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Darkfrost by Vvulf, literature

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Darkfrost

Snow sank lazily from a black sky, oblivious to the misery it caused those who had to suffer its steady embrace. The cobblestones were buried with brown slush that was thick, wet, and heavy like blood. Through the soft thin layer of his leather shoes, Steven Bucket felt every inch of it. He stood within the arch of the gate, which theoretically should have provided some relief from the elements, but in truth did almost nothing for snow that was soft enough to blow sideways according to the whimsy of the wind. Leaning on his polearm so much that he was practically hugging it, he caught sight of a lantern approaching. Steven straightened, tried to contain his shivering, and hoped. “Cold night, isn’t it?” the young man attached to the lantern said, as soon as he came into view. Like Steven, he wore a ridged steel helm on the top of his head and chainmail around his face and neck. Unlike Steven, he wore a thick quilted aketon rather than armor. Evidently, he was

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The Black Recluse - 19 by Vvulf, literature

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The Black Recluse - 19

Chapter 19 The storm lingered for a week, but eventually loosened its grip on the mountainside. With warmer weather, the blanket, and a few more “meals” the creature improved some. It moved occasionally, even sitting up periods of time, but did little else to engage with its environment. Ivan considered talking several times before he actually worked up the desire. Despite everything, he really was quite pitiable. “So,” Ivan managed to say. “I thought drinking blood was supposed to make you feel better.” Alec, who was sitting in the corner with the blanket covering him up to his shoulders, raised his head. His gaze was empty of the hunger and passion that had existed there before. “It does.” “Does it? You look worse afterwards.” “It’s hard to explain. It helps my body for the most part, but it makes the hunger worse.” “That doesn’t make any sense,” Ivan said. “It is only because I do not have enough.”

The Black Recluse - 18 by Vvulf, literature

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The Black Recluse - 18

Chapter 18 Winter began to rip and claw at their open side of the mountain. Above, layer upon layer of late snow was building up, making it difficult to open the door to the cabin or keep the ice out of the animals’ water pails. Even below the air was crisp enough to make them sick. When Terek worked up the courage to talk to Isolde about it, mentioning that it might soon be impossible to get out of the cabin and that he wasn’t sure if the animals would survive the winter. Isolde, sitting much closer to the fire than usual with a book propped open in her lap, was more understanding than Terek anticipated. “How many animals are there?” she asked. “Five goats. Roughly a dozen chickens,” Terek said. “Bring them down to the stream until this storm passes. Make sure you have enough grain in here for them and for you.” “Inside—?” Terek turned and coughed into his arm. He sniffed. “Forgive me.” “Yes, inside. Are you the only

The Black Recluse - 17 by Vvulf, literature

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The Black Recluse - 17

Chapter 17 “Do you think there’s something wrong with it?” Ivan asked as Terek handed him his dinner. It had been several weeks since the witch had “freed” the creature. Long enough that between those weeks and the time they had spent in the main chamber, Ivan’s hair had grown back with a fury. It annoyed him to no end that he could not shave on a regular basis. Terek frowned, brushing a speck of ash off of his shirt. “What do you mean?” “Look at him. He hasn’t moved a whit.” The creature was laying on his side, his back facing them. Terek shrugged. “It’s still breathing.” “I can see that. But she brought in that blood, what, a few weeks ago? He hasn’t even twitched.” “So what?” “So, I think there’s something wrong with him.” “Have you tried talking to it?” “No,” Ivan admitted. Terek raised his eyebrows and sat down to eat. Ivan ground his teeth. He did

The Black Recluse - 16 by Vvulf, literature

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The Black Recluse - 16

Chapter 16 “If she was going to let you out, she would have done it by now, right?” Ivan asked. Alec was pouting in the corner still, even though it had been a couple of days. Ivan was trying to draw him out a little, but the creature could be incredibly stubborn. “What do you think she’s up to?” “She’s gone,” Terek said. He sat inside his cage, rubbing his leg. He had the key, like Alec used to, so it wasn’t a true cage. He darted an uneasy glance at the creature. “What?” Ivan gaped at him. Terek had been very tight-lipped since Alec died, but from his fearful looks, Ivan guessed this was caused by the creature and not anything Ivan had done. “What do you mean she left?” “She left a few days ago.” “Why didn’t you say anything?” Ivan said. “Why don’t you let us out?” “Because I am not insane. And I prefer not to die—or worse,” he said, frowning at Ivan. “Besides, she’ll be back anytime now.” “You don’t know

