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So you want to write a story? - Writing guide

So, a lot of people seemed to like some of my writing guides and tutorials(mostly on other sites where it’s noticed and suffers less competition, but hey, whatever). So, I’m trying to do some more, see if they help anyone. If they do, well great, I guess I can say I accomplished something. I don’t think this was written all that well but whatever, here it is. But where to begin??? First, to have a story, you have to have…well…an idea! An idea and a little creativity. Sometimes you get an idea that doesn’t quite work when you first think of it, but don’t worry. I have quite a lot of ideas. Some work

Featured

37 deviations

Photo Prompts

2 deviations

Literature

Look-A-Like

A tear bites Lashes bat it away Eyes not puffy Nor swollen Who could guess? She does it so easily So smoothly No one can tell the difference. Her heart aches Like a knife has stabbed it Left bottom… Right top… Sometimes all over But she smiles As if nothing is wrong. She laughs And her eyes scrunch up At the corners. She applies make-up On rare occasions To make herself feel pretty. But looking in the mirror Glamour she sees not But a face, Long and sad… The same blue eyes Same blonde hair Same peachy-pink lips But she could be Somebody completely different. Her eyes droop With the sorrow she hid

Response to Prompts

7 deviations

Short Stories

47 deviations

Literature

Never-Born Fosterling Prologue Snippet

Harsh, pained breaths escaped from chapped lips as he swiped his tongue across their cracked surface. He surveyed his handiwork in the dimly lit room, arms hanging limply at his sides, baggy sleeves dotted in a medley of blood. The once white gauze that covered both sides of his face, one side more heavily bandaged, was stained with his own blood from a sizeable wound connecting brow to jawline on the left side. He reached up with his free hand and wiped his sleeve across his face, smudging the blood spots on his skin – ones that were not his own. In the other hand gleamed a long, guard-less blade, its razor edge silver and its spine

Novells and Novels

29 deviations

Literature

Haiku

Moon shines bright in the sky As the wind blows through the leaves Into the silent night of spring

Poetry

261 deviations

Fanfiction

64 deviations

This is where you are to place stories that are responses to the prompts in the group.

Look-A-Like by maraqua90210, literature

Literature

Look-A-Like

Who Could Forget? by its-my-cheesecake, literature

Literature

Who Could Forget?

"Who could forget?" you ask. Who could forget that very first moment, The second you knew they were the one? Who could forget the very first word, The first thing they said to you? Who could forget the place, That very special place you met them? Who could forget the feeling, When their lips first touched yours? I guess I'm the one who can. As much as I reach, as much I grasp and grab, It all slips further and further away from me. That first moment, that first word, that place and that feeling. They're fading, and I can't stop them. Who could forget the one they love the most? Don't let me be the one who can.

Atricolor Nix by Blacksand459, literature

Literature

Atricolor Nix

"Hmm." "What is it, No. 4?" inquired No. 9 "I believe I have discovered the answer to Zylcona's Dilemma." the metallic sea-green colored robot replied with a hint of satisfaction. The jet black robot known as No. 9 said, "Very good, No. 4. We must inform the Concentorate immediately." And they both began the long walk back to the Intarium, the triangular-shaped laboratory of burnished copper and glass which stood upon the plains of El Tarene. "The inspection team has returned. I'm told they found something interesting today." said Testan, a burgundy and gold robot, who was one of the Concentorate Seven. These seven robots comprised the auth

Into That Peculiar Light by Blacksand459, literature

Literature

Into That Peculiar Light

(In response to: http://fav.me/d1lje70) Just hold on, things will get better, etc, because I see light at the end of the tunnel. Its what we've always been told, right? Light is a good thing. Not this time. We had just left Banbury Ridge, a small town outside London. We were heading back to Brighton, on the coast, where my fiancee and I lived in a modest loft. "Dear, why not take Route 10 across Lancashire? It would be so much faster today, especially since the 401 has construction on it." I looked over at Cheryl and nodded my assent, smiling at her dark curls across her forehead. "No problem, a drive through

Accident by Tei-rei, literature

Literature

Accident

It must have been an accident. Why would she drown me on purpose? No. How do you accidentally hold someone underwater until they stop breathing and let them slip under, not even feeling enough grief to give them a proper burial? I don't know, but I know someone who would. I don't want to blame her. It was hard then, it still is, to be in a relationship, even a relationship as loving and fulfilling as ours, with another woman. Ivana had blue blood, I was just a silly, dispensable, peasant. Even if I had been her equal it would have been catastrophic for her if anyone found out. In order to save her dignity I had to die. As I lay on t

Perfection by Tei-rei, literature

Literature

Perfection

Perfection has always been a fleeting cause for me. I learned at an early age that a lot of things have a weight limit and even at that innocent early age I knew I was over it. My weight problem is a gift and a curse. A lot of people shunned me because my size dwarfed them. But I was lonely, and I still am most of the time, I'm just dying for a little compassion, a little affection, maybe a hug. A hug would be nice. But the way it's been presented to me I have to be perfect to get these rewards. I have to shed my bulky exterior and my personality and be a demure little doll or a sexual hellcat. I don't know how to do either. Name a d