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Hi những người hâm mộ of Writing! I bet we all experienced Writer's Block before, heck, all writers must have. It's frustrating isn't it? So I devised 5 steps to get rid of it and get rid of it fast. If it doesn't work, devise your own plan, but here's mine.
P.S. If bạn don't know what Writer's Block is hoặc if bạn haven't experienced it yet, I'm not giving an explanation so find out what it's like first!

Step 1: Don't Panic
-Panicking hoặc fussing over your running out of inspiration will just make things worse and definitly lead straight to mind blank mode. So just relax and do something else other than writing. Writer's block does come from us over-stressing our mind with our stories after all. bạn need a break, simple as that. But remember to rest your eyes too hoặc you'd either be getting glasses, hoặc need your degree raised. It's not a good thing!

Step 2: Think of Your Ending
-If bạn are nghề viết văn a story but haven't thought of the ending, bạn might want to skip to the tiếp theo step first. After taking a break bạn should try nghề viết văn all ending ideas down on paper and look through them. Seeing how bạn want to end it can give bạn ideas on how to connect that with what you've already written. Sometimes, that can be the immediate cure. And don't say bạn don't want spoilers. It's your own story you're the one nghề viết văn it! Don't be ridiculous! Trust me, I've met people like that.

Step 3: Actually Finding Inspiration
-If bạn haven't thought of your ending hoặc just want to find ways to make things thêm interesting for your story, finding inspiration is essential, so the easiest thing to do? Read. Read sách you've never read before that have similarities to your own story. I'm not asking bạn to copy, but think of it as comparing your work with others who deal with similar subjects. You're bound to find good ideas. Other sources include newspaper articles, fanfictions maybe, anime/manga, TV shows, movies...the danh sách is almost endless. Even your own fantasies, your life and things around bạn can help. Hey, I got some of my ideas from my life fantasies and crazy dreams.

Step 4: Involving Yourself
-Don't skip this it's important to know. Pretend it's yourself in your story. Write as if it's your own life. That way bạn can really make your story good and convincing. Good vocabulary and grammer alone isn't enough. Just remember to replace all first person terms with một giây hoặc third person terms unless your story is in first person. Why is this important in fighting Writer's Block? Simple. It can make bạn last longer in nghề viết văn so Step 1 doesn't have to be repeated often.

Step 5: Management and Drafting
-Once all inspirations have moved into your head, and bạn know how to write as if it's bạn in there, write down all ideas, as many as possible. bạn can refer to this danh sách if bạn don't feel like going through the whole 5 steps again. Then again, it's always good to have thêm ideas but don't add too much in one story. It's not a good idea. Manage all your ideas in the order of your story, meaning, whichever happens earlier is at the hàng đầu, đầu trang and...you get the point. After that, do drafting. It's advisable to use a pencil for this because bạn might end up throwing drafts away if they don't turn out how bạn expected. This helps bạn go through your ideas and let bạn see how well it works out. bạn can't just write everything straight from your head all the time as it can become awkward. This last step is honestly directed thêm to nghề viết văn well but it's in here because it can help prevent Writer's Block considerably effectively.

Well, that's pretty much it. I write a lot but I'm not that good so nghề viết văn this was a little weird for me so if it seems strange please let me know. The way I wrote it, I mean. Anyway I hope this helps some of you. Enjoy writing!
posted by SueLuvsVJ101
 The leader, Miranda, looking like she stepped from a 17 magizine, as always.
The leader, Miranda, looking like she stepped from a 17 magizine, as always.
I watched the 'It' girls stride down the hall. They smiled their perfect, white toothed smiles at cute senior boys, who of course drooled and practicially fell over. The way they looked, you'd think they owned the school. The leader, Miranda, pulled out her perfectly intact iPhone with its blinged out màu hồng, hồng case, and texted quickly, lavender thumbs tapping the screen. Her crew, Kristen and Lillianna, dutifully following like chó on leashes. Miranda was a beautifully devious, and knew how to make it hurt HARD. Lillianna wasn't much for saying anything, anything NICE, that is. And of course,...
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posted by jklilly56
    “Dude are bạn even ready for school tiếp theo Monday? I haven’t had time to go shopping with getting ready for fair and everything.” I was talking to my best friend Kat on the phone since I was freaking out about doing two project boards in less than 12 hours. “Hell to the no I’m not, bạn know me procrastinating Randy. We’ll have to go shopping on Sunday when we’re all done cleaning up.” It was so hard getting ready to go into our freshman năm when our first ngày after the county fair ended. “Randy! How am I ever going to get all my clothes figured out?!”...
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posted by nick_cross
When I awoke it was already dark out, and there was a man on the other side of the porch screaming out into the night, I rose and tried to listen. I couldn’t make out much of what he was saying but it sounded like he was asking a lot of questions. For a một giây I thought maybe he was screaming at somebody. Out of curiosity, I started walking over to him to see who he was screaming at. When I got close enough I could see that he was looking up facing the sky, I couldn’t see his face because it was covered bởi the shadow casted from the ceiling of the porch. When I got even closer I smelled...
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Greetings writers club, i am also an artist like all of bạn :) i am the A&Os best heavy metal song writer and i want to hiển thị bạn all what i can do :).

