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Okay, before anybody starts to think this is some weird idea, let me explain. For anyone who knows how to write (and I mean, REALLY knows how to write), you understand that a good story has everything written out on paper first.  You know, stuff like Outlines, Plot Triangles, Character Profiles.  This might be of a challenge to some of you and tie you down, but unless you are capable of keeping every piece of information in your mind, this is a good resource to fall back on.  If you do not need this, then fine—you aren’t required to use it.  According to Science Fiction Writers of America, do

“Congratulations (f/n), another F.” My math teacher sneered as he handed me another failed math test of mine. “At this rate, you’ll be repeating this course next year as well.” “Glad to hear that, sir. I sure do enjoy seeing you every day of my life.” I pitched in with sarcasm. He scowled and waved me off. At the end of the class period, I crumpled up the test and threw it in the trash. I don’t need a piece of paper to remind me how much I hate this subject. “Guess what dear?” My mother excitedly spoke as I walked into the house after school. “We’ve hired another tutor

Eren and Jean were fighting...Again. Levi observed from a good distance without the two noticing he was watching them, a scowl on his face as he continued to watch the fight unfold, he had lost count of how many times he broke the two up from their fights and lost count of how many times he made them do stable duty as punishment, no matter what he did, they would continue their fighting, he didn't know why they would fight, sometimes it was over something so small and stupid. He ran his fingers through his raven locks and let out a frustrated sigh, his gaze went back to the scene with his fingers still in his fringe before removing them and

Open Chair – Jealous!America X Reader For the first time in the obnoxious boy’s history, America was the first to arrive at a meeting. Often he wandered in late or what he called “fashionably late”, though that was only an excuse which he had been using for over a century now.  This excuse, however, did not settle well with most of the countries and frequently ended with Germany or England berating him for it. He snickered to himself as he made his way through the empty room, imaging the awestricken faces of those two when they saw he had appeared before them. He could barely contain himself as he thought about the b

“Uuuugh man this bites…” America slumped onto the couch “MAPLE!” He quickly jumped off landing on his bum “Haha! Sorry about that Canada!” “Eh, it’s okay…” He whispered quietly. America took the seat next to the Canadian with the same expression plastered on his face since he came in; Guilty and frustrated. “Eh…what’s wrong America?” Canada asked the depressed American. “Uh, well, England seems to be down again today and won’t watch any horror movies with me!” He crosses his arms making fishy lips “Eh, what do you mean

Master of Ravens 1 My little brother is nine years old the first time I decide to kill him. During the night, snow fell over the jagged wreckage of our land. In the morning I realize he will follow me outside if I call to him. Like an awkward-limbed colt he'll stumble through the snowdrifts, and I can leave him to the ice and wind in the shadow of a three-walled building. No one will see me. Our father will think he has gotten lost on his own. I too will cry when they find his body. When the mourning is done, however, I will be my father's true and only son. 'Cam,' he will call to me, and I'll kneel down before him. My father. Master of

 Yes, I am a teenage girl No, I don't squeal over One Direction No, I don't wear mini skirts No, I don't curl my hair everyday No, I don't need my phone 24/7 Yes, I am a teenage girl Yes, I prefer Edward Scissorhands over Edward Cullen Yes, I like violent video games Yes, I like action movies Yes, I listen to Rock Yes, I am a teenage girl No, I don't draw hearts all over my homework No, I don't spend 20 minutes trying to make myself resemble a porcelain doll No, I'm not afraid to cry No, I don't party every weekend Yes, I am a teenage girl Yes, I hate reality shows Yes, my hair is short and messy Yes, I'd rather walk in the woods Yes, I a

"I believe all of you might be wondering why I've gathered you here tonight," Commander Erwin's calm voice silenced the mutters and whispers that came from the cadets and squad leaders seated in the mess hall, the smell of herbal tea and coffee lingering in the room.            During dinnertime, Erwin has ordered that no one leaves the mess hall, for he was going to make an announcement that would change how things work in the Survey Corps. Everyone was on the edge of their seat, wanting to know what exactly is that announcement the commander was about to say. "So? What is it?" Captain Levi was getting a little impatient, his fingers plac

          “Ohh Gil!” I groaned, turning my face into my pillow. Not again. “C’mon Birdie, louder,” I heard the Prussian grunt. I could hear Matthew trying to keep his moans to a minimum and I figured it was for me. I laid there, trying to drown out the sound of my friend and his boyfriend going at it before I finally gave up.          I threw my legs over the edge of my bed and I put my flip flops on. I grabbed a blanket and quietly snuck out of my room. The whimpers and gasps only got louder as I moved into the living room. I trudged to the door and left as quickly as I could.          “Why do they alway