petme wrote:

so im writing a horror ( fantasy ) about killer wolves who turn human in a universe that you can kill someone they will come back to life ( not as a zombie ) but something close and you have to “ re-kill ” them (any suggestions? )

I like that idea! What exactly do you need help on?

petme wrote:

so im writing a horror ( fantasy ) about killer wolves who turn human in a universe that you can kill someone they will come back to life ( not as a zombie ) but something close and you have to “ re-kill ” them (any suggestions? )

Suggestions on? How to kill them?

hey, ty for these tips! they're really useful. one thing i'd like to ask you is that if we're trying to hint at a romantic relationship but not explicitly show it, do you have any tips on that?

-secretsonq wrote:

hey, ty for these tips! they're really useful. one thing i'd like to ask you is that if we're trying to hint at a romantic relationship but not explicitly show it, do you have any tips on that?

A lot of that is based on the words and actions of the character. Do they act differently around each other? Does one continuously flint but in a joking manner? Does one blush frequently with them? Do they meet together outside their friend group for no reason? Small things that seem like nothing but when everything adds up…

**Casually bumps topic**

So, I have inspiration thank goodnesssss to write a book that i've had the idea of for a while.
I'm wrestling with the idea that it may not be the most creative style of writing…

If any of you have read the original “The Princess Bride” book, it's similar storytelling.
The idea is, is that a friend of the “writer” asks for her to edit her research she's done. She goes through a field journal, adding stories her and there, and shortening “long and boring descriptions”.

What do you think? Are they different enough that it would be considered “creative”, or should I steer away from it?

PrincessFlowerTV wrote:

**Casually bumps topic**

So, I have inspiration thank goodnesssss to write a book that i've had the idea of for a while.
I'm wrestling with the idea that it may not be the most creative style of writing…

If any of you have read the original “The Princess Bride” book, it's similar storytelling.
The idea is, is that a friend of the “writer” asks for her to edit her research she's done. She goes through a field journal, adding stories her and there, and shortening “long and boring descriptions”.

What do you think? Are they different enough that it would be considered “creative”, or should I steer away from it?

Hm well, I actually have read the original book (I found it a tad on the dry side though as I've seen the movie more times than years I've been alive and had high expectations). I don't really think it would be considered a copy of it. I think I've seen other, smaller examples of it. It sounds original on its own. Really, it'll mainly come down to how you write it. As long as it's in your own style and a different research topic than something similar to The Princess Bride, then I think you'll be fine.

I had to double-check the notification lol it's been so long

The-Book-Worm wrote:

-snip-
Hm well, I actually have read the original book (I found it a tad on the dry side though as I've seen the movie more times than years I've been alive and had high expectations). I don't really think it would be considered a copy of it. I think I've seen other, smaller examples of it. It sounds original on its own. Really, it'll mainly come down to how you write it. As long as it's in your own style and a different research topic than something similar to The Princess Bride, then I think you'll be fine.

I had to double-check the notification lol it's been so long

lol, I know

Okay, that's what i figured, just wanted to make sure. I figure it isn't that abstract of a writing style that I would be “copying” it, but i'll make sure it's different.

So, I want to put this. Please give me feedback.

The Willow’s Grove

Hello.

The breeze wisps by.

I’ve been watching your people for some time now.

Leaves rustle.

I entrust you with our story.

The sun breaks the horizon.

This story has passed through families of all kinds.

A fox trots out from the undergrowth.

I now give it to you.

It stares at you for one long moment.

It is a tale of sadness and of rebirth.

The fox settles down beside you and joins you for the story.

Make sure to never let this happen again.

It starts long ago, when the Earth was still covered by humans. A boy was
walking through the woods, marveling at its splendor. The boy loved the woods. He loved their serenity and he loved how there were trees stretching as far as the eye could see. That day he found a beautiful grove on top of a small hill. That grove became his spot. He’d go there each day to play. He would run around the hill all day trying to catch rabbits and deer.

