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I think that the most important lesson I learned from my mentor, Автор Arline Chase, concerned foreshadowing. Here is the Болталка House Webster’s definition of foreshadow: to Показать или indicate beforehand. In other words, to provide some hint, clue, или indication of something that is going to happen.

Why is foreshadowing important? I learned this lesson the hard way. In many of my first short stories—which I recommend as a medium to anyone testing the waters to see if they want to write fiction—I thought that I was being so crafty with my endings. I wrapped up the crime (or whatever) with a complicated summary that explained to the reader how all had come about. Arline hit me alongside the head with the following admonition: Ты can’t do that! You’ve got to play fair with the reader! It didn’t take me long to understand what she meant. If you’ll allow me, I will get to my point indirectly.

When a reader completes a thriller (my personal genre favorite), he или she should come away with two feelings. First, she should feel that she’s been entertained, that for her hard-earned money the Автор not only provided her the license but also the admission fee to a make-believe world where excitement and suspense rule. Second, and just as important, the reader should feel satisfied.

What do I mean when I say “satisfied?” I see three qualities that come under the umbrella of this somewhat vague term. First, the reader should feel that the story made sense and did not have any plot holes that took away from the logic. Second, at the end of the story, the reader should feel that all loose ends were accounted for. Unless there is good reason, nothing should be left to the imagination.

But third—and the point of this article—is that behind all the clever dialogue, intricate plotting, and trouble (you need trouble) that leads to a conclusion, the Автор must not have held back on details crucial to the story. If the Автор fails to provide critical information that the reader needs to solve или understand the outcome, the reader will feel cheated. That said, as Arline instructed me, that does not mean that the Автор cannot be sneaky. In fact, еще times than not, those critical details are slipped innocuously into dialogue или narrative when least expected. At the end of the story, my hope is that the reader will slap herself on the forehead and say, “Of course! Why didn’t I see that?”

If she reacts that way, the Автор will have done a successful job of foreshadowing—and the reader will be satisfied.

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Paul Mark Tag’s books, Category 5 and Prophecy are thrillers, intended to provide the reader with a fast-paced, world-hanging-by-a-thread page-turner. What makes Paul’s Книги most fascinating is how they revolve around incredible but plausible scientific scenarios utilizing his expertise as a research scientist. To find out еще visit: link
Hà Nội,năm 2050
Đừng...đừng nói gì.Tôi ko nghe được gì hoặc là tôi nghe mà ko hiểu gì và hơn nữa là tôi ko biết mình sẽ phải nói gì đâu.
Suỵt,đừng hỏi!Nếu ko,tôi sẽ quên luôn cả rằng tôi đang định làm gì và phải làm những gì.
Tôi đang bối rối,chân tay trở nên thừa thãi vụng về.
Dây này...nối vào đây.Rồi,công tắc đó...
Màn hình cảm ứng sáng xanh hiện lên các thông số kĩ thuật.Tôi lần lượt chọn Font type,Color...Xong xuôi,tôi hồi hộp nhấn"Finish"và lao ra cửa,ngẩng...
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posted by FURRY
Life is a wonderful thing some people say... however I beg to differ, my name is Joel, my whole life I was treated like a monster. It all started when I was little around 7 или so, I was sitting around the town square in the little village og Yotun, a place I called Главная when it all happened, the sky started getting cloudy slowly getting cold I could see my breath easily, but something wasn't right everything was getting unblieveable dark it was like I was going blind.

Soon I couldn't see anything, then I felt an odd sensation on the back of my hand, I clinched my wrist in pain, it was unreal...
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Very few people in the modern world obtain their Еда supply by hunting and gathering in the natural environment surrounding their homes.This method of harvesting from nature's provision is the oldest known subsistence strategy and has been pratised for at least 2 million years.It was,indeed,the only way to obtain Еда until rudimentary farming and the domestication of wild Животные were introduced about 10 000 years ago.

Because hunter-gatherers have fared poorly in comparison with their agricultural cousins,their numbers have dwindled,and they have been forced to live in marginal environments,such...
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posted by PFEIFFER11
Run. It was the only thing going threw Leven,Evie, Matthew and Cameron's mind right now as the Собаки and people chased them into the forest.They went as fast as they could as the Собаки got closer and closer.

They weren't suppose to be running from the Собаки right now. Then again they weren't suppose to be convicted of a crime they didn't do but it had happened.

"Hurry they're gettin' away!" A loud and gruff voice сказал(-а) behind them. The barking got louder. A sharp pain was in Leven's side as she ran. She had taken track at school so she was use to it but it was terrible. She could barely breath as she ran.