The Black Recluse - 15 by Vvulf, literature

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The Black Recluse - 15

Chapter 15 At first, the creature-that-was-Alec had seemed restless. He paced, he clawed, he yanked the bars. But as time wore on, his movements slowed. He still spent hours staring at Ivan and the others, but now he clutched his sides and his expression, rather than being arrogant, was wrinkled in pain. He spent most of his time wedged against the corner of his cell, his back facing the rest of them and his arms covering his face. Ivan could hear him panting, a faint moan occasionally surfacing. He might have pitied the beast, except that he had rolled over in his sleep last night. Ivan had awoken with the creature standing over him, just out of reach. He’s still a monster, he reminded himself. He’ll likely turn out just like the other one. Nevertheless, Ivan was relieved when Isolde came in with a familiar goblet. Alec must have smelt the blood for he uncurled himself and crawled to the door of his cage. Using the bars, he stood up—he was shaking.

Happy Endings (Flash Fiction) by Vvulf, literature

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Happy Endings (Flash Fiction)

*Content warning: mild and offensive language* Stacy grinned. She should have felt bad. After all, he’d lost a limb six months ago, his girlfriend a week ago, and now, in the moment of truth, he missed the ledge and plunged, epically, to his death. His cohorts mourned but had to continue on. Now leaderless, they bickered about how to escape. Drew stepped up next. He was the cool black kid with the sunglasses. Stacy knew he would not last long. A page later, Drew died—eaten by a zombie, which in fantasy terms was called a “nightwalker” or “undead.” Linda tried to save him, her one true love, but got infected, so the rest of the team had to put her down in her sleep. It was the only way to save the rest. Stacy smiled. It was a futile gesture, anyway. But, checking the clock, she saw it was almost 2:00 in the morning and she had to get up for work in a few hours. She sighed, rubbed her eyes. Closing her laptop, she patted the sticker. “See ya tomorrow

The Black Recluse - 1 by Vvulf, literature

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The Black Recluse - 1

Part I Chapter 1 Time. Relentless, grinding, Stripped much of my memories away. Given some memories anew. But I still remember that cottage. The beginning of the end. Dim light flashed through old shutters. It pulsed and flickered in time with the crack, thump-thump they made as the wind scraped and clawed at the walls, howling its frustration and sending a shudder through my soul. It was akin to the shudder the chill dug into my marrow. The shadows pressed on me, making me huddle as I pulled several layers of socks on in near darkness and stuffed my feet into over-large boots. After wrapping my face, I wriggled my hands into matching, too-large gloves. Better to grow into, I told myself. Opening the door created a whirlwind of light, soft ice, and noise. I stepped outside and tugged the door closed before the snow could carpet the small interior of the cottage and soak everything in a layer of bitter moisture. It was not easy for me to continue to the

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Shadow Watch - Jeremiah by Vvulf, literature

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Shadow Watch - Jeremiah

I beheld their faces and avoided casting my gaze upon the unseen. As I passed, their countenances changed. Shadows leaned close to them in conference, and though they did not hear the whispers, their lips pressed, their gazes darkened and their teeth shone through grimaces. I did not look directly at their shadows, but I could not avoid seeing them all the same. The years of my confinement, and the years of the siege, laid heavily upon me. Each step up to the palace was as a hundred. My body was faint from want. Beside me, a calloused hand took hold of my arm and hoisted me upwards at an unrelenting pace. Though I was not bound, I lacked the strength and moreover the will to run. My path lay before me in clairvoyance, spectral white mist upon the ground, and though I dread the place to which I journeyed, I dared not stray from that trail. The palace, glistening in fresh whitewash, opened its great doors to us like the maws of a terrible beast. The scarlet carpet long and taut like

Castle of Sand by Vvulf, literature

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Castle of Sand

Bending, I dug deep. Kneeling, I laid a foundation. Upon my face, I secured the cornerstone. The wall was built by the strength of my arm. The windows were crafted with skill. The roof was secured by my ingenuity. By the sweat of my brow I assembled my fortress I believed This shelter will protect me Provide me comfort Warm my food and my body Store my water to drink Give me rest I gathered much, but retained little I ate but remained hungry I drank with unquenchable thirst Though I built a fire, it did not warm me I stored wealth, but it rotted The sun shone and cracked the walls The wind passed, eroding my fortress The wave crashed and washed away the foundation Vanity of vanities, useless pursuit. I will build again, This time upon the rock.

