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i really want to write a story about a girl/ boy who's boyfriend/ girlfriend/ wife/ husband dies, and someone falls in love with them, but they don't want to fall in love again, but i'm scared it'll be too cliche. tips?

[sunflower.]

@ abandoned ; ow, yay! thank you so much for accepting me. ^^,

EDIT ; Don't you think I use too many 'and's in my writing? I always struggle with that. -_-

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I have a character who is actually partnered with my boyfriend's character. But since my boyfriend doesn't role play much, I ended up just killing his off (actually, it's what that entire story "Nocturne #5 in F Sharp" is about). The poor kid is only 17, and I only ever play him so that his boyfriend died a few months prior to whenever the role play is, so he's never ready for a relationship. Unfortunately, all of the things I've placed him in have died off before getting very far, but I kind of want someone to be persistent in asking him out and/or trying to pressure him into a relationship with them.
I'm really mean to my characters.

Edit;; Sorry, I now realize I didn't actually give any tips about this. >.<

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@ Pie I read a bit from your "Burning Willow", and I like it so far, It sounds good. :)

[indebted]

Username: SilverFrost
Nickname: Silver, please!
Writing Preferences (Poet, Novelist, roleplayer...): Novelist and roleplayer.
Example (Can be anything; must be a good length):

Night furled around the world, wrapping its deadly black tendrils around every trace of life. The world darkened, and Luna pulled herself under the covers. The night’s mutated monsters were not one to be dealt with. She knew that night would finally give way to day at seven o’clock, but the two women were not constant. Although they always swapped places at seven, sometimes they were a little late. And though night always became day, this did not help her nightmares. It only worsened them, because what if one day Night reigned forever? What if Day got tired and retired forever, and they were left to fend off the horrifying monsters? The monsters were heard of only in nightmares and stories, but Luna was almost certain that they were real creatures, great horrible things with canines and tufts of fur on their sharp, pointy ears.
Luna was, in fact, a daughter of Night. Any other mother would be horrified that their daughter feared them so, but this always happened with Night. Her children always came around as well, so she didn’t need to worry. And she was the night anyways, so she really couldn’t blame her for being afraid. What had her confused, however, was her love of Day. Sickly bland Day, with her sappy smiles and golden sunshine. Her sky was always just plain blue, without a dab or speck of purple in it, and only when there were clouds in the sky was the sky worthy of being stared at. That sky of plain blue and nothing except the white fluffy clouds that the humans somehow loved. But even though they loved them, they almost always gloated over a cloudless sky, saying it was the best in the world. Humans were difficult to understand, with their crazy little minds. She was sort of human, but not really. She was still mortal though, however much the sky bent to her will and let itself be warped into black skies of purple clouds.

Her skies were blue, navy, purple—all different shades of cool colors. Sometimes they were even a pale magenta, and occasionally they’d be blood red. And Night had something more to offer! Pretty stars dappled her flanks, shining brighter than the sun on the ocean surface. Some were brighter than the other, turning the already beautiful navy blue sky into a flecked collage of flawless perfection. And the monsters that were roaming during the night, well, she didn’t want that to happen. The monsters just happened to like the dark and were attracted to the black of Night. So that wasn’t entirely her fault. And after all, she thought of the monsters as a sort of tourist attraction. Day just had golden sunshine, and she had monsters. Well, maybe the night would attract daredevils.

She had wrapped herself into these musing thoughts with such emphasis that she had not noticed the turning clock of time and its impatient ticking, nearing seven o’clock. Day watched her from the corner of her emerald green eyes, seemingly glancing at her warily as if she were committing a crime. That was not happening, but she was defying the laws of nature by staying for long than she should. So she rolled her eyes and flew down from her post in the lovely sky. With a humph Day took her place, and Night was struck with fury at how obnoxious and ridiculous Day was, acting like a seven year old though she was much older than her own children. Well, Luna was her last born, but even she didn’t act this way. Her other children were over twenty, and she liked to go with the majority. That was not to say that Luna was out of the ordinary, but Night had to face it: Luna was not like her other children. There was something strange about the girl of auburn hair like Day’s but amber eyes like her own. Like a mix of the two, to balance Night and Day out. It was a rather uneasy feeling, but Night brushed it away easily. It didn’t matter.