Matthew turned his head to look back at the others for a трещина, сплит секунда and had came in contact with something hard. The thing fell back and Matthew staggered. They all stopped then as the body picked herself up. They looked I to the eyes of a criminal. The most wanted person alive in america. Brig.
posted by Rae-Ash
I can see it now
Just how it will be
And don’t even ask how
или what will be the key

I think of all that is lost
And can’t even bare the cost
To know they suffer
But no one will offer
A way out
или a new place
или even a new rout
But to stick your sorrows in a case

I leave her tonight
And don’t give thought to all in sight
Not wanting that pain
As in the ground she is lain

Before I let a single tear go
I turn away
As I sob an ‘Oh’
And say I’m okay
I can’t believe she’s gone
Leaving behind her sweat John
Without saying a single good-bye

In heartache we sigh
Not wanting to cry there
But her spirit surrounds us

We see her everywhere
Form every Главная to every bus
But we can’t медведь to say good-bye
As to us everyone will lie

We fall to the ground in pain
As dirt goes in, where she was lain
And our souls say their last good-bye
Immediately,Yurin decided to make a list,called:"How to punish stupid Kai for forgeting Yurin Hasana's birthday"
1.Divorce,oh no no.Yurin won't let him "fall in love" with his work conveniently.
2.Beat him when he goes home,and let him suffer all the anger of his wife.
3.Throw him away from the постель, кровати room,let him sleep with the sofa for a long long time.
4.Try not to eat the Еда he cooks.
5.Eat outside with Akira in mornings and afternoons and evenings(Kai never wants me to eat outside,haha)
And Yurin wrote еще and еще happily....until a parcel was sent to her.
-Ah,Akira and Karen's gifts,Yahooooooooo!!!!...
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posted by Rae-Ash
I’m so, so afraid
To Показать the real me
Will Ты laugh at me?
--Call me names?
--Or just abandon me?
I don’t want to lose you
So, please say something…

Be yourself
Don’t be a fraud
And one день you’ll see
You’re beautiful
--Wonderful
--And Amazing
It’s just a matter of time

You’re always so perfect
It must be a front
To hide the real you
Are Ты ashamed
--Or could Ты be embarrassed?
So, which is it?

Be myself
Don’t be someone else
And I’ll prove to you
I’m beautiful
--Intelligent
--And Amazing
Just watch and see

We’re two total opposites
Against the world
Will they snuff our light out?
--Or knock us...
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posted by hgfan5602
I gave it all my strength,
All my power,
All my determination,
All my courage,
I gave it everything I got.

It meant everything to me,
Even though it might not mean anything
To you.
That's why I gave it my all.

It just seems to me
That life is all about going the hard path,
And not the easy path.
But it is obvious that the hard path
Is always the one requiring stamina, endurance,
And all of your power.

The easy path is simple,
Requiring little time,
But in the end,
Your rewards are very little,
Like the time Ты gave it.

The hard path seems еще rewarding to me,
With the rewards excellent,
Even though Ты have to give it
A lot of effort, and all your strength.

Being a writer requires
Going the hard path.
But I found out it is a very rewarding experience
Just a день ago.
Cause I gave it my all.
posted by alicia386
Chadwick Prep

September 1: Kenya Welts
   "Good Morning Chadwick Cheetahs!" I chimed. "This is your host, Kenya Welts celebrating with Ты on this fab Friday. One еще week until Fall Formal which starts at 5:30 so don't be late." I paused as the theme song came on. It lasted a good 30 секунды so I had time to review my lines.
   It was a pleasant feeling to have everyone watching me every morning giving them their needed news update. It made me еще Популярное which is hard to believe since I'm already so popular.
   "Today's news starts with Kelly telling Ты the weather for this week,...
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posted by hgfan5602
I will remember Ты always.
Will Ты remember me?
That is a Вопрос for Ты to answer,
And not me.

I promise
That I will always
Keep the flame of memory alive.
The fun that we had will never
Be forgotten.

Even on foggy evenings,
The darkest of nights,
Ты will always be in my heart.
For I know that Ты will help me
Keep the flame of memory blazing
Always.

All the good times that we had,
All the fun that we had,
All the tears that we let out,
All the anger we let out
Will never be wasted.
Because every минута of it
Is in my heart.

I will tend to the fire
Every night,
Recollecting all the memories we have
Knowing that the flame of memory
Is the brightest flame of all
And it will blaze on.
posted by hgfan5602
It is sad how we must leave each other,
But it is something we must do in life,
So accept the fact that we do,
And leave now.

We go our separate ways in life,
Towards our careers that we prefer.
Although we must leave each other
We still have each other's memories
Tucked safely in our heart.

We leave
But we make new friends
The leaving might break our hearts
We understand that it is something
We must do.