branded the animal:

VERSE 1:
Branded like an animal
The lack of sleep will burn in my mind
You won't leave until bạn make your message clear
(for peace of mind) (for peace if mind)

VERSE 2:
Breathing very deeply
You will never know how I feel
Leaving me with hình ảnh of perfect insanities field
(for peace of mind) (for peace of mind)

CHORUS:
Leaves me with Words of pure damnation that I am.
(cause i am damnation personified)
i have been
branded like...
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posted by ttmrktmnrfn0830
This is a song inspired bởi Anastasia's Once Upon a December. Also, it's the main song for my novel-in-progress, Imaginary. It's a song in which one of the main characters sings to cheer her up when she's scared. And once I finally get the story đã đăng here, you'll actually see the depth and power and horror of the song.
Written bởi a friend of mine from school.

Midnight settles, darkness falls
Close your eyes and remember
Fallen thiên thần always sing
Once upon a December

Blood is flowing and it's warm,
Life's nightmares are like a storm
Demons dancing gracefully
across my memory

Broken bướm with torn wings
The pain they will always remember
Fallen angels, I hear them sing
Once upon a December.
posted by LovingLucy
Scraping at the boughs,
Unknowns becomeths known,
Where shards break across my skin as my mind is shredded into nothing.
How did I get here?
How did I become this?
How do I get out?
Trapped inside a thousand mirrors,
Seeing so many façades,
Which one is me?
Carved up and bleeding,
Happy unconscious,
Pepped up to go?
Nails scratch into my brain,
As I pick apart memories,
For a clue.
An inkling.
An idea.
Lost!
I’m so lost!
Where do I fit in anymore?
Who am I?
And how did I wind up here?
posted by Vampiyaa
   "What's wrong with Raphael?" Amena asked confusedly, entering the phòng bếp, nhà bếp in which Linda was preparing dinner. 
   "He's just down about something," Linda said, smiling at Amena. "He'll be out the một phút he smells dinner." Amena took the spoon from Linda's hand and smiled.
   "Don't worry, I can finish up here," she đã đưa ý kiến warmly. "Why don't bạn rest for a while outside, maybe get some fresh air?" The một giây Linda left Amena began digging for a pot.
   Raphael may have stolen my first kiss, she thought bitterly. But that doesn't mean that I shouldn't help him out...

Raphael lay there...
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posted by para-scence
I slammed the car door shut, and faced the school.

"Have a good ngày sweetie," Mom said, somewhat hopefully from the drivers seat. Just the words made me want to ball up and cry. She drove away, leaving me in the dust. I would not survive this day.

Not that I deserve to.

I clutched my sách to my chest, and tried to keep my eyes fixed on the ground. But I still felt their eyes on me.

"Bitch," they muttered.

"She deserves to die," others said. Didn't they know I want to? Didn't they know how much strength it took to keep breathing? And when I did, it was the everlasting pain that nearly brought me to my death. But I could only hope.

But they didn't know this. They just knew it was my fault. And it was. It was all my fault for what had happened.

And I'd live with this guilt till I die.

*****************************

Please let me know if I should continue this; I don't know if I should.
Can I Hate You?

Can I Hate You? I dont know.
You did so much, to make me smile,
I wish I hadnt fallen so hard, so fast, with my eyes closed.
You loved me,I think, I know I loved you.
I cant just throw it away over night.
I want bạn back, here with me.
I miss being yours, I miss it.
I know I'm strong, I know I'll live.
I know I wont die.
Can I hate you? I dont know.
I've decided I cant, no matter your choices,
It hurts yes, to see bạn go
But I can pull up my pullups,
And do it with dignaty,
Yes theyve asked, but i đã đưa ý kiến no
I dont want them, I want you.
But I guess that cant happen.
So can I hate you? No.


So were...
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posted by para-scence
I was able to find a ghế, chỗ ngồi with a little sixth grader. She pushed herself to the window, making sure she was as far from me as she could get. What, was I diseased? I ignored her and just stared at the ghế, chỗ ngồi in front of me, avoiding eye contact with anyone.

After about a twenty một phút bus ride, we got to the school. Afraid to be noticed, I waited until most of the people got off the bus. This really annoyed the sixth grader; I had her trapped, so she had to wait until I got the guts to cut someone off. Finally, I started to get off the bus, when I felt hands on my back. As I was getting off, they...
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posted by Moonlight_Kitty
The night was hollow, the moon casting gray shadows through the dark forest as he ran.
Darting between trees, jumping over fallen logs, he glided through the forest like a cloaked shadow himself. He was aware of the others in the forest, the dark beasts that chased him. He stopped as several beasts jumped in front of him. Their red eyes held fast to him as their skin rippled and bubbled. He gritted his teeth, once these had been normal dogs, chó he had played with long ago. Now they were beasts of the blackest element, chained to a dark and dismal fate, and loyal to their creator.
He brought...
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posted by Jawas4eva
I need to find a name for my character. She is a twelve năm old girl with short, kinda boyish blonde hair. She has a curious and Mischievous personality and a tomboyish attitude. She loves Music, she plays đàn piano and đàn ghi ta, guitar and can play the Saxaphone really well. She is also very good in school. She has green eyes and likes to draw and write. Her main flaw is when she makes mistakes she has trouble realising that she is only human, and humans make mistakes. I am trying to find a good name but I am having a lot of trouble. Please help!
posted by QueridaPantufa
It was a dark day. The wind was rushing through the trees and the rain came down without any mercy. I was alone in the house, searching for something I could do on this stormy day.
I decided to go outside, so I could feel nature’s power rushing through my veins.