Luna shivered but opened her eyes once more, and was relieved to see glorious daylight had returned. She stretched towards the sky as her morning exercises. Getting dressed, she slipped on a blue fuzzy dress. It was one she had made herself to spite Night, to challenge that her own shades were really as great as she thought them to be. Luna was honestly horrified with a mix of awe and fear at what courage and reckless daring she had obtained when she was young. She was smarter now, though. She knew better than to anger the one person that could probably control the world if she wanted to. As a second thought, she tore the blue dress on and put on instead a purple one and a black headband embroidered with blood red roses. After her thoughts yesterday night, she felt it was better not to irritate her powerful mother. She was probably not the only person in the world who didn’t want Night to reign forever, and she would feel terribly guilty if they found out she was the cause of Night. She’d try and be a nice little daughter of the most powerful person on the planet today.

“Mother,” she called out hesitantly, addressing Night. “Mother, where are you?” She moved through the house with swift agility, inspecting each crook and nanny. It was almost like she expected Night to be hiding in a corner, crying. No, Night had taken form of a thin, smoky wisp of mist and hidden in the edge of the roof. Night wasn’t usually the secretive kind. If someone tried to hurt her, darkness answered. If someone shouted at her, she answered. So she had no reason to be afraid. But Luna was different—she couldn’t go up to her own daughter and shout, why are you different from the others? Why are you not like your sisters and brother? Why can’t you be normal? She was also special in a good way. Night liked the way her daughter could dart through the house. Her daughter didn’t even realize that part of her dress was being licked by mist and shadow. Surely this meant that Luna would follow in her footsteps. Night was getting a little old, after all. She couldn’t exactly fly in the sky forever.

“I am here,” she called out stiffly, gingerly moving herself from the edge and the rotting, crumbling wood of the roof. “We really need to get that fixed,” she grumbled, dusting off the wetness and some termites. Yes, one of two pillars holding up the world had termites in her house. Being night didn’t mean everything. Cereal proved to be a supplementary meal for breakfast, and it was with somnolent sleepiness that they carried out the task of munching on the soggy flakes. Ah, milk that turned green in the presence of cereal, even dry, boring whole grain cereal. What wonders the world was coming to. And cereal that melted into finely dusted powder upon contact with the milk that was so horrid and yet needed in cereal. Strange, weren’t the mortals? They created milk and then smacked it with cereal, realized cereal tasted horrible with milk, stopped eating cereal with milk, and then realized that milk was necessary for cereal to taste anywhere near good. She didn’t understand why they couldn’t just give up on cereal and have a truffle of crispy creme chocolate for breakfast. It certainly made Night happier, but perhaps humans were on the strange things they called diets. Night also didn’t understand why anyone would want to stop eating what tasted good and go off to munch on carrots and lettuce like a rabbit. No, she liked being Night, commander of the skies—at least until seven o’clock AM, and she’d take her normal meals over any lettuce and Romanian cabbage, thank you very much. She didn’t want to grow buckteeth and have ears as big as a tow truck, to have beady red eyes and thumping big legs.

“It’s time for you to learn your power,” Night announced with a firm attitude that warned Luna not to argue. Every young girl or boy found their power, something, Night felt, was caused by their existence, they meaning Night and Day. They were very magical beings, she and Day, and it seemed their presence affected all those that they shined over. Her daughters and sons all ended up with powerful ways to affect the planet with a flick of their wrists because of her constant presence beside them. This just fed her arrogance, thinking that she had caused all those powers. In a way, she was sort of making up for bringing into the world so many horrible monsters. Now children could protect themselves, especially those with sunlight at their fingertips. She didn’t like those children, though they could protect themselves from the monsters she had lured into Night’s attractive darkness. Whenever they used their powers during the night, it always meant a few less hours of controlling the realm for her. It wasn’t a desired effect, but she supposed that the monsters would at least hesitate a little before attacking anyone again. Maybe that was good, maybe that was bad. She had never wanted to delve into the thick, hazy world of philosophy. She’d leave that to Day, the meditating, calm one.

