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Street CornerThere's a man out on the street corner, holding up a sign for the cars going by. The sign says, in bold, black letters, "REPENT, TRUST JESUS." Through the fog on the bus window, I see him there. He's bundled up from head to toe, bracing himself against the -9 temperature (-17 with the windchill).
I wonder if this is a test of his faith or of his sanity. I suppose if you're willing to stand out in the searing cold, offering up a message that most won't see and the rest will ignore, you must believe in something. Perhaps that is not the best use of one's dedication, but it is certainly proof for any god or passerby who might be watching.
FacepaintWhen I was volunteering for the summer fair, my assignment was facepainting. This tearful little boy was shoved into the chair by his mother, an angry-looking woman with more frown lines than I have ever seen on a relatively young person. I figured that the boy was crying due to boredom; the stress of waiting in that long lineup. However, it didn't take me long to realize the real reason: he didn't want his face painted. As he screamed and struggled, I looked to his mother, who only told me brusquely that her son WOULD have his face painted. I felt so bad for the kid. Brushing a little happy blue onto my hand, I showed him that it didn't hurt. He didn't care. When I encouraged him to choose a colour, he only cried louder, and I looked to his mother again.
"He's really struggling," I told her.
"Just do it," she replied.
I debated sending them on their way, untouched. After all, it was a fr
ToNaNo Hogwarts Part 30 ENDWriting words galore in this word war I check the score
Of my city, my best friends, and myself.
I can't believe how far we've reached
And how many goals we've breached
And now we're drifting like a continental shelf.
Because victory's distracting
And now we're overacting
In the coffee shops.
The deadline is advancing
And we got each other dancing
On table tops.
The month is ending and the jokes are obscene
We feel exhausted but we're high on caffeine
Here comes the manager. He closes my laptop screen.
We're getting kicked out of Starbucks
We're getting kicked to the curb
We're getting kicked right out of Starbucks
The other patrons are perturbed.
So pack up your lattes,
Your netbooks and Macs
Your trusty moleskine
And your sugary snacks
We're getting thrown out
And we're not allowed back
In Starbucks, Starbucks.
Crazy word goals and a crazy month passed
Good friends, good times, and the days went so fast
Snow on the ground, we're still having a blast
NaNoWriMo is totally aw
ToNaNo Hogwarts Part 28 and 29Part Twenty Eight: Attack of the Zombie Errols
Quirk ducked behind a pile of crates, clutching the machine gun like it was her last hope for survival. For dramatic purposes, I should say it was, but a good grenade would have done the trick as well. Meanwhile, the zombie Errols shuffled by outside the storage compartment's thin metal walls. A characteristically loud vocalization shook the storage compartment.
Quirk cast a sideways glance at Tabs, who was the only other survivor. Tabs nodded and raised her machete. She gestured towards the door, from which Quirk was quite certain that she heard the sound of staggering, sliding footsteps. The two inched up by the side of the door and waited for it to burst open.
The zombie Errol charged at the door, shaking it on its hinges but not quite breaking it. Quirk winced. The zombie Errol tried again. The door sh
ToNaNo Hogwarts Part 26 and 27Part Twenty Six: Another Chapter
Hello, everyone, and welcome to this chapter. Oh, wait, this chapter has been preempted by a Giant Tornado. See you in Chapter Twenty Seven.
Part Twenty Seven: A Spare Chapter Because I Am At Starbucks And Have Nothing Else To Do, Except Bother Other People Who Are Trying To Finish Their Novels, So I Figure I Should Do This Instead
As seagulls circled under the midday sun, a little raft bobbed somewhere in the middle of the South Pacific. Too far from civilization to tell which way was which, and too disenchanted to care how they got there in the first place, the few survivors waited in silence for salvation. Well, in relative silence. Quirk and Scott Hamel were singing. It was an odd sound, because Quirk did not know the lyrics and Scott Hamel's accent was still changing every couple of lines. You would think that that doesn't make the difference when you're singing, because m
ToNaNo Hogwarts Part 25Part Twenty Five: I Hope This Is Over Soon
Voldemort took off his mask. It was... dot, dot, dot...
Jocelyn! Who we haven't seen in a while on purpose. Because she was Voldemort.
"Jocelyn?" said A-Chels. "You were Voldemort the whole time?"
"Yes," said Jocelyn. "And I would have made it too, if it weren't for you meddling kids."
"But now that that's over with," said Professor Langley, "party in Hogsmeade!"
Confetti fell from the ceiling, because the Ghost of Debs was shredding some papers. Music began to play as Rumbleroar, Anne of Green Gables, and the Spanish Inquisition paraded through.
"Wait a minute!" Shouted Professor Vicks. "None of this story makes any sense whatsoever!"
She frantically searched through her various lists to see how any of this story could have made sense, and in doing so, broke the fourth wall. Seeing as the other walls had already been destroyed by giant spiders a
A Guide to Writing DialogueWhat is dialogue, exactly? The definition from Merriam-Webster’s dictionary was several lines long, so I shall summarize it in a short sentence for the sake of the readers; it’s the writing that illustrates conversations between two or more characters in a story. We read and hear it all around us, but creating it in your own work can be a challenge. However, if you find dialogue an obstacle in your writing, then don’t push the panic button. In this tutorial, you’ll find by analyzing what dialogue can do and how to use it, you can turn your greatest fear into your greatest ally in your story.
What dialogue is
Like I’ve asserted before, dialogue is basically what the characters are saying to each other. It can be found in multiple mediums such as books, movies, comics, video games, etc. We even engage in dialogue daily without even thinking. When you talk to your best friend, a co-worker, or even your dog, you create dialogue. It’s exchang
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