I have few stories started, but I never seem to finish them, I’m not sure why. I also seem to struggle with finding right words to describe my ideas. Any advice? 1 month ago
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Mostly love story. But it is not finalized yet. I want to write very simple yet interesting story which people (my friends) will love to read. I believe I can write a good love story, I need to think about the overall plot before starting it. 2 months ago
I’ve realized probably the biggest reason I don’t really finish my stories or books. I have a good imagination and I’m proud to say that I can come up with some really good plots and storylines, but then, after becoming absorbed in them and learning every detail, I find myself unable to write it because
a) I feel like I’m not worthy enough or that I won’t be able to express the plot as well as I’d like.
b) After planning the main plot I stick to that too much so I find it difficult to root out and add some small occurences.
Any hints or tips are welcomed!
Thanks :) 4 months ago
Hey there :)
I’ve decided to write a book about a couple’s romance. I might add some cryptozoology (that’s the theme I write best) but I might not.
What kind of exciting events can happen? It won’t be like Mills & Boon or anything – I’m looking for exiting disasters, problems etc… that can crop up in the plot.
Feel free to comment or mail me!
Thanks so much!:) 4 months ago
I don’t know what really happened that night, but it left deep imprints on me.
Through my experience i shall never want anyone to believe on the existence of spirits…......even i couldn’t understand what was happening with me.
Its quite obvious that in the era of Science everyone has a thirst of reason, for any of their usual or superficial observations.
Science cant explain spirits….......but i have failed to get the scientific reason of my experience.
I shall simply describe whatever i saw that night,...........however i must ensure you all that at that night i was fully conscious. I was not at all drowsy or drunk.
ARMAPUR: 16-04-2007….........I had passed class 8 and attended some of the classes in 9-B. My father on this very year got a fruitful outcome of his request for his transfer to DUM DUM. However, i had mixed emotions.
For the last time, i wanted to ride my bicycle through the streets of my locality and even within the entire limits of Armapur.
It was a cloudy evening. I suspected it may Rain. but ignoring the storm that i was going to encounter with, i decided to usher my journey.
Finally i reached near my school.
I took a sharp turn and started to ride my bicycle through a narrow road. There used to be a graveyard silence in this road. However there were people living in their homes on the either side of the road. The darkness of the clouds by the time increased all the more. All of a sudden, there was load shedding and probably the entire Armapur region had to face it. i found it quite difficult to ride over the stones. My ultimate fear came to greet me. It started raining cats and dogs.
To add more difficulties to my ride, the thunder roared as if it was threatening me. Luckily there was a cycle stand, and i got the shade to save myself from the chill cold of the rain.
Within 30 minutes the rain slowed down. Only a few drops were falling. It was still very dark. I could not see beyond a metre. Suddenly I felt as if someone whispered my name. I turned back. I was so happy to see my friend Ankur, who was my next door neighbor. He was also carrying a lantern in his hand. He asked me to double carry. I took the Lantern from his hand and carefully put it in the basket. This arrangement was going to help me see the way. He sat on my carrier and i started to ride. I asked him what he was doing there. He cautioned me to ride the bicycle carefully instead of talking. He assured me that he would tell me everything when we reach our destination. I agreed to him.
In fine, we reached our home. I got off from my cycle and was shocked.
Though the lantern was still in the basket, but there was no one in the carrier. I got worried. Within no time,I
went to his home to inform his mother. I knocked the door and when Mrs Muhuri opened the door i told her everything.
After listening to me she was dumbstruck. She told me that Ankur was ill. I could see Ankur lying in his bed. He was fast asleep.
I could not understand what was going. I returned home and told this to my mother. She calmed me giving the tag of “an illusion” to my interpretation, but it was definitely not an illusion. I had seen Ankur clearly In the light of the Lantern.