“Mother!” Luna cried, standing up and knocking her cereal over. “Mother, I’m much too young for finding my power, I won’t, I refuse—you can’t make me!” She stood there with a defiant look on her face, nose sticking up and arms crossed. “I’m only twelve, and all my sisters and brothers learned at, well, twelve. But they learned after their birthday! Way after their birthday! My birthday passed only a week ago! Or a month, I don’t really care, it hasn’t been a year. I’m not thirteen yet, why can’t I wait until I’m like twenty five? I might be ready for the responsibility then, I’d be more mature!” Luna was running out of options. She spoke at rapid speed, lips moving in a jumble of words and phrases. “Well, at least let me choose when I can find my power! My brothers and sisters got to choose, and I’m the youngest of the family! I’m like a baby. So why can’t I choose for myself? I mean, I’m just as old as they were when they chose to learn what their power was. I can take the responsibility, don’t you trust me, mother? If not, perhaps we could work on trust issues or something like that! The point is, I don’t want to learn my power yet!”

“That, my darling,” Night muttered, sweeping up the fallen cereal with a flash of her finger, “is precisely why I am choosing for you. First of all, they got to choose because they did not have such a roguish personality. Knowing you, Luna, you would say that you’d learn your power when you were fifty five. And, bound to my promises, I would wait until you were fifty-five. I can’t let that happen, as you know, and so I have chosen the time. Darling, you’re fifteen. Why don’t we keep track of the time? You aren’t twelve, three years have passed. I let you have more time than your siblings. You should be very thankful.” The girl’s stubborn attitude and personality made her believe the mortals needn’t live with powers, that they could survive without Day and Night. Luna couldn’t, naturally, she being Night’s daughter, but she thought others certainly could. What a cruel little daughter with intentions of boycotting her own mother. But there was another reason as well. Young Luna, perhaps four or five, had witnessed a heart wrenching scene as a child. She had thought it just a nightmare, but the young girl in her dreams had died like she knew it in her dreams, and it seemed Luna could predict the future, one of few seers across the planet. It was a rare gift , but when one had it the symptoms were clear: those clear, glazed eyes that seemed to snap back into focus after you shook them, those sudden lines of gibberish that they muttered under their breath. Luna was a seer, and Luna had always wanted to be a nobody. That didn’t work for Luna, poor little Luna.

The cereal and milk oozing on the floor was forgotten as the duo hastened their pace to run outside. A brilliant shining sun was beating down on their skin, and though the heat was like a flame dancing on their shoulders, it too was forgotten as the two clasped hands. Night looked into Luna’s eyes, and for a second the powerful woman phased into one of her monsters, then a thousand needles, and a cliff that Luna stood upon. But in a moment Luna’s greatest fears were gone, and Night was back to herself again. Her eyes struggled to stay closed as a sudden burst of power and energy was ignited within her. She spoke with the soft, deadly voice of a monster, talking in a foreign tongue that no one knew yet everyone understood. “Her power,” the spirit within her chanted with a submissive notion to Night, “is for her to be a seer forever more, to predict the future and sculpt the world. This is her destiny and it cannot be ignored.” Then Night’s eyes stopped glowing as purple as the night she conjured and collapsed onto the floor. “My daughter,” Night whispered, her voice hoarse and raw, “you will be a very special seer indeed. You must leave for the Temple at once. The seers there will educate you on how to see the future with your own eyes and they will teach you to be a guardian of everything close to you.”

“Not the Temple,” Luna whimpered. “Mother, you can’t send me there! The nuns there, they don’t believe in having fun, they’re just old people who wish to save the planet. But I’m not! I’m young, aren’t I? I can’t go to the Temple, not if you want me to have any soul or spirit by the time they finish teaching me. Do you truly believe having a seer as a daughter can benefit you? By the time I may leave the temple, I will be dead. They do not allow anyone to leave until they die, and even then their spirit must forever haunt the Temple, never leaving its post in loyal faithfulness. But will I ever be faithful and loyal to them? No! And by the time they finish teaching me, I will not remember you, mother. I will have no recollection of times past. So you can’t take me there, you simply can’t!” Luna’s breath became quick and short, coming out in brief puffs of air as tears swam down her face to join their friends on the ground’s grubby texture. She was panting like a dog now, and that certainly wouldn’t do for a supposedly elegant daughter of Night. No, it was better to have a daughter as a Seer than to have a daughter anywhere else. She hoped that her daughter might have a faint memory of who she was when it came down to Seers against Night.

