Fortune told her many timesRetrospectively, Maya thought, she should have guessed, should have KNOWN – all other signs were right in front of her from the beginning. She could even list all the signs she missed, as well as her mistakenly taken actions.Fortune told her many times by ninquetari
First, the shooting star. Maya scolded herself mentally for not recognizing it for the omen it, and even worse than that, treating it like any clueless, naïve girl who believes in fairytales does, and wishing upon it. It was a grave mistake, one that had she done back in her training days would have caused her serious troubles with the Academy's headmistress.
Second, the wish itself. How could she be so careless in her word choosing?! "I wish I didn't have to go to work every day?" Seriosly? Why was she surprised, then, when she was fired the next day?
Things went downhill from there. The Third sign was more subtle, hidden between the headlines Google News flashed on her screen. It simply read, "Beware, Maya, you idiot." The Fourth was her decision to r
View from the TopWatched from this roof, kilometers from home, it looks like fireworks.View from the Top by ninquetari
Ella felt torn between fascination and self-disgust. The show was beautiful, in a twisted way; however, there's something sick in watching her town being bombed. Again. Like it had been bombed since she remembers herself.
An alarm was sounded, and the media crew around her announced they're following the Home Front Command, leaving the improvised open-air broadcasting studio in order to take shelter inside. Ten minutes later, Ella laughed nervously at the camera, and admitted she jumped at first, until she remembered she had one-minute-and-forty-five-seconds.
"When you are used to have 15 seconds only, this is more than enough time to enter the safe zone," she smiled at her interviewer. "But being used to it doesn't mean this is normal. It is NOT."
There were Three Sisters in a HallAt times, Lachesis wonders what would happen if instead of deciding on a certain length, she'd leave a thread unmeasured, and therefore give a being an unlimited life span. On the one side, Clotho considers, not for the first time, adding colors to the threads she's spinning, for diversity's sake. On the other side, Atropos is the only one who seeks not innovation – modern societies have already opened so many extraordinary options, and she is content.There were Three Sisters in a Hall by ninquetari
Morals for pure, young childrenRobert was a young boy. He had loving parents, a younger sister, and a dog. He was usually a nice guy: he was nice to his sister and ate his vegetables. However, he had one main fault: he was a liar. His friends learned very fast to never believe a word he said. His parents didn’t know what to do.Morals for pure, young children by ninquetari
"God hates liars, He forbade lying," they told him again and again. "Also, you are making us very sad. God hates that also. And God punishes those who disobey him."
Robert didn't care. After all, he's been told such so many times, that he thought it to be a lie. Alas, the poor soul!
So Robert continued his lies, until God punished him. Then he stopped telling lies. On his grave, his parents cried, and his sister vowed not to go down this path, so she'd never cause her parents such pain. "Lying is bad," she said. "I don't want to die."
Everything You've Learned About Writing is a LieLiterature Basics WeekEverything You've Learned About Writing is a Lie by PinkyMcCoversong
Okay, so maybe not everything. But there's a lot of stuff that I remember learning in middle and high school that turned out to not actually work for me -- or for pretty much anybody -- as a writer. I'm hoping that if I can lay these lies out for you, we cans turn it around and unlearn some of these bad habits. Because, man, nothing says "noob" like practicing some of these frequently-taught faux pas.
Lie #1: Be super duper descriptive!
Wait, wait, I know what you're thinking. Descriptive language is good, right? You want your reader to know what you're talking about, and to be able to see, smell it, hear it, touch it, taste it the way you do in your head. The problem is that, when it comes to description, a little bit goes a long wa
There's a Difference Between Special and SpecialMy friend once described his record of accidents like this: "I've already wrecked three—my own, my mom's, and my dad's!"There's a Difference Between Special and Special by A-Lovely-Anxiety
This was during a game of "Never Have I Ever" during seventh period Spanish II, in which we usually did next to nothing and sang Spanish songs while sitting atop our desks. Everyone who was playing had put a finger down in response to the question of "have you ever hit a car?" Including my own. But everyone told their story with a little laughter because it happens, right? It's a learning experience and it's supposed to happen and it is okay because that's just how you learn.
It's true, because from that day on I have been excellent in reversing out of parking spots.
Let me start with this: My mother never taught me how to reverse out of anything. In driver's ed it was covered slightly, but I was never told full out what you're supposed to be looking at when you do so, when to turn your wheel so that you don't hit any car, o
American GirlI have half your genetics.American Girl by IndigoSkyes
It’s strange to think, isn’t it, that half of my DNA comes from you, and yet we could walk past each other on the street and not even recognize each other.
If we ever did meet, what would we even say to each other? I don’t speak Chinese, and you probably don’t speak English. But here’s a little about myself:
I’m probably taller than you. The nutrition in America is different than in rural China, so I’ve grown like an American girl, not a Chinese one. I’ve cut off my hair three times now, and each time it feels so different and strange, yet each time it’s grown back in. Hair tends to do that. I love to dance. I love to laugh. I’m going to college soon to study and make friends and have fun and hopefully get a job in four years. I like cooking and baking, and I like to think I’m becoming pretty good at it. I’m very good with children. I can read very fast. I know how to knit. Our hands and