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A Writer’s Mini-Game Plan: Seven Rules for a Successful Career

posted by daragirard

The Writer Behind the Words

Luck has little to do with link. A long lasting Письмо career doesn’t just happen. A writer can burst onto the scene and quickly disappear. Another can have a series of hits then write a bunch of flops and never be heard from again. The difference between a long lasting career and one that burns out is strategy. Here are seven rules to help Ты find the right strategy for Ты and get Ты started on your journey to long lasting success.

Learn the power of focus. For most of us, we have еще than enough to do on a daily basis. And when it comes to any Письмо project the Список can grow exponentially-...

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Boom Boom Clap

posted by NormalcyIsDead

Boom boom clap
Bounce your head, snap
To the classic, to the rap

Step ball change
Basic with a buck
Pleay, tour jete
Bounce your head to the rock

One two three,
Two two three,
Count along with your head
Mosh with the beat

Hop shuffle hop back
Twirl your arms, bend your back
Do the thingamajiggie
Wear out your taps

Breathe it in, breathe it out
Reach for the sky, dance on the ground
Flitter here, gallop there
Lose yourself anywhere

Flow with the music
Feel it in your veins
As Ты bounce your head, snap
Boom boom clap

Forbidden Любовь (Epilogue)

posted by DxCFan123

Third Person POV
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Sadao walked up to God and asked him if he was eligible to be in Heaven. God just simply nodded his head. Sadao walked through the large golden gates and found himself walking through his town he lived in when he was alive. He found his way to his house, and swung open the door. Everything was how it was before. He started crying, remembering the memories he had with Kat here. He heard crying coming from his room, so he opened the door and saw a blonde girl curled up in the corner of his room, sobbing.

"K-K-Kat?" he managed to stutter out. The blonde looked...

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Forbidden Любовь (CHAP. 7)

posted by DxCFan123

MONTH 12, DECEMBER 28, THE день SADAO IS TO DIE
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I ran away before Sadao woke up, taking my scythe with me. I was to be away from him all day, anyways. I walked around the town, looking for something to do until 1:10.

I really don't understand why I had to spy on him, he dies either way.

I just jumped around from rooftop to rooftop, watching Болталка people on the street. I ended up doing this until noon, which is when I decided to follow Sadao. He did things that a regular person would do, went to the bank, bought some groceries, went out to eat, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera....

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Forbidden Любовь (CHAP. 6)

posted by DxCFan123

This chapter and the Далее will be very quick, for I am probably going to quit Fanpop, there's not enough things for me to do here.
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MONTH 12, 3 WEEKS UNTIL SADAO IS TO DIE
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Kat's POV
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Before I went to sleep, I checked my soul book. It read

SADAO MEIWAKU
AGE: 17
TIME OF DEATH: DECEMBER 28TH, 1:10 P.M.
TO BE KILLED BY: KURO NEKO
CAUSE OF DEATH: HIT BY A BUS

Tears filled my eyes. I was to kill my Любовь in 3 weeks. I was going to murder him, and there was nothing I could do about it. It was against the shinigami rules...

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Prologue to possible Soul Series

posted by dragonwriter

As light fades the brightest of souls can even be turned to do the darkest of things. As time time pushes вперед the mind and body of an individual changes for either good или bad. the decisions they make and the things they do will stick with them forever. I was told this many years назад by a wise old man that fortold my future. He сказал(-а) "the one with the dragon soul is not alone in the world he knows." After being told this it left me nothing but confused but i had a feeling that it wouldn't be the last time i heard of it.

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God's Остаться в живых Child 2

posted by StarsGoBlue

God's Остаться в живых Child
Chapter 2: An Indefinite Prisoner Of War

"Unbelievable! Un-fucking-believable."
A nerdy blonde cussed as he stormed through the upper deck of Sovereign, his hands raised above his head in protest.
"Oh, let's put Baird in charge of the rookie! Since he's busy anyway. Let's just give him еще shit to do, that's easier on us!"
He continued to fume violently as Nicole followed a безопасно, сейф distance behind. The rest of Delta Squad had dispersed to their cabins to change into their night attire. Baird had been chosen to school the rookie, thanks to his big mouth. After a bit of sighing...

