Tricks for Writing DESCRIPTION
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"I think the biggest problem I have is lack of detail. I can see things in my head, but other than the general surroundings, I'm always too intent on what my characters are thinking, or doing, or about to do to remember to add the details necessary to paint a really clear picture of where they are and their environment." -- Wanna Rite Reel Gud
The way to deal with that is by writing what you can. When you're done, go back and put in all the rest. Also, in situations like this, a beta-reader is your best bet at seeing where you skipped something.
As for What to desc
In Due Time
Two friends play,
Children at heart.
Having the best day,
Never wanting to part.
Two young lovers,
In tempting embrace.
Wishing to be one,
Forever in grace.
One sad mourner,
Dressed in ebony.
One dead mother,
Struck down at seventy.
In due time, the one whose hair is grey
Will join his partner buried in clay.
Don't pick a fight with an Artist by SorcererWithAPen, literature
Literature
Don't pick a fight with an Artist
Don't pick a fight with an artist
Wanna fight pussy?
Give me yar best shot
Or will you throw a paintbrush at me?
I'm so scared- not
Excuse me? What did you say?
What is a punch you ask?
Of course let me tell you:
A blow with the fist- it's quite a simple task
Are y' gonna cwyyy?
I dunno what you just said
Why don't you let me show you?
I'll f****** punch you and then- boom- you're dead!?
Pardon? What did you ask?
You need a clearer definition?
Of course, let me show you
I'll demonstrate- with out your permission
Ouch! Hey no fair
Dude you are so gay
You write poetry
I'll make you f****** pay!
Discúlpeme? What did you mutter?
I'm
All of my life,
I've played pretend.
At five,
I was a princess.
At seven,
I was a cowgirl.
At ten,
I was a creature of myth.
Now at thirteen,
I pretend to be normal.
Fake a smile,
fake a laugh.
No one really cares,
So I pretend I don't hurt.
Pretend to be happy,
But I'm drowning.
Come with me,
We can play pretend together.
The mud caked my fingernails.
My hair slipped from inside my hood,
blowing across my face.
The wind shifted the leaves on the ground
a collage of yellow, red, and brown
and the earth crawled around me.
The rain fell hard
and the wet grass grabbed at my ankles.
The hole I dug with my own two hands
was between two trees where you and I
used to sit and talk about superheroes,
videogames and high school bullies.
I thought the location fit.
I pulled from my coat pocket
the heart necklace you gave me
the year before you said goodbye
and drove off, leaving skid marks
on the vacant street.
I dropped my heart into
"Mama, is there anything stronger than God?"
"Yes. There is."
"Really? What is it?"
"Guess."
"..." "Is it hate?"
"No." "Hate may appear to be strong, but it is actually very weak."
"Then what is it? What could possibly be stronger than God?"
"Love."
"Who will love me, mama?"
"Your family" "Your friends." "And one who you will one day call 'dearest'"
"But what if they leave me? One by one, and I am alone and you are gone as well?"
"Then I can love you from heaven."
"If love is stronger than God, then does God not like love?"
"God gave us love, dear. Love is only stronger than Him because he made it so."
"So, do angels love?"
"Ye
Okay, my view here will be rather controversial, but I couldn't care less if you start hating me for this.
What I'll state here is also true for any characters or fandoms.
I understand the fact that most people have their idols , we all do , that's normal and sane. But what I can't stand is rabid fans/worshippers/bitches literally sucking their favorite artist's balls 24/24 ans treating them as if they were some kind of god . And this is now why most "popular" artists are becoming total assholes with mind-fucking egos, no longer paying attention to their minions :D (I said MOST because, thanks god, not all are like this.)
WOW WOW WOW, YOU
Hello…?
Excuse me….?
Why can’t you hear me?
Why won’t you answer me?
Why don’t you look at me?
Please see me…
I’m sick of being a ghost…
Of my words falling
Like snow
Onto the cold hard earth
Of your ears.
No one hears the snow
All you do is feel it…
Can you feel me?
Feel my presence…
The hand I reach out for
To steady me…
Or for the shoulder
When I need to cry…
But no one feels a ghost…
Please…
Look at me…
Notice me…
Speak to me…
Hold me…
Laugh with me…
I’m an amazing person
I promise
You just wait and see