“Pack your bags,” she snapped sharply, her eyes flashing in anger at Luna’s defiance. “No,” she answered calmly to Luna’s still open mouth. “I don’t want any more questions and that’s it. No buts, just pack your bags and get ready to be transported to the Temple at once.” With a flick of her finger the cereal and milk splashed up into the air in some kind of fountain, landing in the trash can will a horrid sounding squelch. She was there every step of the process scrutinizing everything Luna packed into her pathetically small backpack. “Not that dress,” she demanded, ripping the sky blue dress out of Luna’s hands as she smuggled it into her pack. “What kind of impression do you want to make on the Seers!” A bad one, Luna hissed to herself. So they kick me back here and I don’t have to spend the rest of my life predicting unreal apocalypses. “Not that one either,” Night declared. “That dress is so ugly. We don’t want them to think you’re some kind of little servant either.” Insulted, Luna hung the dress back up on its own personal hanger and took down the next dress. “This one looks nice,” Night noted, tearing the dress from its hanger with a great amount of brute force. “Pack it.” The order was short and simple but not something Luna wanted to understand.

“Mother, this is the ugliest dress I have.” Floral patterns were crossed with polka dots and flowers dotted the neckline. “I got it from Aunt Day as a birthday present!” The ugly truth of Day and Night—sisters, united by blood. Although the had something to blame their rivalry on—sibling rivalry—it also meant mother would never allow them to wage war against each other or anything. In fact, they were forced to take turns like a toddler! How horrifyingly embarrassing. Couldn’t they, like, rebel against their mother? But they weren’t children anymore, and they were supposed to be reliable, trustworthy adults who solved things like this without little skirmishes or fights, but with a calm resolving of the problem and a simple solution that granted peace across all nations. But no, that still wasn’t enough for Mother. Mother had to go and create powers and monsters and complicated things like that.

Links to stories / roleplays: I have way too many roleplays and stories. If I really like one, though I might put it here.
Other: I hope that counts as advanced! Sometimes I'd rather go for quantity than quality. It annoys me.

[belle noire]

-Username:
--koi fish.

-Nickname:
--koi, fish, fishy, koif, ko, anything really.

-Writing Preferences:
--novelist & roleplayer.

-Example:
--roleplay.

{ || LUCAS CASTELLAN || COORDINATOR || PEWTER CITY || }

|Demix ♂|
|Circe ♀|
|Zero ♂|
|Ace ♂|

{As the white haired female raised both her eyebrows, Luke couldn't help but chuckle. Obviously he'd caught her off-guard with the 'sweetcheeks' comment, and he didn't think that happened to the chick very often. He watched as she seemed to mentally shake herself to get wayward thoughts back on track. The hip-cock to the side was quite interesting, causing L's own eyebrows to arch up ever so slightly. "Interesting name. Me? Why-" At this point in time the girl stopped to jerk a thumb towards herself, a cocky smirk flitting across her some-what childish features. " I'm Cloud Strife. Hard core rocker and one of Sinnoh's top coordinator, at your service." Luke nodded politely, though he was laughing up a storm in his mind. This little girl was the Cloud Strife he'd heard so much about? Sure, he'd seen her on T.V. though he hadn't put the pieces together upon their impromptu encounter. Yet somehow, he'd expected her to be a bit... more? Still, Cloud's spunky attitude and rock-star performances were the real deal. The tiny girl was one of Sinnoh's top five Ultra Rank Coordinators, right by himself and some other people he couldn't remember at the moment. From what he'd heard, the girl was not someone you wanted to mess with, no matter her... less... than imposing size.