Happy Endings (Flash Fiction) by Vvulf, literature

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Happy Endings (Flash Fiction)

Darkfrost by Vvulf, literature

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Darkfrost

Rain by Vvulf, literature

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Rain

There is no comfort in tears, when the rain washes blood off a swollen face. No comfort in screams, when all that can be heard is the sound of thunder and the looming patting of the countless water drops. There is no comfort in the presence of others, when everyone looks the other way. No comfort, this day, for the man lying bare in the street. Anywhere else, a man in his position might have stood out, but near the keep this man lay, under the iron shadow of justice. Few people walked those streets at that late time of night. Even fewer dared walk that close to the dungeons. It was said that in the night, the wind screamed for those voi

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The Black Recluse - 1 by Vvulf, literature

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The Black Recluse - 2 by Vvulf, literature

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The Black Recluse - 2

Chapter 2 What can be said of her? Knife in my heart, Kiss of my soul. Painful love. Passionate sorrow. I will never love another, The way I hated her. “Is he a soldier?” my master had asked. Kneeling with my face against the carpet I said that I did not know. “Was he armed? Did he have a sword? Did he have armor?” Master demanded, her voice barely restraining a yell. “I—I think he had a sword,” I said. In truth, I had paid very little attention to what he had with him. “There were some . . . metal links under his tunic.” “Foolish child! Did it not occur to you that he might be here to kill me?” My eyes widened and I dared to look up enough to see her feet. “Kill you, Master?” I gasped. She began to pace, her pale and graceful feet gliding across the floor in near silence. “Perhaps this can be salvaged. You must do everything I say.” Thus, I found myself, holding that tainted bottle in my hands, and watching the stranger

The Black Recluse - 3 by Vvulf, literature

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The Black Recluse - 3

Chapter 3 Nothing gave birth to me There are no phantom memories or screaming spectres of the past A slab of stone devours— discards a blood-stained void I gasped and sat up, clutching the bandage around my stomach. The stone altar beneath me. Rusted chains beside me. My vision blurred. Screaming—I couldn’t stop the screaming. My body shook, I told myself that it was just Ivan screaming. I was the only one upon the altar, and I made not a sound, but the dread of my impending violent death was upon me. Visions of long ago clouded my mind. I covered my ears to block the sounds of their dying. Stone painted red, blood spilling to the floor. I did not remember my parents. I did not remember them at all. I am sorry—I am so sorry! Whether I plead to those who birthed me or to my master, I did not know. I didn’t want to die. I didn’t want to watch them die. “What is wrong with you?” Master asked. Please, have mercy. The images in my head were too loud. I

The Black Recluse - 4 by Vvulf, literature

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The Black Recluse - 4

Chapter 4 Specks of distant fire Glitter on an ebony screen Pattern and portend Beckoning dreams Aesorai Smile. She had the most beautiful smile. Her hair was the color of ripe wheat, and her eyes were blue like a cloudless day. She laughed at something I said—or was it something I did?—then leaned down to kiss me on the forehead. I smiled back at her, and when she took my hand, I followed her joyfully. The forest was tall and foreboding but the light filtered down through the trees, making everything look so alive and free. It was some kind of game. “Where are we going?” I asked, laughing. “You’ll see. Come on, come on. There’s not much time left.” We were running now. Running away. The sun had darkened, and the brush had grown thick. “Run! Take him. Go! Don’t look back,” a man said. She was crying now, her hand tight around my own. “Go! I’ll try to stop it.” “We’re not leaving you,” she said. “You must. Please, you must!” Running again. I