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The Writer's Block: Starting a Story and Character Develpment

posted by dragonsmemory

In this series of guides, I'll be Показ Ты the best techniques for Письмо your story. These are tried-and-true techniques, and they work.
First up: characters. Every story has characters. We all know that. But what Ты may not realize is that some portions of a character need not be mentioned. Why spend three pages on your character's dimples if they have nothing to do with the plot? In order to keep your readers hooked, Ты have to yourself to things that are involved with the plot.
Before Ты decide on a plot, Ты should get to know each of your characters. After all, you're telling...

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The Stuffed Animal

posted by PhoenixRoyale

This is another poem that I have written. It was inspired by some Комментарии about stuffed animals/plushies on Youtube being people's friends. Enjoy.
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The Stuffed Animal.
To some, they are stupid.
They are useless.
They are disgusting little balls of fluff.

Those people think that it's necessary
to pick on the innocence of others
for having a collection of their own.
They poke fun, they tease, they even insult.

They target that person's age.
Sometimes even their gender.
They think they need to grow up.
They think these fluffy plushies are meant for babies.

But to those innocent people,
the ones who are quite...

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La última tentación de Poe

posted by shenelopefan

Dañada

Estoy quebrada. Lo que soy es lo que necesitas. Mi corazón se rompió mucho tiempo atrás, pero no me importó. En ti deposité toda mi esperanza. En ti proyecté, todo lo que odiaba de mí misma y traté de curarte.

Estoy dañada. ¿Qué no lo ves? A tu sola disposición estoy ¿No es así? ¿No ha sido siempre así?

Pero tú también estás dañado. Quizás más que yo. Yo quiero arreglarte, cuidarte, hacerte ver lo importante que eres y lo valioso que tú no ves en ti mismo. Quiero que veas lo mismo que yo veo en ti. Quiero que sepas lo importante que eres para mí.

Soy un desastre....

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La parte prohibida del bosque

posted by shenelopefan

La parte prohibida del parque

"La depresión es la que guía, la alegría es la que llega"

En la ciudad dónde yo vivía de niña, había un parque en dónde siempre pasaba las tardes con mis amigos. Éramos un grupito de niñas y niños que nos juntábamos a jugar en ronda, cantábamos canciones que no tenían sentido (casi nuestro propio idioma, de hecho) y recorríamos todo el parque jugando a las escondidillas.

Bueno, no todo el parque porque había una a la que los adultos no les gustaba que vayamos. Era un sector tan lleno de árboles que, desde afuera parecía una selva en medio de un parque...

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ELF; Part 3

posted by alejpatv

The light of the огонь faded as I got further into the forest. I jumped over roots and ducked under branches that threatened to whip my face. I ran as hard as I could. To escape, I had to keep my sister безопасно, сейф and fulfill the wish of the village chief. My tears already used and dried, but the pain in my сердце still wouldn’t leave. An emptiness had taken hold where my safety and secure feelings had once been.
On the edges of my vision, I saw a flash. I skidded to a stop and looked to where I thought I had seen it. There was a clearing where the full...

Writermind: A Glimpse of My Письмо Technique

posted by dragonsmemory

The room is silent, as always. Nothing can be heard, aside from the soft rasp of pencil on paper. Words take form, joining various thoughts into one whole. On the outside, nothing is different from the average writer. To find what sets me apart, we must look deeper than the surface.
Inside my mind, Обои and ideas race about, sometimes colliding, sometimes not. This whirlwind is composed of everything I know, read, seen, heard, или thought of. It is here that my greatest works begin to form.
To Показать how thw whiirlwind works, let us have an example. During practice for spring track, I noticed...