The mans eyes flicked to the side as a puff of steam rose into the air, coming from the girls Garchomp. The answering growl was non other than Demix, smoke curling from the hounds open mouth. As the giant dragon Pokemon further antagonized him, Demix couldn't help the tensing that flitted through his already coiled muscles. Come on little salamander. Let's see what ya's got. And when the big buffoon cackled at him and drew forward, the black dog couldn't help but turn his head slightly, the bones in his neck cracking through the silence like shots from a gun.

As Cloud moved, seeming to be about to turn to her Pokemon, a loud shriek broke through the air. EVERYONE RUN! This screeching sound, like a Skitty's nails on a chalkboard, effectively snapped Demix's head up and around even as Cloud herself whirled this way and that, jostling the Pikachu that perched precariously upon the white-haired trainers shoulder. Luke however, sighed, gilded green-gold eyes rolling in his sockets. What more could happen in one day? Of course, this inwardly posed question was soon answered as some object hurtled into the dragon Pokemon's leg, causing the overgrown lizard to stumble back from the force. As the beast looked down with beady eyes, it was obvious that it didn't like what it saw. And if the look in the Garchomp's eyes wasn't enough, he literally roared in outrage.

Luke winced, looking back to Cloud as though maybe she could control her Pokemon before the beast ripped into the terrified Crainiodos at its legs. Ah, and that would be a no. For Cloud's own attention had snapped to what must be the frightened Pokemon's owner. Lucas watched as the tiny girls breathing hitched, not even the poking her little mouse friend did on her cheek could snap her out of whatever she was in. Of course, L could only ponder this briefly before said mouse was thrust into his chest, leaving him no choice but to catch the small Pokemon as Cloud muttered, "Here. Hold this." before walking away without another word.

Lucas watched in awe as Cloud slowly pulled out what could be nothing but a guitar, spacing her legs apart for what must have been balance as she hefted the instrument behind her. He couldn't help but notice the snarl that plastered itself to her face, erasing the "sweetcheeks" nickname from the green-haired man's mind. This side of the girl was anything but "sweet". Then, kicking up dust and screaming like a banshee, Cloud smashed the instrument over another trainers head, effectively causing Luke's mouth to open in surprise. Dang, but the girl was seriously pissed off.

When Corbin, whose name he'd heard as Cloud screamed it to the world, laid in a heap at the other coordinator's feet, Luke couldn't help but wonder as to why exactly Cloud had attacked. And so viciously at that. Then again.. Maybe it would be best not to know, having her talk about it might work the girl up again. Luke, for one, didn't want to be on the receiving end of Clouds go-to punishment. Chuckling, he looked down at the Pikachu he still held in his arms, his small laugh fading through the air as he looked back to Corbin, a frown passing over his face. Holding the Pokemon arms-length before him, he smirked ever so slightly. "Well, ain't she something?" He said, shaking his head at Demix's instant reply of, You got that right, boss.

-Links to stories / roleplays:
--unknown - a novel i'm working on

-Other:
--don't think so.

[princess pudding]

What'd I miss?

By the way, I'm asking for those who haven't already joined but are in the Semi-Lit+ club to add so in their forms.
It's up on the front. So, if I don't accept you before Sunday but you’re in the club, just let me know.
I may have not recognized you or I'm just having a blonde moment. >.<

>> I am following through with an acceptance post today, just because I'd hate to keep anyone waiting.

The following members have been accepted:

koi fish
ƧιℓʌɛяҒяσƨт

If you have not been accepted, please do not post. Try practicing your writing and apply again.
There is always room for improvement! If you have any questions, feel free to contact me.

[indebted]

{{Thank you, Cider! Is it okay if I call you that? Could anyone critique the sample I wrote above? I feel it's too...cliche-y. Like Harry Potter or something.

[abandoned.]

-pokes cider with stick- now go read mah story c;

@koi fish and silverfrost: welcome x)

[princess pudding]

@ƧιℓʌɛяҒяσƨт Of course ^^ Honestly, I didn’t see much of a similarity, but that’s just me.
I have a few pointers on critique, but that’s up to you whether you want it. x3

@pie ah, okay. See? I would have forgotten!

>> I seriously want to kill my signature. Anyone else notice me constantly changing the colors? xD