The Black Recluse - 5 by Vvulf, literature

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The Black Recluse - 5

Chapter 5 I remember Burning flesh and twisted limbs Enduring the unbearable I remember fear In time, Master forgave me. It took a few days, but Terek started eating again as well, though I considered his aspect and still believed he was worse off than before. At least he did not starve. She was right about me as well. Suddenly, I had no desire to speak to her beyond what was necessary. Not much had changed in our relationship, but in my mind, I was more distant. I used to make up these conversations in my head. Things I would ask her. Things I might tell her. About the farm, about me. This I stopped. Now, my heart raced when she was near, and I hesitated before speaking—saying everything in as few words as possible. My bitterness did not last, but the fear remained. It was not long before Master informed me she was going to head to town. She told me one evening that she intended to leave that day. “Can I trust you to look after things while

The Black Recluse - 6 by Vvulf, literature

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The Black Recluse - 6

Part II Chapter 6 The sky bleeds Orange cut clouds, Pink tinted mountains. Her face hides behind the peak, Fingers of gold clawing Away the blue slate leaving black Scratched with speckled marks. I exhaled a breath which formed a cloud in the crisp spring air. The only clouds present were my own and those of the massive shaggy white dog beside me. The sky was clear except for the horizon. I shivered from the chill and slipped me feet deeper under the dog’s belly and hugged him closer. He did not mind. Years ago, I had named the dog Ashker, after the mountain on which we lived. The great white peak of the mountain stood mightily behind me, on the other side of the barn on which I leaned. Over the years, I shortened his name to “Ash.” He was still that great solid mountain in my view, but I also considered him like ash—a color that is almost white, but never quite meets the qualifications. Though I had brushed his thick white fur yesterday, it was caked and curled with mud

The Black Recluse - 7 by Vvulf, literature

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The Black Recluse - 7

Chapter 7 Victory Does not satisfy Rest Does not strengthen Hope Is an illusion “You is strange.” Terek leaned against the door to the stall and shook his head. It had been several months since I had first brought him to the barn. His condition had steadily improved over the summer to the point where he began to respond and speak. Despite Master’s assurance that Terek had once known how to speak the common tongue, it felt like I was teaching him from scratch. Now, with winter stalking the mountain once again, I had begun to keep Terek by my side, for I knew that no one could survive winter in idleness without a fire. Terek, for his part, did occasionally help me with the chores, but with his growing ability to articulate his thoughts came a flood of questions and complaints. “You are strange,” I corrected him, using a pitchfork to shovel old hay into a 'barrow. “But, why do you say that?” “You trap animals. Why?” He leaned his

The Black Recluse - 8 by Vvulf, literature

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The Black Recluse - 8

Chapter 8 Forever is over in a day Comes without warning Stalks the echo of your life Catches you unsuspecting Terek the son of Metar trotted after the trail. It was a young deer, and he was sure that its tracks were fresh. He made little sound, though the pine needles crunched beneath the thick pads of his feet. Around him the birds sang their songs; the trees danced to the drumming of the wind. Great pines surrounded him like the pillars of the earth. He was alert, for his prey and for hints of danger, but a smile tugged the edge of his lips and his feet were light upon the ground. This, his hundred years ceremony, was his chance to become a man. Alone, hunting, surviving for a month were the only real requirements. His parents and tribe would accept him from that alone, but it was not enough for recognition. He was the third son of the chief and his two older brothers had brought home the skin of a bear and of a wolf respectively. They were both fine hunters

The Black Recluse - 9 by Vvulf, literature

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The Black Recluse - 9

Chapter 9 Words like water Can heal or slaughter But when dry Hotter flames will rise I awoke feeling the softness of a pillow beneath my head and a thick carpet. It took me several minutes to work up the courage to move from this pleasant position—wherever it was. When curiosity won out, I pushed the bandage off my eyes. I was in the Master’s chamber. My back was against the foot of her bed, and I was covered with a warm, pleasant, comfortable blanket that made me wish I could spend the rest of my life in this moment. The darkened chamber consisted of the bed, a dresser, a mirror, and a portrait on the wall opposite. The portrait had been the object of my private curiosity for years now. It was of a young girl, who had light auburn hair, a thin delicate nose, brown eyes, and a sweet smile. While many of her features looked similar to Master, there was something in the face that age could not account for. In the dark, I squinted at where I knew the portrait to be

