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       A strange melody filled your ears, pulling you out of your dream world and back to reality. As you forced your heavy lids to open, you realized that everything around you was completely black. “What in the world happened?” Unsure where you were, or how you'd even gotten here, you tried to lift yourself off of the cold stone ground. When you tried to move however, pain filled your body from head to toe. “I wonder if I got hit by one of those giant lava rocks, that would make sense, kind of.” Unwilling to stay where you were, you pushed through the pain and slowly began to feel your way around the room. “It

Conflict is the central element of any story. It’s what keeps us on the edge of our seats and turning page after page until 3:00am. Or, as Wikipedia puts it, narrative conflict is “an inherent incompatibility between the objectives of two or more characters or forces. Conflict creates tension and interest in a story by adding doubt as to the outcome.” So how do you create this all-important conflict in your stories? Well, it all starts in the development process. There are three basic steps to developing conflict, and they follow a specific logical progression because, ultimately, developing a good story is an exercise in l

To those who think these things To you, the one who thinks the world hates them The world doesn't hate you. Hate is a strong word and is used a fair bit nowadays but think about your family, friends and loved ones. They don't hate you. Yes, they can get angry but that's who they are. Everyone gets angry, including you. To you, the one who thinks they are not 'beautiful' You are beautiful! Don't let anyone say you aren't. You are beautiful physically, mentally and spirituality. I may not know you but I think you are beautiful. Don't believe what people say, they are jealous. Ask your family and friends what makes you beautiful. They will be

I prowled into Sherlock’s flat, spotting him as he sat on the sofa. He had a frown on his face and when I saw the papers in front of him I knew he was trying to work a case. I silently approached him before jumping up onto his lap, sitting up and looking at him expectantly. His eyes didn’t even flicker to me and I sighed, placing my paws on his chest as I let out a meow. “Shut up ____, I am trying to solve a case and could do without your pointless interruptions.” I just twitched my ears and climbed higher up his chest so that my head was resting on his cheek. I began to purr loudly, rubbing my head against his cheek

Raven sat, typing at her PC. On the screen were bandits unaware of her movements. She pushed the button on her mouse to activate her bow. Aiming she shot at one of the bandits and it died instantly. The others looked around, now aware of someone's presence, while her current ally went after them slaughtering the rest. It was Skyrim. One of the most addicting, yet buggy, games of all time. At one point she felt a breeze behind her and wondered if someone had come in and opened her window without permission. Turning her head she saw that it remained closed. A look of confusion appeared on her face. When she turned to look back at the computer i