Even today whenever i think about that night , I ask myself,”WHO WAS HE?” 4 months ago
I love writing, its aways been a long time passion of mine. I would love to eventually release a book for free on amazon and see where it will bring me. :) 6 months ago
sometimes you’ve just gotta get the feel going through you and put words on paper. today after lots of productive work stuff i felt the rhythm of my imagined world, so i did some storyboarding. sifting through relevant tumblr images definitely kept things going. 8 months ago
Im writing a story called “Moonsky” and its about werewolves.
To read it, go to www.tamrasrandomstuffs.webs.com and click on the tab labled ” Moonsky ”
Comment here if you like it so far.
btw, if its not that good, its probably because im 13 and its the first real story Ive begun to write. 9 months ago
The night, as silent as an Angel’s feather floating down to Earth. Not a sound, not a whisper. Countless stars were dotted across the gently lit sky. The moon was glaring down on the lush landscape, hidden somewhere in this world.
A soft, smooth breeze stroked the fur of the Wolves that lived so peacefully in this enchanting place. Creatures did not stur, the winds did not whistle, the trees sweyed only silently beneath the moon’s elegant, tinted blue light.
When the full moon would make it’s first appearance every month, the Wolves would howl for hours on end not caring for a thing in the world. It was almost like they were praying, hoping and crying to the moon. But what only the Wolf knows today is, why? And after this howling ‘ceremony’ the Wolves were said to become stronger and more fearless than ever.
They could run for the whole night with the moon glow reflecting in their eyes. They could kill a whole heard of elk with the moon guiding them to victory. They could dodge any gunshot with the moon blinding the attacker. They were said to be able to do anything with the moon’s power and devotion in their hearts. But soon enough, the Wolves would have to howl one last time, and wait for the moon to become full once again. It would come again and brighten all of the beauty that existed in the world.
One of the sleeping Wolves that lived in this beautiful moonlit area, was having what could possibly be one of the most important dreams of her life. A dream that could shape her, literally.
This Wolf was as bright and as glowing as the Mother Moon herself. Her fur was as delicate as the silence of the Angel’s feather that floated down to Earth just moments ago. And this Wolf…
Instead of having the beautiful golden eyes of the average Wolf, they too were a colourless white. Beautiful, nonetheless… But utterly colourless.
This Wolf found herself in a swirling world of purples and blues. But, however she was not awake. “Tsuki… Tsuki… You have come to recieve my message,” chanted a mysterious voice. The
Wolf did not know what she was listening to, but yet, she could understand it. The voice chanted on and on. And so the Wolf became frightened.
“You don’t know who I am, do you Tsuki? You don’t know at all.”
The Wolf groaned, howled even. She called for her pack but they could not hear her cries. She was in a false land that has never existed. A dream land.
Suddenly, a tall, slender woman appeared in front of the frightened Wolf. “Do not fear me, young Wolf. I am the moon spirit. The great Mother of your kind,” whispered The Mother’s delicate vioce. “Your name is Tsuki now. I need you to do something for me. That is why I gave you this dream; and that is why I gave you your name. “Come on, stand up. Come over here. I have a presant for you…..”
Tsuki, confused but ingaged in The Mother’s tellings, walked forward without even thinking so. The Mother all of a sudden closed her eyes and placed her right hand on her heart. Then she placed her left. She sang a mighty song in an ancient language that has been unknown and unheard of since the time of great sorrow when all the Lunar folk were wiped out. The Lunar folk were the connection between man and Wolf, and most importantly, the moon.
The chanting and singing had stopped, but what Tsuki didn’t realise is she was howling to the ancient words with The Mother. “I am the Moon Spirit, The Mother, and this is my blessed gift to you: Princess Tsuki, the white-eyed Wolf.”
A bit of a cliff-hanger! Well, it would be if you didn’t already know from my last post. 16 months ago
I’m thinking of writing a story about a young white wolf whom is chosen by the moon spirit to take the form of a human and purify the Earth from bitter corruption. The Wolf is named Tsuki by the moon spirit when she is given a pendant that will grant her the power to take a human form. The story I’ve been plotting is full of magic and mystery.
The picture is a simple drawing of Tsuki’s pendant. 16 months ago