The Black Recluse - 10 by Vvulf, literature

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The Black Recluse - 10

Chapter 10 The day leading up to our departure was chaotic. I had never packed for an expedition before, so I had to inquire several times as to what all was needed. Not only that, but I had to prepare everything for use, including treating the boots and tent cover we were bringing and even cutting my hair. The bulk of what I would carry would be provisions for myself and a few bottles for her. When she woke, she helped me bundle and secure the tent above the pack. She seemed annoyed at my excitement, so I attempted to match her melancholy air and said not a word as we began our trek. We started at sundown, following a similar path through the forest as what I had so unwillingly taken last time, only instead of heading down the mountain, we went across it. Master carried a light pack, two daggers, and wore her traveling clothes. They were dark, tight fitted garments that hid every part of her skin. However, they allowed her the freedom of movement without

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Our Palest Star - Ch 1

Act I: Denial~A Life Undone~ Around midnight, Present age, 17 years of life, Season of Sun. Exhausted from a long day of bending over to tend the medicinal garden, I lay sprawled out on my back in my pale nightgown. A sliver of a moon casts its faint silvery glow through my cracked window, my alabaster skin luminous in its presence, holding exception for the near black tips of my fingers and toes. Head turned away as much as my curled horns allow, my golden eyes are lidded against the moonlight, thoughts tumbling through a sea of dreams. My smooth, tapered tail flops over the edge of the mattress, sheets kicked off in the summer heat. Long

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Our Palest Star - Prologue

Born a pale Tiefling girl to two human parents in a small town is bad enough. But born with magic abilities and unnaturally large stature was downright cruel. Before I was even able to walk the community shunned me, my alabaster skin, small horns, tail, darkened fingers and toes and featureless golden eyes marking me as "Other". As an infant, candles and lamps would flicker and change color, my cries would sometimes boom outwards far louder than should be possible and my cradle would rock itself with a low rumble. But my parents cared for me, never once did they see me as a monster, I was their darling Agie and a symbol of their love. Growin

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I Shall Not Want

The shallow water parted like the Red Sea around me. Father, you grasped my wrists, pride in your eyes. I was immersed in the nectar of holiness. The wellspring succored me, lifting to waiting arms. That day I felt wrapped in angels, virtuous. But eight year olds don’t fathom commitment. They aren’t told the choice between morality and sin is prejudiced. - White marble stands, a testimony to Heaven. Inside is a cottonmouth, unadulterated clothing, unmarked skin. Golden oxen hold this fount — their backs strain beneath the weight. Their stillness speaks volumes. - The revelation is a curse — my childbirth became painful, this womb seizing as I fell upon my knees. “Faith is like a little seed, if planted it will grow.” My soil is acrid, a pillar of salt. I have been touched by sin and lust, this temple blasphemed. How could you do this to me, Lord? - The untruths pour tentatively from chapped lips. My chastity is stolen by grace. Their palms are unaware. The deceit tastes

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A Beautiful Amalgamation 1: Establishment

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The Sky Child

Rain. Is clear. Is moist, is all perceiving, all absorbing. I am standing in the rain, rain is soaking me through, soaking every inch of my skin. In my shoes it is slushing. Between the toes. Mixing with the lint. Churning a past. I have a lot of lint. I didn't empty my socks this morning. There wasn't any time. Only time enough to throw them out and run into the rain. I wait for the thunder. It doesn't come. I wait longer. I might have even waited longer. Slowly I began to run. My shoes are pasted in the lint mortar. They are heavy on my feet. I try to run faster. It is not fast en

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The Winged Wolf

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Subtle Commentary

The way one falls from heaven is the way one falls from hell. The way one falls down stairways is the way one falls down wells. The way one intakes starlight is the way one intakes smells. The way one intakes chocolate is the way one intakes bells. It's all simple, really, just think of it as gel. A surface for creation, and moldable as hell (in exclamation), a palate to the whim, a jelly-like formation, be it she or him. The way one falls from heaven is the way one falls from hell. I'd take your cake and eat it– and I guess I might as well-- but it seems somehow you need it, so I'll let it drop to hell, for: The way

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Dryden Chapter 10, Draft 2

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Dryden Chapter 9, Draft 2

Chapter 9: Social Graces The mayor's house could very well have been a comfortable home for a hill giant for how tall all the rooms were. Following the mayor's butler into the mansion, the first room that greeted us had a fountain full of angels - not the cherubic sort, but the kind of seraphic warriors that you would expect to find in the service of the god of justice - and a marble staircase that must have been ten feet wide. Paintings of various historical and religious heros covered the walls of every hallway we were led through, and every now and then we passed by a generously sculpted bust of the mayors tha

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Born and raised in the Northwestern United States, I joined the military after high school and was privileged with the chance to travel Asia for several years. I have a bachelor's in English and have been writing actively for over a decade. I also currently work as a writing center tutor... so giving feedback on writing is my day job, but I also love to do it, especially for creative writing.

