Of Angels and Demons - Premonition by thrasherman1591, literature
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Of Angels and Demons - Premonition
Premonition – Hunted
The capital was besieged, there was no doubt about that. The Seraphim came under the cover of darkness, and they were ruthless in their conquest. They set everything they saw ablaze. Homes, shops, barracks, it didn't matter to them. They slaughtered anyone they thought stood in their way. Women, children and all. All were considered enemies and were dealt with accordingly.
Aion could hardly look at the horizon from the castle. The flames from the homes of the innocent painted the otherwise black night a bright red. He heard the screams of the innocent as if they were right next to him. He barely kept his composu
Fugue (A Revelation) - Excerpt 1 by thrasherman1591, literature
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Fugue (A Revelation) - Excerpt 1
“Praise be to King Aion.” Eliwood offered his respect to the king.
“Or, rather, to my ancestors who made my ascension possible.”
Eliwood was taken aback by Aion's response. Was he not a lord, like Uther of his own home?
“I understand you are a foreigner, therefore I can excuse your lack of knowledge of our culture.” Aion continued to subtly chastise his guest. “But understand that here, in Skovas, all men and women, even those who appear before a king, are asked not to kneel, but to stand when addressing others, especially their superiors. You are human, much like I. Address me as your equal.”
Love from a Stranger by thrasherman1591, literature
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Love from a Stranger
The Girl in White, she came to me,
On a cold and dreary day,
My eyes were stained with tears,
Alone on the ground I lay
My wounds were all but mortal,
My spirit, flayed and reaved,
I was thrown into this darkness,
And was left here to bleed.
I was plotted against and betrayed,
By those I once called “friend”,
They were satisfied with their work,
And hoped I'd meet my end.
I was certain that I'd die there,
Alone and left for dead,
Into pain I had been tricked,
Into darkness I had been led.
But in front of me stood a light,
The likes of which I hadn't yet seen,
And I was certain that it wasn't real,
It seemed to be a dream.
The
What does it mean to live by chance?
Does it mean to live in complete recklessness, putting survival second on your priority list in the heat of the moment? In some instances, yes. But we don't mind. We are not bound by your laws and boundaries that keep you safe.
Ha. Safety. That's a funny word. Tell me, what is safety to a gambler? We're not necessarily the gamblers that you know best, the ones that piss away their coin at a house of ill repute only to come back and do it again the next night. No, we gamble with a more precious resource. Our lives, our safety... they matter not to us. We live by the sides of a coin, and we let that dete
He won't survive the night, they said.
He is surely a dead man.
To be plagued with a mind like his,
Endure it, no man can.
They thought me a walking corpse,
A tormented soul aching to leave
This wretched form that entraps me,
This mind that can only reave.
But did they also see a warrior,
Standing triumphantly,
Against the demons that plagued my soul
And dared to challenge me?
Did they think that I would find
A way to rise again?
Or did they think that when the morning came,
I would be gone by then?
Those bastards counted me dead,
before I had a chance to fight,
And they were relieved at the notion,
Their backs feeling light.
But here I
They told her she'd never amount to anything.
Every day, she would battle with herself, trying to convince herself that she was better than what these demons were telling her she was. After all, what the hell were they to her? Little does she know, the power of the God she serves so fervently far outmatches everything these creatures can do to her. Perhaps they are strong. Perhaps they'll leave their marks on her. But she is so much stronger than they are. She is a harbinger of better things beyond the depths of darkness. She is a living message to all those engulfed by the black: that there's hope, a light at the end of the tunnel that isn
Absolution, Chapter II: A Common Denominator by thrasherman1591, literature
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Absolution, Chapter II: A Common Denominator
Zagara never enjoyed the fact that her headquarters was so far away from any sort of border of influence. It made sense to her, yes; if Osiris, Vermithrax or Atrenu were to attack, she could react quickly to the threat without the capital being put at too much risk. But she never liked safety. As a child, she craved adrenaline. Her recklessness almost took her life from her much too soon. That mattered not to her. In spite of that, she continued her thrill-seeking, no matter the cost. Even now, she wanted nothing more than to jump into the heat of battle with her soldiers, fighting against the tyranny of the other guilds of Au'Tur. She could
Absolution, Chapter I: The Fault in Practice. by thrasherman1591, literature
Literature
Absolution, Chapter I: The Fault in Practice.
The Guard omitted such terms as “discreet” and “subtlety”, didn’t they?
Many soldiers of the Aetherian Guard were asking themselves that very question today. Expedition Force Phoenix-6 was a legendary force, the best in their class, if not the entirety of the Aetherian Guard. They had accomplished several feats in the inevitable conflict between themselves and the New Templar. Seventy-five raids, it was said, as well as ten enemy outposts crushed, and another five started for the AG.
