Home for ChristmasHome for ChristmasHome for Christmas by MangoSundae
When I finally left home for good, I moved to another city to take a year-long course in database programming. Before long, this course proved to be not only more intense than I had expected, but so boring that I began doubting whether I would even complete it.
As a matter of necessity, my leisure pursuits such as drawing and creative writing came to get less and less of my time. This soon made me realize just how important these activities were to me, and these restrictions began making the year even more difficult.
Somehow I occasionally found the time to go to a church near my apartment. As Christmas neared, some of the people I had met began making plans to produce a condensed stage version of “A Christmas Carol.” Rehearsals would begin about the time my studies finished and my work term started, and this slight ease of pressure afforded me the luxury of participating.
When I auditioned I ended up with two roles, Fezziwig and one of the g
DaffodilsDaffodilsDaffodils by MangoSundae
I had just moved into a cheap rooming house to attend college, and was finding all this sudden anonymity unnerving. The building consisted of only two dozen small rooms in front and one dozen larger rooms in the back, but up to this point it was the largest collection of humanity I had ever shared an address with. I tried not to imagine all the unknowns living under the same roof.
The long-haired young man in the room next to mine looked a bit scruffy, but after I talked to him, he seemed okay enough. He had the curious habit of never locking his door, not even when he went out. This made some sense when he pointed out he had nothing in his room for anyone to steal. It made more sense again when I learned that he had just been released from prison.
Late in April, a charitable society began its yearly flower selling campaign selling to raise funds. I gave in to the impulse to buy a bunch of them.
Home again, I popped the flowers into a glass and set
Three WishesThree WishesThree Wishes by MangoSundae
It was one of the few classrooms in the Science Building with no windows. The furnace had served us well all winter, but now it was well into spring and no one had informed the heating system of this fact. In the stifling closeness, it was all I could do to stay awake, and the heavy-lidded faces around me told me I wasn’t the only one. The coffee had long since worn off and lunch time couldn’t come quickly enough.
The room was on the top floor of the Science building, a long climb up and a long way down again to the cafeteria. To add to our misery, the room didn’t even have a clock. I kept sneaking glimpses at my wristwatch, but the hands seemed to be stuck.
It was nearing the end of one of those long mornings toward the end of a long semester. As the prof droned on and on, I wished this class would end so I could escape this dreary room and trade the tedium for lunch.
I was nearing the end of a course of studies that had taken longer than they s
Rewriting Cliches Fan Fiction ContestIt's the start of a new month, which means it time for July's Fan Fiction Contest!Rewriting Cliches Fan Fiction Contest by SingingFlames
We all now that we should avoid cliché phrases and imagery in our writing. Clichés make writing boring and predictable. Our job as writers is to hold the readers' interests. Clichés fail at that; we've heard them before, seen them written dozens of times, if not more. For intriguing writing, we must find unique, fresh ways to phrase what we wish to say.
For this contest, I am providing a list of common clichés that should be avoided like the plague (did you see what I did there?). Pick at least one cliché from that list and rewrite it into something fresh and unique. Your rewritten cliché should not resemble the original (for example, if my earlier, "avoided like the plague," was an entry, I could have used, "shunned like a leprous bear having a bad day"). You can make your rewording as long as you'd like, as some may require subtle wording and take longer to
PE Prose Basics: Varying SentencesVarying Your SentencesPE Prose Basics: Varying Sentences by SingingFlames
When I was in college, I took an early morning Anthropology class. I had to wake up at five to catch the bus. Ugh. Yeah, I'm not a morning person. But I did it. The first day, our instructor stood before us and starting reading from the textbook. Word for word. Completely monotone. I was asleep within ten minutes. The rest of the week was the same; arrive, begin listening to the instructor, pass out. I had to drop the class and get whatever refund I could, while I could. It was my worse class experience there.
Most people know that in public speaking, the person talking needs to vary their tone and speech patterns and such to hold their audience's attention. They need to have a rhythm. Otherwise, they'll end up putting the audience to sleep. The same applies to writing. If you use the same sentence length or structure continually, you'll be the literary equivalent of my instructor. Repea
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What Is Fan Fiction?
Everyday, we are inspired by movies, television, novels, and other forms of media. They engage our minds with a variety of stories and characters, their plights and triumphs, their everyday minutiae. Fan fiction authors are so enamored with these other worlds and their inhabitants that they must partake in the stories which have brought them so much enjoyment. They expand on the current universe, explain gaps in the narrative and delve into characters' motivations.
A good fan fiction (or fanfic) is more than simple borrowing another writer's characters and universe. The fan fiction author must immerse his or her readers in the story, make them believe it is a natural extension of the source material. Characters have their own mannerisms and quirks; each universe has its own history and rules that need to be followed. The fan fiction author must master the nuances of those characters and the world they inhabit (unless purposely writi