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posted by e2mma2weasle3
If You're nghề viết văn Fiction

1.Figure out what bạn want to write about hoặc what type of book bạn want to write. For some people, ideas come naturally, but for others, it's a difficult step. If you’re having trouble, figure out what kind of sách bạn like. Do bạn read a lot of Stephen King? Write a horror book. Have bạn been hooked on Eoin Colfer ever since the một giây grade? Write a story about elves and technology. If bạn try to write a book that bạn would enjoy reading, nghề viết văn it will be thêm fun and easy.

2. Know the elements of a good novel.

-The setting. The setting of a story is its time...
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posted by twilight-rocks9
sorry it's so long let me know if bạn like it



We’re finally out of the house and coughing I looked at my ivory skin marked with ashes I looked at jose same thing. “jose do bạn have the money and your clothes?” I ask “yes do bạn have the thực phẩm and your clothes?” my little brother asked I can explain the bags we wanted to run away because our parents were splitting up.“Of course oh my goodness look at Domingos’ house” I say. It is also on ngọn lửa, chữa cháy we see one person stumble out “jose we need to see who that is.” I say. He already was running to see who it is. “Thank goodness we...
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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 phút 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 coriann
Chap 1
They say the woods had magical powers, hoặc that there were creatures possessing the woods that caused strange things to happen in the neighboring town. But myths may be able to fool the 19th century, maybe even the 20th century, but the 21st century? You’ve got to be kidding me. With the kind of first class technology that can map out entire areas through every nook and cranny, and that can create a program that can entangle the entire world in its web. The 21st century was 1st class, un-gullible and not easily fooled, too wrapped up in our own little bubble of a world that we created...
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posted by dragonwriter
I wake up. It's early in the morning. A cool wind blows bởi my face whispering sounds i don't understand. I look up at the sky and notice that it is a light blue color and it makes me feel that there is no problems in the world. Looking around i get a different story.

Blood everywhere. Bodies over bodies and not a living soul in sight. Who could have done this? My head starts to spin and my vision is going blurry. A creature appears from the wind that was flying bởi my head earlier.

This creature starts walking torwards me speaking in a language that I have never heard before. I go to reach for my gun and find a giant hole in my right leg. It continues to get closer and closer and is staring at me as if to be a hunter and I am it's prey.

Knowing that this is the end I look up at the sky. Beginning to close my eyes the last of my sights are focused ont he Blue Skys.
posted by viju
 Shining down in eyes....
Shining down in eyes....
Do bạn ever feel?
Like a melba toast
Breaking into pieces
With no way from sea to coast
Do bạn ever feel
That you’re so ignorable
But inside do bạn know
You’re inescapable
Do bạn ever feel like
You’re under pressure
But inside you’re tim, trái tim
There’s an aggression.

You need to hear
Mellifluous voice in your mind
And than

(Chorus)
Run like a Meteor
Through the sky
Through the space
Shining down in our eyes
Run like a Meteor
Piercing the wind
With lightening speed
Shining down in everybody’s eyes

(Verse – II)
Do bạn ever feel like
You’re so irresistible
But really bạn are
So capable
Do bạn ever feel
That...
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posted by lucius_malloy
Under the surface of the ever-moving ocean, it is calm.
There are hardly any sounds bouncing about the vast space, and the ones that are have been muted, many times over. The roaring of a ship’s engines, mighty as a lion, is only a faint humming sound, thêm felt than heard as it vibrates its way through your body.
You’re floating, floating in a mass of blue. The only thing bạn can see is blue, blue, and blue – different shades, some lighter than others, some dark as a winter night in the North, but blue nonetheless. Now that bạn think about it, it’s slightly disturbing – oppressive,...
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posted by dragonwriter
Sky turns black. Memory fades. through all of this tragedy fate has taken my memories from me. No other thoughts. tim, trái tim pounding. Blood racing. No thêm time for thinking. Think quick and on my feet hoặc death will surely get its grasp on me. As my enemy approaches i draw my sword. Once the tip of the blade is out of the sheath i hear it hit the ground as i feel a warm liquid pouring out of my open chest as blood gushes out of the wound. As i struggle to take my last breath i wake up screaming relieved that it was just a DREAM.
posted by MissMuffin38
It was just another day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and everyone was doing what they normally do. It was the start of the summer of 1939. In the middle of a war. It was an toàn, két an toàn here, most of the time. Everyone carried on like they always did, selling trái cây on the market stalls, children drooling at the millions of different sweets on the shelves above them, and then running around, playing airplanes. Amongst all this was a house, with a family, that lived happily. Almost.

This family were the Nicholson family. They lived together in a big, fancy house, but not too fancy. The...
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posted by Thalia_huntress
plz tell me if bạn like it and if i should write more




2....1 ready hoặc not here i come" i say. i hear my friend Annabel giggle. i go behind a cây "found you" i said. "lunette!! Annabel!!" the owner of the orphanage called us. she was the most đắng, cay đắng woman ever all because her husban died in the war. we sraitened out hoặc dresses. "coming miss belle." we đã đưa ý kiến in harmony. we rushed from the yard. "yes miss belle?" i said. "it's time for us to see if anybody wants bạn brats now change into the nice dress we gave." she said. "ok miss" annabel said. miss belle didn't know but every one made fun of...
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And of course, the initial reaction to a tiêu đề like this one is, "Well, why don't you make me care about what you're saying, first?"

So I'll cut straight to the chase: When submitting a short story, hoặc even a poem for publication in a literary magazine, keep in mind that the editors receive hundreds of submissions a day, which means that they don't have time to read every last one of them. This is why it is incredibly important to hook them in your first few sentences, other than start slow and verbosely build up to why they should care. Therefore, this will be a succinct explanation of why...
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