And yet, they'd been ambushed and completely destroyed. This news brought great distress to every several Guardsman. No, more th
Of Angels and Demons - Premonition by thrasherman1591, literature
Literature
Of Angels and Demons - Premonition
Premonition – Hunted
The capital was besieged, there was no doubt about that. The Seraphim came under the cover of darkness, and they were ruthless in their conquest. They set everything they saw ablaze. Homes, shops, barracks, it didn't matter to them. They slaughtered anyone they thought stood in their way. Women, children and all. All were considered enemies and were dealt with accordingly.
Aion could hardly look at the horizon from the castle. The flames from the homes of the innocent painted the otherwise black night a bright red. He heard the screams of the innocent as if they were right next to him. He barely kept his composu
Fugue (A Revelation) - Excerpt 1 by thrasherman1591, literature
Literature
Fugue (A Revelation) - Excerpt 1
“Praise be to King Aion.” Eliwood offered his respect to the king.
“Or, rather, to my ancestors who made my ascension possible.”
Eliwood was taken aback by Aion's response. Was he not a lord, like Uther of his own home?
“I understand you are a foreigner, therefore I can excuse your lack of knowledge of our culture.” Aion continued to subtly chastise his guest. “But understand that here, in Skovas, all men and women, even those who appear before a king, are asked not to kneel, but to stand when addressing others, especially their superiors. You are human, much like I. Address me as your equal.”
Love from a Stranger by thrasherman1591, literature
Literature
Love from a Stranger
The Girl in White, she came to me,
On a cold and dreary day,
My eyes were stained with tears,
Alone on the ground I lay
My wounds were all but mortal,
My spirit, flayed and reaved,
I was thrown into this darkness,
And was left here to bleed.
I was plotted against and betrayed,
By those I once called “friend”,
They were satisfied with their work,
And hoped I'd meet my end.
I was certain that I'd die there,
Alone and left for dead,
Into pain I had been tricked,
Into darkness I had been led.
But in front of me stood a light,
The likes of which I hadn't yet seen,
And I was certain that it wasn't real,
It seemed to be a dream.
The
What does it mean to live by chance?
Does it mean to live in complete recklessness, putting survival second on your priority list in the heat of the moment? In some instances, yes. But we don't mind. We are not bound by your laws and boundaries that keep you safe.
Ha. Safety. That's a funny word. Tell me, what is safety to a gambler? We're not necessarily the gamblers that you know best, the ones that piss away their coin at a house of ill repute only to come back and do it again the next night. No, we gamble with a more precious resource. Our lives, our safety... they matter not to us. We live by the sides of a coin, and we let that dete
He won't survive the night, they said.
He is surely a dead man.
To be plagued with a mind like his,
Endure it, no man can.
They thought me a walking corpse,
A tormented soul aching to leave
This wretched form that entraps me,
This mind that can only reave.
But did they also see a warrior,
Standing triumphantly,
Against the demons that plagued my soul
And dared to challenge me?
Did they think that I would find
A way to rise again?
Or did they think that when the morning came,
I would be gone by then?
Those bastards counted me dead,
before I had a chance to fight,
And they were relieved at the notion,
Their backs feeling light.
But here I
They told her she'd never amount to anything.
Every day, she would battle with herself, trying to convince herself that she was better than what these demons were telling her she was. After all, what the hell were they to her? Little does she know, the power of the God she serves so fervently far outmatches everything these creatures can do to her. Perhaps they are strong. Perhaps they'll leave their marks on her. But she is so much stronger than they are. She is a harbinger of better things beyond the depths of darkness. She is a living message to all those engulfed by the black: that there's hope, a light at the end of the tunnel that isn
Absolution, Chapter II: A Common Denominator by thrasherman1591, literature
Literature
Absolution, Chapter II: A Common Denominator
Zagara never enjoyed the fact that her headquarters was so far away from any sort of border of influence. It made sense to her, yes; if Osiris, Vermithrax or Atrenu were to attack, she could react quickly to the threat without the capital being put at too much risk. But she never liked safety. As a child, she craved adrenaline. Her recklessness almost took her life from her much too soon. That mattered not to her. In spite of that, she continued her thrill-seeking, no matter the cost. Even now, she wanted nothing more than to jump into the heat of battle with her soldiers, fighting against the tyranny of the other guilds of Au'Tur. She could
Absolution, Chapter I: The Fault in Practice. by thrasherman1591, literature
Literature
Absolution, Chapter I: The Fault in Practice.
