writers in here? my creative writing teacher just posted about an online literary journal looking for additions to their November issue (it's only twice yearly) but I think it's cool that there's one specifically trying to publish students! thought I should share since I hadn't...
daughter of the South. Now, before you take up your arms in defense against my upstart Confederate ways, know this: what I am about to write, has nothing to do with Confederate sympathies, condoning slavery, or anything to that effect. I despise that part of my heritage. However...
I'm gonna tell you. It's when I've been stuck on a scene for months. MONTHS. Then something or someone throws out a little spark that ignites an idea in my mind and all of a sudden I realize I'm going in the wrong direction in that scene. All I had to do all along was...
.. It's a Cinderella story of sorts. A young boy who always saw beauty, surrounded by evil in a world full of magic. This story isn't pg though and there was nobody there to save him. No carts made out of pumpkins, the only thing carved was created on his wrist. There were only...
or physically had their works published? I'm considering releasing my works digitally on places like Amazon for people to download on their Kindles and what not.
It seems so simple and easy and no risk that I'm afraid I'm missing something about it, like some clause or...
“Ai! Ai! Ai!” The fat, balding archaeologist with a severe case of molar gingivitis chuckled. “Look what we just dug’er up!”
“Ehhh!” His band of equally hideous imbeciles chortled.
“Is that Mulan?” the only sane person in the group asked.
that was a mix of Fullmetal Alchemist, Sword Art Online, Miyazaki's Castle in the Sky, and it was written in first person witness but sounded like third person omnicient at the beginning?
Don't anyone steal that idea. The name of the story is Flight to Forever and it is my story...
which is the story of a 19-year old girl whose life changes drastically, split into past and present. To be honest, I need motivation to keep going but I'm getting there.
I also write Fanfiction for the book series The 39 Clues and for the game Portal. My writing is found on...
characters. I tried writing a novel about them but honestly, there is so much feminist movements and misogynist don't have an open mind about these ideas. I don't think I even want to finish writing it. The story is called "Painted Reality".
The story is about five young women...
And in the worst possible way. They were not from others. But from my own mouth. The hole that I dug with the power of my speech. Never could I reach peace. Alone and lost I never loved myself. Until the day I learned to accept myself.
neither one has fixed features
Beautiful than angelic essence
uglier than hideous than monsters
Peaceful like innocent doves
Violent like ravenous crows
Wise as the great Solomon
brainless as the starfish
Materialistic like business tycoons
worst pain, something dark is awakened in her heart that spreads through her veins. Now, as she struggles to understand what is happening to her, she must stop herself from harming those who are closest and not to be caught by the people who want her dead.
who writes what's on his mind.I write from my heart and soul.Sometimes it's something that all will like and other times it will be something that no body will enjoy at all. Take a look in the mirror and ask yourself have you ever had a bad thought in your lifetime. If not...
where else would you go
it is cold and dark outside
let me hold you
just for a little while
let me give you
in an angry smile
let me tell you
I do enjoy the ride
through the smoke
and the stories
I am always looking at you
looking in you...
But maybe I'm just high.
I'm addicted to my e-cigs
And I have no sense of time.
Maybe nothing really matters
And I'm just losing my mind.
Maybe there's something in the water,
That makes me feel alive tonight.
Why doesn't anybody see what I see?
Why do I have to be so strange...
didn't have to catch my fall
In the dream I didn't wish on stars
I had it good, oh I had it all
In the dream I knew everything
In the dream I understood.
I think I took it for granted, and that the dream gave back
Like the friends I used to hang around
And you, who had my back...
Is that I really wanted him to love me. Love me deeply and mean it. I wanted him to tell me that I meant something to him. But I suppose I didn't think that what I needed was for myself to be honest. Be honest... What does he mean to you? Everything! Or maybe not... But he meant...
I’m almost finished, after 7 month’s of labouring evenings and on the bus (I write on my palm pilot) my urban, sci-fi adventure novel is almost ready for its first painstaking draft! The anticipation is so great that the few hundred words I wrote last night...
nothing gives me peace as wrting does. I could spend week without being able to type a word, but once I break my block and the story flows, all clouds go away and I found an unexplainable inner peace that calms me and makes me so happy.
I want to publish many books before I die but first I need to finish writing them. I am currently working on one of my books that I know will be a success because I believe in it. To practice writing and not lose my skill I have a personal blog. That keeps me motivated. In a few...
please give feedback if you read it. Thanks!
Fault and the forgiveness
It's story about an incident that happened a year ago...actually exactly a year from today!
Like any boy friend and girl friens, we two were! Me and sneha, my girl friend.
We were a happy go couple. Late...
been having a really hard time finding the motivation to write. I have about three different stories, two of which I have outlined into future books as well. But I can't get out of this funk and start writing. I hate seeing this awesome story I have written and being too afraid...
When it looks like I am writing, I am really just searching through the infinite for thoughts and ideas that best suit what I am feeling. Just as when I dream, I am but simply looking through the great catalog of tomorrows and trying to pick the one I would most like to be a part...
Actually, I have always wanted to just write a book.
My writing comes by way of inspiration from many, many different things. And one day while sitting in front of my computer, I came up with what's written below as the start for a novel I titled PHYXATION.
Sadly, I never...
It's a poetry collection called Escapism.
I would love it if someone here supported me by liking my fb page (it's instead of a homepage)
I also go to poetry/storytelling events and read my newest poetry, which can be found on my instagram
Writers are carnal bastards that talk with their fingers. We live to tell everything. We live to expose our soft under bellies because we are all shameless exhibitionists. We are profoundly sensitive and we care too much, but, oddly, we won’t answer the phone when our best...
Who tore out your heart and replaced it with tin? Cause now you're a tin soldier, a sin soldier, and I'm trying to bring you back.
Who wronged you, now? Your eyes are dull And I'm wondering how, The light in your eyes is a fleeting glow Don't go- I'll try to light them again...
site to write something based on this quote:
“Write hard and clear about what hurts.” - Ernest Hemingway
Almost without having to think about it, this flowed out based on what hurts me.
Speaking -- and never being heard
Writing -- and never being read.
and I am exceptionally impressed by those who are able to post daily or even regularly. I have no idea how you all are able to keep up so well. It's a bit inspiring that people have so much they are willing to say and share so often. The writer in me wants to do a study on it...
Once A Human" about how misery eats us up and how we end up being after misery invades our life. It would mean SO much to me if you read it, it's very short won't take more than 10 mins :) I'd be over the moon if you gave me feedback too! The link is:
Did you ever notice that certain things only happen in the movies, but never happen in real life? For example:
1. It is always possible to find a parking spot directly outside or opposite the building you are visiting.
2. When paying for a taxi, don’t look at your wallet as you...
Overall tyranny around.
Naught but a sound.
Angels aren’t aware,
Of just how black,
And just how blue --
Their little world isn’t fair.
The Way I See It
A psychotherapy client once accused me of not having the ability to appreciate his situation because I was “happy.” I thought about that for a second and then replied, “Do you know what it's like to be 'happy'? When your home life is going well, work...
Are you the thinker of the thinker?
Can you think clearly?
Perhaps you're just a mind-reader....
And that's okay.
If you can't think straight then what else is there to say?
You could be the talker?
The one who says things...
But talking isn't cheap,
Unless your voice sings...