Read Harry Potter, the Aenid of our times: Srsly (4 real!)
This also applies to style - if you think hemmingway is it, write neat uncluttered prose all the time and never experiment with alternatives, that's all you'll be able to write. you need to branch out.
I Brake for Nobody!
I see you walking there, no, I don't care. I don't see the walker, or the stroller, not the limp, nor the cane. I couldn't care less if you're late for work, I think nothing of those that are in a rush to get home. I've never understood...
Winters-Lament.txt
Winter's Lament by Afril Enrobed in frost, her silver fur twinkling in the cold light, The white maiden does yet jealously guard the moon's passing. Her breath is the North wind, Her touch brings the ice, stopping rivers, covering lakes. At...
Eulogy to a Snail
Once upon a time a snail came with the Autumn rains. From where it came, no one knows, and for how long it stayed is known only to the eyes of light in the ceiling. Still, it must have come from somewhere pleasant, where it grasped and felt wet,...
Big Changes Part 6
Even to this day we don't know how this proses works. "so i'm going to have to fight a group of youngster some day?"
You ARE a writer! : Srsly (2nd step on the road to success!)
Our brethren who sling around paint brushes are perhaps the only ones who will understand that nagging feeling you have (or should have, unless you are a deluded maniac - also your prose sucks and i hate you.) whenever you sit down at the keyboard.
Earth: Prologue
Things exist in the universe that you can barely imagine. Myths and legends can come to life, and fantasy can become reality. Nightmares can live, breathe, and can chase you and your fears. Death, life, war, and peace can all merge into one long,...
No Such Thing as Bad Publicity
Though the tiger was lauded for his descriptive prose and vivid imagination, he acknowledged with glee that his writing was filth through and through. katja would no doubt have a field day trying to break his balls.
Gasman - Part 1 - The New King in Town
Leo sat in silence as the air filtering system of the room flickered on. The lights slowly raising the visibility of the lab. It was late, after hours. He was the only person in the building except the janitor, who knew better than to go poking around...
Vulpine Predicament
I'm not a huge fan of meterless, rhymeless poetry (or "dense" prose). but sometimes you can develop a bit of a rhythm and just end up having fun with language.
The Procrastinators Dilemma
The sun looks sick and diseased in the backround, it's light a pale and ghastly yellow, spilling over the stark white piece of paper before me. I breathe a sigh of frustration. The pen is cold and slippery in my clammy palm, as if even it didn't want...
The New Formula
It's short, as my stories tend to be, so you're welcome for not wasting your time with a lot of prose and exposition. ;) jeremy sighed in boredom, scrolling through what seemed like miles of spreadsheets.