The Guard omitted such terms as “discreet” and “subtlety”, didn’t they?
Many soldiers of the Aetherian Guard were asking themselves that very question today. Expedition Force Phoenix-6 was a legendary force, the best in their class, if not the entirety of the Aetherian Guard. They had accomplished several feats in the inevitable conflict between themselves and the New Templar. Seventy-five raids, it was said, as well as ten enemy outposts crushed, and another five started for the AG.
And yet, they'd been ambushed and completely destroyed. This news brought great distress to every several Guardsman. No, more th
Motivation for Novelists by illuminara, literature
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Motivation for Novelists
Motivating myself to write and keeping that motivation throughout a writing project is one of the biggest challenges I face as a writer. I get the impression a lot of other people struggle with it as well.
There are a lot of tools out there such as the Write or Die program and National Novel Writing Month designed to keep you motivated, but they're just gimmicks in my opinion. Writing takes a lot of time and effort, and we as humans need a very compelling reason to exert ourselves in such an extreme manner. A timer or deadline typically isn't good enough.
The only effective long-term motivator is a real, tangible reward. Finishing a novel i
Ways to Say It
"He opened the door."
He burst into the room.
He felt the door give way.
He watched his own hands struggle against the door as they pushed it open.
He saw a group of people pan into view as the door eased open.
He couldn't remember pushing his way through the door after he had stumbled into the room.
He was barely aware of himself opening the door.
He couldn't stop himself from nudging the door open.
He might as well wear a friendly countenance now that he was opening the door.
The door opened.
The door swung open.
The door was opening.
The door was being opened.
The door creaked when he pushed it open.
The door
A Guide to Writing Style by illuminara, literature
Literature
A Guide to Writing Style
Writing Style - The Bottom Line
Words are like sunbeams. The more they are condensed, the deeper they burn. - Robert Southey
Prose is architecture, not interior decorating. - Ernest Hemingway
Writing style is made up of two things: cadence and variation.
Good style is clear, readable, and invisible. Its purpose is not to attract attention to itself but to transport readers into the world of your story. If your readers notice your style without purposefully intending to study it, your style needs to be impro
How to Start and Stay Writing by illuminara, literature
Literature
How to Start and Stay Writing
I recently solicited my watchers to ask me writing questions that I would then attempt to answer in a writing guide such as this. This article is my first response, and there will be many more to come.
I've been asked to give advice on ways a writer can begin to put words on a page. The bottom line is as simple as this: sit your butt down and write.
Duh, right? It's the only way I know to actually write.
Sure, sitting your butt in a chair is easy, but getting your fingers to move and stay moving is a challenge. Here are three things that have helped me.
1) Have a goal.
Your goal can be as simple as "describe the person in this picture" o
The Cracks Begin to Show: Making Flawed Characters by WonHitWonder, literature
Literature
The Cracks Begin to Show: Making Flawed Characters
First of all, I freely admit that what I say isn't gospel. I am a total amateur at art and writing. I've learned everything that I know via the internet and a few books. It's just that I appreciate all of the tutorials here on dA that have helped me out, and I want to put a little bit of my own methods back in.
I've run across an odd myth about fictional characters here on good ol' deviantART: If my character isn't a Mary Sue then I've definitely written a good character. Sadly, this is not so. A Mary Sue (see here for more) is just a specific kind of bad character. Not all bad characters are Mary Sues. It would be like saying that sinc
A Writer's Guide: Believable Characters by DarlingMionette, literature
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A Writer's Guide: Believable Characters
I know a lot of you out there are aspiring-writers (I’m one myself!) and sometimes we get so caught up in this “must publish!” attitude that we get lost in our stories along the way. Sometimes there comes a point when we stare at our half-finished novel and say “I’m stuck. “ Usually these moments happen when we don’t know where we’re going next with our story, and usually that’s because somewhere along the line we’ve strayed off the path and we aren’t quite sure how to get back.
One of the things that you may find helpful if you’ve never done it before is to take a reall
Writer's Tip: Show, don't tell. by DarlingMionette, literature
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Writer's Tip: Show, don't tell.
Show, don’t tell (SDT). It’s one of the few consistent pieces of advice that all writers have heard at one time or another. Even the most amateur of writers parrot it back, but knowing the phrase doesn’t necessarily mean that we understand it, or how to implement it.
So what does “Show, don’t tell.” really mean? SDT is the idea that instead of telling your readers what’s happening in a story, you show them. This seems like an abstract concept to most of us, but what it boils down to is this: using words to give your readers an idea without having to directly state it. There are many ways good writers