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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

Biting the tip of your pen, you tuck your hair behind your ear trying to solve the “Daily Sudoku” in the Tokyo newspaper. A grunt is heard from your kitchen followed by the sounds of various boxes dropping to the ground. Eye twitching a bit you choose to ignore it, adjusting your legs, you pull them back from resting on the coffee table to tuck them underneath your body. Nibbling on your bottom lip, you press your pen forward to fill in an empty slot.   Rip. Crunch. Grunt. Thud. Rip. Crunch. Grunt. Thud. Are heard coming from your kitchen. A tick appears on your eyebrow as you try to concentrate on the Sudoku in front of you, on

Lifting a piece of fruit to your lips with your chopsticks, you sweep your eyes across the book in your right hand. Listening idly as your friend Riko chats about the Seirin basketball team. Going on and on she catches your attention at the mention of your crushes name, Kagami Taiga.  Eyes widening, you briefly life your gaze tuning into the conversation, flushing bright red when you feel Riko’s knowing gaze on your face.   “Ahh [Name]-chan now you listen.” She comments wearing a smirk. Face bright you mumble out an apology, “Sorry Riko-chan.”  Giggling she flaps her hand at you, “It’s okay,” R

*Slight strong language warning!* It was just another day at school for you, starting the way it always did. With you shoved up against a locker door. "Hey there, bitch. Not so high and mighty without your friends, are you?" A girl sneered in your face. You just stared back, barely even blinking. This was not new, so why react to it? "Oh, so the whore thinks she's too high and mighty to talk to us," She snorted, and someone behind her piped up, "She's such a slut! I bet she's screwing all of them! That's the only reason they would ever hang out with such a useless girl like her!" The bullies laughed. "She also looks like a complete bimbo

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

Beep. Beep. Beep. Opening the door a slender hand reaches into the microwaves pulling out a pink heart. Lifting up your shirt to tuck it beneath your chin, you pull the waistband of your sweats out sliding the heating pad down onto your abdomen.   “Sweet, sweet merciful god,” you groan out leaning against the counter. Unwrapping a Ghirardelli chocolate, you pop it into your mouth rolling the sweet across your tongue letting out a delighted moan. Resting your head onto your folded arms on the counter, you groan when a cramp hits you. Grunting you press down harder on the heated pad. Standing up you grab your Camelbak water bottle