His father loved the forest too, but not for the same reasons. He saw the forest
as a resource for his logging company. They already took out many forests, only replanting an eighth of what was there each time. When his son found out his dad’s plans to take down his forest he was mortified. He ran up and down the hills trying to warn the animals. Most had seen him before and ran away from the once peaceable carefree boy.

When the fateful day arrived the boy ran ahead of the loggers to try to save his
grove. The loggers cleared huge swaths of forest leaving only a few really young trees that would make bad wood. They found the dad’s son in a grove of trees that was on the top of the hill. His dad came out to ask him to let them do their job. The boy just looked up at his dad and refused. Now, his dad couldn’t just hurt him with the tree cutters. So, he left his son that grove.

What was once a forest became a barren place. Not a single green speck for
miles, except for the grove. The grove almost died in the endless brown fields, but the boy watered each plant there almost every day. When the seeds dropped he planted them at the edge of the grove to try and slowly bring back the forest. He rerouted the old river to pass right around the bottom of the hill. Slowly trees and other plants sprouted up and started taking back the land.

Several years later there was a large cluster of plants surrounding the grove. The
river went from being a creek back to a river.

The boy soon became a man.

His kids then helped him. The forest was coming back. Plant by plant. Tree by
tree.

Later, he grew old and he told his kids his one wish, to plant a weeping willow in
the center of his grove in memorial to all the trees that died. After he died they did as he asked.

Several years later, mankind finally came to learn that they were creating the
disastrous effects on the world.

They discovered how to learn from their mistakes.

They tried to heal the world. Huge nature sanctuaries were formed. People
turned to the sun, wind, and water for energy. The world started to heal.

The grove of trees around the willow whispered this story of rebirth. It went far
and wide. Many young plants learned the story from their older cousins.

Why do you tell the human this, grandfather?

Mankind seems to want to “take back” the land given to wildlife. We chose this
person to make sure it will never happen again. I’ll be leaving soon and I must leave the world in good hands.

Why must you leave, grandfather?

I am at my limits, old friend. I am very old and sense my friends from the grove
beckoning me towards the ground, to be absorbed by nature, to be at peace. And the story has been told. You have a life ahead of you, Fox, live it well.

“What is your name, grandfather?” you ask.

My name, you ask? I thought you’d have guessed it by now.

Why, my name is Willow.

TheBlackFox012 wrote:

-snip-

Nice job! I really like the unique way this was written; not a lot of people write in 2nd person. I like how you made a distinction with the italics, reading it almost felt like I was reading poetry.

Thanks!

PrincessFlowerTV wrote:

TheBlackFox012 wrote:

-snip-

Nice job! I really like the unique way this was written; not a lot of people write in 2nd person. I like how you made a distinction with the italics, reading it almost felt like I was reading poetry.

Thanks! Your feedback means a lot to me!

Wow, cool! I love to write, and have a long experience. My favorite prompts are usually fantasy and child friendly romance ♡

diamondsarts wrote:

Wow, cool! I love to write, and have a long experience. My favorite prompts are usually fantasy and child friendly romance ♡

Thx! Ok!

You're overthinking it. Writing is your own interpretation of the world. There is no right or wrong way to create such a true magnificent art.

just a thought, what is 4th person view?

Super_Scratch_Bros20 wrote:

You're overthinking it. Writing is your own interpretation of the world. There is no right or wrong way to create such a true magnificent art.

who's overthinking what
i agree to a point, but
what

Super_Scratch_Bros20 wrote:

You're overthinking it. Writing is your own interpretation of the world. There is no right or wrong way to create such a true magnificent art.

Well…………………….

Yes, but……………………………………..

That doesn't mean it can't be improved upon!

Seam49 wrote:

just a thought, what is 4th person view?

Hm does it exist? I don't think so

cheese-duck wrote:

Super_Scratch_Bros20 wrote:

You're overthinking it. Writing is your own interpretation of the world. There is no right or wrong way to create such a true magnificent art.

who's overthinking what
i agree to a point, but
what

What do you mean “what”? What are you “what”-ing about with your “what”? What?