Once I opened the door, I felt like I was about to enter a whole different world.
The wind was blowing in my ears and my clothes were soaked the moment I stepped outside.
But I kept going. I did not want to go back. I wanted to keep moving forward.
I wanted to become one with the rain, become one with the wind. I wanted to be the rain...
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posted by ambers1999
I woke up shivering with a red blanket that had holes in it. I see Jason in a clear cage with breathing holes in the hàng đầu, đầu trang and bottom of it, right in front was two men that I woke up to in my dream. I didn't care, I cared about why was Jason in the cage!"Get out of here, bạn shouldn't be here".Jason đã đưa ý kiến weakly."No I'm not leaving you, I want to know that your ok"! I đã đưa ý kiến putting my hand on one of the holes on the cage."I'm find babe just leave before bạn get hurt"! He đã đưa ý kiến desperately. He put his hand where my and was, and I could feel the warmth of the tình yêu he had for me. I saw that he had...
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posted by para-scence
A week later, Blair had gotten us all settled in. I had the one spare bedroom, Kirsten and Sage slept on air mattresses in the other spare bedroom, Paige had a bedroom in the basement, and Mom slept on the pullout couch. Blair and her husband were so nice for taking us in, I'd never be able to thank them enough.

Mom still hadn't found a job. This pleased me, despite our trước đó conversation. I liked it when she was around. She was fun to talk to, and she understood me sometimes. Even if she didn't, she listened to me.

She seemed nicer too, and thêm caring.

Back at home, when she was actually...
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I'm kinda new to writing(well sorta. I'm nghề viết văn a book in the Teen Titans club) So I decided to see if I could write a good story. So here's a prologue and please tell me what bạn think of this so I can see if I should start nghề viết văn the story hoặc not.

Four Hundred years ago, a girl named Akari Kokawa lived in a small village in Japan. She lived alone with her Father, . She never knew her mother for she was killed bởi her husband's brother. Akari's father was a cruel man. He beat his child and would often sell her body to men for money. She had enough of his torture and stabbed him to death...
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posted by ttmrktmnrfn0830
Introduction


Everybody has a friend. Someone to talk to, to share your secrets with. Someone in this cold cruel world that bạn could trust. A friend doesn't exactly have to be a person. It could be a pet, a journal-sometimes a banana-or even a rock. A friend doesn't have to be real, either. A character from a story hoặc movie, perhaps? But that's still something everyone can look at, hear, hoặc feel. Well, some of those make-believe friends, not actors, are things only you can look at, hear, and feel. Now those are called imaginary friends, as bạn probably know. Imaginary Những người bạn can be anything bạn want them to be. An animal, a creature bạn made up, a monster, hoặc just another human being. There are rare cases when special people have imaginary Những người bạn that...are not exactly in the afterlife. But, no matter what, whatever kind of friend it is, that one true friend will always be there for you.
Always.
Always.
Always...
posted by gabatron3000
Coming soon, I promise. :):):):):)::):))::):)):):):):):):):):):):)):):):):)::)):):):):):):)::):):)):):):):):):):):):)):):)::))::):):))::):):):):)):)::):))))))))))))))):):):):):):)):):):):):):)::)):):):):)::)):):):::):)):):):):))::):):):)):XPXPXPXPXPXPXPXPXPXPXXPXPXPXPPXXP:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D::D:D:D:D:D:D::D:DD::DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
posted by r260897
Zean sat on his giường with his Zeal. He looked at “her” with tình yêu but pain in his eyes. He was about to play something but stopped when his door was knocked. It was Ben. “ Ben, what are bạn doing here? Its mid…” he wasn’t completed when Ben đã đưa ý kiến “its just 4:45 p.m. it isn’t midnight. Zean, I don’t know about you. But I know our Zean. Please don’t try to bury your past in your tim, trái tim coz it will occupy the room, which happiness and joy should own. It isn’t midnight and neither your life…. Don’t make it midnight. Well gotta go. I promised Ilm to teach him to play drums,...
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posted by para-scence
Inspired bởi the song, "Looking Glass" bởi The Birthday Massacre.

"Waiting as I'm wanting to. Speaking as I'm spoken to. Changing to your point of view. I fade as I follow you. A boyish notion of false emotion. These words are spoken despite my love. A fool's devotion was set in motion. My eyes are open now."




I'd thought there was nothing wrong.

"He's really sweet, I promise," I'd said. They just didn't know him like I did. It made me angry. He really wasn't bad; just some anger management problems. That was no reason to be afraid.

Now I wasn't so sure.

"Look at me when I talk to you," he snapped....
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