How to Create an Outline for Your Novel by DesdemonaDeBlake, literature
Literature
How to Create an Outline for Your Novel
How to Create an Outline for Your Novel
Anybody Can Write a Novel 2.0
Chapter 4 “Preparing Your Plot” – Section 1 “The Outline”
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“Plot is what happens in your story. Every story needs structure, just as every body needs a skeleton. It is how you 'flesh out and clothe' your structure that makes each story unique.”
-Caroline Lawrence
Of all of the topics to discuss in writing a novel, none of them inspire quite so much ire as that of outlining your story. As artists, we sometimes want to believe in the concept of absolute freedom from form and conve
When I was ten years old
fire nearly came to my town.
I sat alone in front of the big windows
looking up at the red sky raining ash
and I prayed.
Ten years later
that horror has been renewed
a hundred fold.
Fire to the east of us
fire to the south of us
and a strong wind from both directions.
There are no clouds
the smoke fills half the sky
but the town stays calm
we don't need to leave
we are sure.
But the wind won't go away
and there is no hope of rain.
It goes from bad to worse.
The fire is in the town now
I see houses burning as we leave
it really changes your perspective
to see places you know going up in flames.
W
The Wizard and the Worldbreaker by Anavar, literature
Literature
The Wizard and the Worldbreaker
In the days before the Worldbreaker, as I'm sure you know the legends say, there was magic. There were wizards. One of these wizards - the Last and greatest of them - was so powerful that his magic granted him the gift of immortality. The price of his power was this: he was made to guard the Source of all magic until the world's end.
The Worldbreaker, an ordinary man hungry for power, learned the secret of the immortal Wizard's power and plotted to steal the Source. When he first walked up to the Wizard's door, he was warned that if there was harm in his intentions, harm would be returned upon him. But he was a crafty man, and patient. He
River and the Doctor by ambassador-brouwer, literature
Literature
River and the Doctor
It took a lot of pushing and shoving to load that blue box into the cargo bay: even with the mule and the ATV, Mal couldn't blame his latest customer for circling the crate nervously every time it wobbled on its setting. He himself was in a right high-spirited mood, as the patron in question had paid up front and quite generously.
"Caaareful," the eccentric man protested as his prized possession trembled for the umpteenth time. He held out his hands as if hoping to catch it, but in reality it could probably crush him. The skinny stranger moved as if he hadn't quite grown into his limbs, waltzing about in a tweed jacket, navy trousers and a
I once tried to see the moon as the barest crescent, less than a day after it passed the sun on its rounds across the sky.
On a quiet day in April the day's grey clouds cleared away just in time for the sunset, but a few wisps still lingered over the western horizon. Every few minutes I ran out onto the balcony in my bare feet to take another picture - you can never have too many pictures of sunsets.
The sun's bright head dipped below the horizon, leaving only a reflection on the distant clouds to mark its place. I stopped going back inside, except to prepare a mug of hot chocolate. The air was still, but held that fresh spring chill.
He needed his wings for this, that's what he'd said. They'd never seen them before, didnt know if they could actually manifest, but they rose from his back as huge and elegant masses of silver feathers, black tipped and predatory.
But now the fight was over and he still hadnt put them away. The feathers were no longer smooth but a mess, some sticking in the wrong way, some ripped out, some stained with quickly drying blood.
The left one was dislocated in two of the joints and it stuck out oddly, too painful for him to fold up against his back before removing them from the physical plain. He nursed it delicately as he sat in the back seat of
timing never was my strong point.
and all it took was one more knock
to break open the damn and leave me
shaking and shivering as the oceans
flowed and flooded.
a fractured collarbone can kill you.
i already knew i was dying when the tide
came in and laid on my shoulders and
that tiny sliver of bone departed,
coarse, right through my vein.
i held my breath, and i could feel it
a tiny vessel in my veins, my stream
although i was unsure of its course
i knew that it would surely be the
bringer of my body's winter.
it scraped and all i could think was
the water was perfect for a swim.
i imagined that ort of death was you,
planni
I had a dream that I was strapped to the hospital bed
via heart monitor patches and a couple of short IVs.
I was staring at the ceiling of the room,
thinking of what time really was,
when I heard a double tap from the doorway.
I looked up and it was you standing there,
leaning casually,
smiling.
You strolled in and sat down and
the heart monitor missed a few beats
and we both chuckled nervously at it.
We exchanged hellos before you asked me
what was happening.
I told you about
the doctors confusion at my symptoms of cancer
without the cancer.
How they'd told me I had a weak heart,
and they really didn't know wh