November 2012
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“Depression is humiliating. It turns intelligent, kind people into zombies who...”
– EVERYONE NEEDS TO READ THIS.
Depression is not a synonym for being sad or having a bad day/bad week.
It’s not a PHASE. It’s not a CHOICE. It’s not LAZINESS.
(via general-grievous)
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"Persephone Lied"
The truth is, I was bored. My mother blissing ahead of me, rosebuds rising in her footsteps, And I skulking behind, thinking, Oh look. She walks in beauty. Again.
Her power could boil rivers, if she chose. She doesn’t choose. She scatters Heliotrope behind her.
And me, I’ve no powers. I think she’d like A decorative daughter. A link to the humans She feeds with her scattered wheat. A daughter...
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October 2012
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December 2011
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102 Resources for Fiction Writers →
vulpesinculta:
Are you still stuck for ideas for National Novel Writing Month? Or are you working on a novel at a more leisurely pace? Here are 102 resources on Character, Point of View, Dialogue, Plot, Conflict, Structure, Outlining, Setting, and World Building, plus some links to generate Ideas and Inspiration.
CHARACTER, POINT OF VIEW, DIALOGUE
10 Days of Character Building
Name...
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Something said by one of my close friends during a time of self doubt. Putting it here for easy access, to dismiss those harmful thoughts and try to think positively. “You’re so much more of a better person than you think. You’re always nice, you care so much about everyone. You have this…insane amount of love to go around (that I wish you’d share with...
June 2011
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I happened to be in the castle courtyard, relaxing by a bed of flowers. There was a script in my hand, and every so often my eyes would dart away from it to look at the exotic flowers, and the beautiful songbirds that were attracted to them. I ended up tossing the papers aside to get a closer look, when an especially odd flower caught my eye. Moving towards the brush, I put my hands between the...
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I wonder sometimes if I am a memorable person. Or if I am just there and will always be there even with no one feeling or caring about that presence, and doing nothing useful except feeding off everyone else’s energy and creativity. Am I just another book in a book store, or am I a book that would make a person’s eyes water with emotion from the words stored within? Am I a common day house cat or...
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These stammering hands of mine explore your body, religiously.
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Don’t you dare go out at night, His disgruntled father said, Creatures out there aren’t afraid to bite Even worse, you’ll end up dead. But the boy didn’t listen,
Only thinking of what he’d be missing. They were only myths anyway, Designed so children wouldn’t wander astray. He knew his father would be pissed Still, he packed an inventory. Then he...
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He puts passion in her hands to mold, to create. She creates wonderful works of art to put passion into the rest of the world. The world sees her artistic expression and revere her as a God. The Gods look down at her as false, they cut off her inspiration. He becomes ill, she is fearful for his health. She puts down her work. Her artwork is neglected, the world becomes dissapointed.
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No matter how close you are to someone, remember that they only like you when you’re happy.
