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5 Guidelines for fiction writers
WHAT IS FICTION WRITTING? is the creation of fiction-based written compositions. Fictional writing frequently takes the form of a story intended to entertain readers or express the author's point of view. This could lead to the creation of a short story, novel, novella, screenplay, or drama, albeit these aren't the only forms of fictional writing. Novelists, playwrights, short story writers, radio playwrights, screenwriters, and other genre-specific authors all write fiction.
By Johanna Wanjiru4 years ago in Fiction
Penny Dreadful Chapter 1
Prologue Dear Diary, I met the cutest cat today. She was hiding behind a dumpster by the bakery. I was hungry and thought Mr. Joe would have some cold rolls. But seeing such a cute cat behind the dumpster was a bonus. I took her to the bakery with me. I planned to get us both something sweet. Mr. Joe was extra nice today. It was weird. He seemed focused but in a different way. After ordering, he started to cry. He told me that I was going to be his last customer. Some mean loan guy was going to close Mr. Joe’s bakery. Which I can’t let happen. Where else am I gonna get my slightly cold bread from? I’ll have to think of a name for the cute cat later. Oh, and sneak her into my apartment. She’ll have to stay with Miss Cat Lady until I get back. In the meanwhile, I need to help Mr. Joe. I have the bestest idea. I just need to try to remember the loan guy’s name.
By Christopher Shavers4 years ago in Fiction
Anna's Window
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. The window was her lone link to the world outside her four walls. It served as her lifeline and means of escape from the routine and monotony of her daily life.
By Cordell Black4 years ago in Fiction
The Trees Swallow People: Part 14
It's Christmas in a few days, and understandably there's an unease about it. There's an odd feeling of shame intermingled with determined jovial spirits. There are fewer houses than ever decorated (many are without the excuse of being abandoned), yet of those that are, they appear more festive than in previous years. Interestingly, many of the ones I know lie empty are decorated, draped in lights hanging from the gutters, windows frosted in mock-snow from a spray can, and, perhaps a little morbidly given everything, a tree dressed in baubles and lights. Fake trees, obviously, but you wouldn't blame people for breaking from tradition.
By Conor Matthews4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Masters Ch. 3
As Gwen and I walked through the crowded campus of Noreen University, or NU, I kept getting strange looks from the other students. We passed people I was acquainted with and each face I recognized, didn’t recognize me. That is, until they starred long enough to know the once scrawny nerd from their math class changed dramatically overnight.
By Daniel Gilliam4 years ago in Fiction
The Capes of Planet Poloto continues...
Episode 4 . The plane finally arrived at the Indianapolis International airport at about 4:15 pm, and mom and I were so glad to be home, that mom give a sigh of relief as we were picking up our luggage. “ Okay honey, our uber is on the way, let's go let's go.” she then turn to Wes and give him a huge hug and we went our separate ways. I looked back and said, “ See you later Wes.” As he was walking the other way, he waved and smiled. Mom and I made it to zone b where our Uber was waiting. Mom looked at the uber driver and asked, “Are you Rebekah?” she then answered, “ Yes ma'am.” let me help you with that” as mom handed Rebekah our suitcases, to be put in the trunk. I was so glad that we were finally going to be home, where I was going to enjoy my warm bed and be back with my friends, that I went to school with. Since we lived near Westfield, near Carmel the drive back home was going to be about 35 minutes away, depending on the traffic. It was Tuesday evening and as soon as I get home I'm going to unpack and let Sammy know that I made it back safe.
By Anthony Leclair4 years ago in Fiction