It is something we do
To grow in life
To build character.
We go our separate ways in life
Though sad,
However helpful.
Hi. My name is Jake Gartner, and right now, basically a huge mutant serpent is coming to глотать, ласточка me whole, tear me to pieces of flesh, so I have no time to talk right now. Oh, um...you want to follow me? Sure, just accept that everyday will be the best of the thrills. Right now, we are not getting any help from the immortal world, so just know that we have a horrible system of magic right now, and we have an extremely low supply of weapons, thus, the chance that Ты will get out of this mess is around eighty-six percent. (because of me, the master of war) Oh yeah, the serpent. Enough talk. (ROARS) Off to kill a mutant serpent!!! (stabs, deflects, cuts a gash in its head, dies) That's only our first one, trainee. Whatever your name is. Далее time, I invite Ты to Присоединиться with us on our battle. And it will be even еще life-consuming, if Ты know what that means.
Well..I guess I am not realy good at Письмо stories..but I Любовь doing it so I guess I can post one short story here~~~
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I knew nightmares pretty well. Those sick, little, messed-up dreams, which Ты can never forget. No matter how much Ты try they stuck in your head unwilling to set Ты free. But I guess, I'm used to that. I had nightmares since I was a little child and some of them еще than once. After I reached the age of seven they became my секунда shadow. It was like I had an alter-ego. I became so intoverted that in the end people were afraid to touch...
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posted by morganaforever
This is the first chapter of I Won't Let Him Keep us Here. Enjoy

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Missing.

The word was whirling around Carla’s head, making it ache, making the room spin.
“They’ll find her, I promise.”
“Really? Would Ты mind using your newfound physic powers to tell me where the hell she is, then?” snapped Carla, shrugging her sister’s comforting arm from her shoulders.
Carla hadn’t meant to snap like that, but Sophie was so naïve. Maybe she believed everything...
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I woke up. The director came in and yelled at me to get out of bed. I sighed. I knew, this was, another день in showbiz. Showbiz was, at first, a very interesting and exciting activity to take on. It was much еще serious than I thought it would be, and a lot less fun. I was Syria, the main protagonist in the story. My real name is Stace, for those of Ты who don't know. I could be a trouble-maker in the play, but I couldn't be rambunctious and cause trouble for the crew.
People confused me most of the time. Especially adults. I could be trouble-making in the play, but I couldn't be rambunctious...
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posted by thetscfan121
Please comment, I need the comments, writers feed themselves from comments, so if Ты don't want to kill me of starvation, please comment.



Lots of bad things happen these days. War, violence, corruption, people confusing SFX for SEX, drugs, death, car accidents, etc,etc,etc. Peter knew of them and сказал(-а) that Популярное line in puertorrican youth language, "ME IMPORTA UN BICHO!!!" Literally translated, "I care a dick." That's the way things are and that's the way I tell you. Well, Peter had one point against him: he was a catholic. Confirmed, conbined and sealed in paper, he was supposed to be the...
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posted by Hades223
CHAPTER 1


The claustrophobia had finally set in. In this incredibaly long elevator ride to the arena where I was to battle to the death with 23 other kids, fear's cold grip latched onto my heart. Then nervousness had crept its way into my nerves, making me tingly and numb. Now finally, after spending 15 минуты in this freakin' tube, claustrophobia had clotted my mind. With all three fighting for control over me, I was curled in a ball on the floor. Some impressive tribute I turned out to be.
My name is Grazio. No last name. In fact, no last names will be uttered in this entire story, so get...
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posted by anbonie
“Nice performance!”
“Thank you, butler!”
Servant smile to Pieter and opens the door of red Ferrari. While driving no one used to speak, until Pieter say something to his butler and bodyguard:
“Did Ты hear when my voice trembled? I think that was 14th song.”
“No, Sir…”
“When my father isn’t near, please call me Pieter”
“Yes, Si… I mean Pieter”
They arrived to McChink’s mansion. Servant turned engine off and ran on other site of car to open Pieter’s door, but he was too late. “I’m sorry, Sir…” сказал(-а) butler. Pieter sent him angry look: “I can open the door!...
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I'm never good enough for anyone. I'm always in someone's way. My mother, who had me at sixteen, always complains that I ruined her life. My father left before I was born. I never had any real friends; they all сказал(-а) I was too weird, или I'm such a loser. My teachers hated me, because I could never get good grades. I could never do anything right. All my life, I've been annoying, stupid, worthless, and a waste of space. But they never even gave me a reason, so I couldn't even fix the problem. Am I too ugly? I know I'm less than average looking. My blond hair is a pretty dull color, and I never...
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posted by IloveMyLord

Fiction reveals truth that reality obscures.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn't.
Mark Twain
Fiction is the truth inside the lie.
Stephen King
For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
Lord Byron
Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so slightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners. Often the attachment is scarcely perceptible.
Virginia Woolf
Fiction is not imagination. It is what anticipates imagination by giving it the form of reality. This is quite opposite to our...
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