PrincessFlowerTV wrote:

Super_Scratch_Bros20 wrote:

You're overthinking it. Writing is your own interpretation of the world. There is no right or wrong way to create such a true magnificent art.

Well…………………….

Yes, but……………………………………..

That doesn't mean it can't be improved upon!

I don't know; it may just be me. I was born with a gift of writing and literary skills, so I find myself arrogantly looking down on this stuff. It's actually quite a shame of me…

Super_Scratch_Bros20 wrote:

cheese-duck wrote:

Super_Scratch_Bros20 wrote:

You're overthinking it. Writing is your own interpretation of the world. There is no right or wrong way to create such a true magnificent art.

who's overthinking what
i agree to a point, but
what

What do you mean “what”? What are you “what”-ing about with your “what”? What?

PrincessFlowerTV wrote:

Super_Scratch_Bros20 wrote:

You're overthinking it. Writing is your own interpretation of the world. There is no right or wrong way to create such a true magnificent art.

Well…………………….

Yes, but……………………………………..

That doesn't mean it can't be improved upon!

I don't know; it may just be me. I was born with a gift of writing and literary skills, so I find myself arrogantly looking down on this stuff. It's actually quite a shame of me…

well not all of us are uhh
born with a natural gift?
you did come across a bit arrogant, but that's ok, you're not rude or anything B^)
we're just here to help each other out with writing, because though it's subjective, as princessflower said, there's room for improvement.

An Estimated 2-3 Full Paragraphs, could anyone give me tips on how to improve this?:

Chapter 1 PGs 29 and 30
“I told you, Mapletail! He'd be frightened of your fighting
stories!” She then scoffed, “Suprised you aren't a pile of fur
yet.” Mapletail nudged her, “Aw, Lacepaw. You aren't really
mad at me.” She grinned and Lacepaw narrowed her eyes.

“If you find a painful thorn in your nest one day, that'll be
your fault.” She walked away towards a brown she-cat
boredly looking at her paws. Treekit grinned at Ghostkit as he saw her approach,
and then looked back up at the rock.

“Today, three kits have reached 6 moons. Before we
continue, let's take a moment for both these kit's parents,
and silence for Gorseheart, the assumed kit's father, and a
murder victim.” Ghostkit whispered quietly, “Who is
Gorseheart?”

Treekit shrugged and both winced as the got a sharp cuff
immediately. “Quiet!” Mapletail hissed, visibly shaken.
She seemed to recognize the name with fear. Ghostkit tilted
her head in confusion and nearly asked, but the she-cat's
bared teeth quickly made her turn around.


Chapter 3: PG 18
She flicked an ear at a line of large rocks. “This is our
border with DawnClan. Since we used to be a part of their
Clan, they constantly try to retake the land.”

“That's pretty much everything. Look around if you like or
go back to camp.” She bunched her muscles and started to
run back.

Ghostpaw felt concerned but Treepaw exclaimed, “Wow,
wasn't that amazing!” She shuffled her paws. “Sure….” His
ear fell down in curiosity. “Did you not like her?”

Ghostpaw clicked her teeth once. “She seemed to have no
respect for other cats. She literally told us that we could
climb a cliff and if we die it's our fault!”


Ch 6 PG 8:
Ghostpaw opened her eyes to be in the same dark forest,
seeing Scarsplash lounging on a rock. “Well, you ready
for task number 1?” she purred.

Ghostpaw sighed, “Where have you been?” Scarsplash
laughed, “Oh, you missed me? Don't make me blush.”
The apprentice huffed, “Scarsplash, what's the favor?
Your rambling.”

“Am I?” She giggled, “First favor.” Scarsplash lept off the
tree and rested her tail on her shoulder, and Ghostpaw
gently slid out of her reach. Scarsplash ignored it and
sat at the base of a river.