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Cursed Энджел

posted by Lord_Anubis

If Ты mates like it, comment, I'll make еще if anyone notices it =3

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''Oi, Ты guys! What are Ты doin'?!'' screamed a brown haired boy from the street.
''Mind your own business and go back under your momma's skirt, или you'll get some too!'' replied the tallest boy on playground, probably the leader of the rest 4 boys.
5 of them were teasing one small boy, taking away from him candies and ruining his game on playground. The brown haired boy frowned with his black eyes and started walking towards them.
''You scum really have guts! 5 tall Собаки on 1 small...

About the Eden Chronicles

posted by dragonsmemory

The Eden Chronicles is the Фэнтези series I am currently working on. As the series is in progress, I decided to add a club here, allowing you, Reader, to tell me your thoughts.
In Письмо the series, I decided to document the entire history of Eden. I called this place Eden because it is where the spirits of dead Животные and plants are taken. No humanspirit has ever been pure enough to come here. Eden is a true paradise.
The first book, A Little Bit еще Than Love, takes place toward the end of Eden's history. Later in the series, I hope to explain the past. Once I get caught up, I will then...

Pobabs или Story of Proud People (chapter 1)

posted by anbonie

If we go threw our universe, we come on end of it. Our eyes see it like shadow, it’s cold and slimy, but if we are enough careful, we will see…
…we will se nothing. Our eyes aren’t made to see this material; like mice can not see glass, we can’t see this material called Transparent Dust или Samíbi like human–shape being call it.
They are almost like people. Difference is just in hair and body language. It’s maybe impossible how any person can have different body language than you, but these beings called Pobabs have. When they are happy they lie down on belly, close their eyes and...

The Stolen ~ Chapter 3

posted by Kimi4312

Chapter 3: Here It Goes Again.
Roxana woke up one night to hear a loud howl outside her window, she slided herself out of постель, кровати with her covers wrapped around her, she walked toward the window and saw a somewhat a large white волк outside, watching her then it turned its head to hear other Волки howling, the white волк runs off to follow the howl, Roxana felt like she knew that волк for a long time, Roxana walked back to her постель, кровати and lies down, but she couldn't sleep, she kept tossing and turning but she couldn't sleep, she sat up, grab her wallet and pull out a фото of a beautiful, pale-skinned,...

The Stolen ~ Chapter 1

posted by Kimi4312

Chapter 1: Don't Change Me.
A young and beautiful succubus named Roxana opened her green eyes as she sees the sun flooded her dark room with lights from her windows, she sat up in her twin bed, the mattress was tan and her covers were Шоколад brown color, she pulled herself out of the постель, кровати and throws on her black tank top, then she slipped on her jeans on her long and beautiful legs, Roxana then walked in her bathroom and brushed her long red hair slowly as she stares at herself in the mirrior, she put her brush on the sink and walked outside, as she walks, she turns around as she feels like...

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The Machinist guild. A short story by dexisawesome.

posted by dexisawesome

We were builders. We were builders, fighters, scholars, but еще importantly, friends. When the Government took all our rights away, our food, money, our culture, we allied ourselves against it. But they had a machine. A machine that could sail the seas and air. It was called, The Oppresive. The Oppresive forced us underground, making us creatures of the very soil they walk on. But it is time for our revolution. We have a great machine, bigger than the Oppresive, and stronger than it. It will trample them like a boy tramples grass. No resistance at all, we are sure of it. We are ready. We have...

TRUE STORY ABOUT ME

posted by DarrenGruch

Ever since my family died down to be just me.... I`ve been alone since they died in a car accident. I got out fine (only with cuts and a migrane), but they died. I now live with my grandpa... but he doesn't get me..... I cut my self, dresss diffrently, and never really talk.

4 days after the funeral for my family.... I became Emo. But the день my Family died, something changed within me..... something good went rotten.
My Grandpa see's it, but ignores my pain and anger... only if that drunk driver that hit us was sober and never... spun out of control. Some день I hope his сердце gives out and he dies in jail.

Does any one feel the same?