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Jan 4, 2021

Groups Closing

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Hello, It's been a while. First off, let me say, if you were a part of my groups, I am terribly sorry. When DA made the switch, it effectively ruined the literature search options. Now that they seem to have fully adapted, it still appears impossible to even filter out literature and a specific genre. Since my groups were genre based, since my interests are genre based, I really gave up on the site. I'm closing the groups down now, so they don't take up space. I'm also, probably, giving up almost entirely on this site. There's no way I could use this (even though the profile presentation is very nice compared to anything else out there) in a professional manner, knowing that 90% of this site appears to be an anime and fetish porn hub. Not being able to narrow a search exasperates the issue. But, I bear DA and especially all of you no ill-will. I wish you all the best. And if you're looking for a writing community, and especially peer feedback, CritiqueCircle.com is still alive

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Feb 11, 2020

Driving your Verbs

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There are a few things that most new writers may be oblivious to until they begin combing their works through thorough critique. One of the main hurdles is the tendency to have weak verbs. This is most commonly seen in filter verbs and adverbs. The Basics A verb is an action word, such as "jump," "write," or the various forms of "to be." Verbs are an essential piece to every complete sentence, yet they are oftentimes neglected. In narratives, verbs should be the driving force, the engine. Whenever possible, they should be the powerful enough to move the story along on their own. Adverbs Writing advice sources and critiquers love to attack adverbs and for good reason. If a verb is an engine, using an adverb is like that scene in Matilda where the father throws sawdust in the engine to fool people into thinking that it's a good car. Beware of the sawdust. An adverb is a word that modifies a verb. Generally, these are words that end in "ly," such as "quietly," "softly," or

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Feb 5, 2020

Grammattack: Common Comma Catastrophes. Part 1.

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As a writing consultant (aka tutor), I see a lot of misplaced and forgotten commas. These little guys play a vital role in clear writing. "Let's eat grandma" is drastically different than "Let's eat, Grandma," even though the words are the same. Here's the most common comma mishap and how to spot it: Coordinating Conjunctions and Commas Coordinating conjunctions are: and, but, or, nor, for, so, and yet. (Or, for you young'uns, "FANBOYS"). Most people know that sometimes conjunctions need a comma, while at other times they do not. "I went hiking and saw a cougar." "I went to the store, and someone hit me with a cart." Both sentences are correct, but what's the deal? Well, it has to do with independent and dependent clauses. Wait, hold on, don't run for the hills yet. It is actually quite simple. An independent clause is part of a sentence that could stand alone, while a dependent clause cannot. "Someone hit me with a cart" is a complete sentence, ergo an independent clause.

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NightLigt

Apr 18, 2020

Ah! You even faved my story!!! Thank you so much!

I hope you continue to enjoy the rest of the series.

Vvulf

Apr 18, 2020

Your first chapter was really good!

I totally bombarded you with grammar information/advice though... (Sorry)

I just got really excited... about... grammar things... when I saw what was happening with it and that it's actually a fairly easy fix. *pushes up invisible nerdy glasses*

NightLigt

Apr 18, 2020

Chapter 1? Really? Dang...I will check those out. I figured that one would be solid by now after like my 6th pass on it. lol.
*pushes up actually nerdy glasses*

DylanCArt

Mar 24, 2020

So what kind of Story's that you like to read ?

Vvulf

Apr 14, 2020

Fantasy, mostly. Yourself?

DylanCArt

Apr 14, 2020

I like Crossover Story's like this.

Sonic the hedgehog in Star wars

Optimus Prime in Halo

Spyro The Dragon in Legend of Zelda

Foxenlock

Dec 29, 2019

Many thanks for adding the first chapter of The Egg Thief to your favourites.