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Black Girl and the City
I’ve decided to try documenting the incredibly ridiculous dating scene of Boston. From a girl who is new to the dating scene and loves it. A poorly written adaption of Sex and the City, from the black girl perspective. Blog post #1
https://thecollegecurly.wordpress.com
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literarytheories · 9 years
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Hi! Can you give me a first sentence and your advice? The protagonist is Ienil Heagreaver, the fourth prince of ?. He is an aspiring mage while his brothers are trained for the future throne. When Ienil's dad gets sick, his brother Allistair gets crowned. They having this royal party on the castle and get attacked and Allistair is found dead. I don't know how to continue. Maybe close the castle gates until they found the assassin? (I think that's a bit cliché) or what? Please help!
I can’t answer this, really, except to say that you have an idea where you want to end up. You know the ending or maybe you know a major even that happens later in the story. Whatever it is, moves towards that. What would make the story move in that direction.
Whatever details or practical story elements you are focused on right now that’s holding you up, forget about them. Just write. Skip the transition if you have to, just write the next part. Write the ending. Write what you already decided, then go back and fill in the blanks the best way you can.
BTW I love what you have so far. Sounds interesting.
Hope that helps! Good luck!
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literarytheories · 9 years
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Common Redpoll 
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While time is fleeting, we stay still.
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literarytheories · 9 years
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Every mistake is–eventually–worth it.
SIX WORDS (9/19/15)
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We slept last night as lovers, but departed in the morning as friends.
LT
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Believe there is kindness in everyone. But expect no one to be kind.
Sophia Carey (via wnq-writers)
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I’m a daydreamer and a night thinker.
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Beckoning Seas I
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literarytheories · 9 years
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A tide controlled by the full moon represents the fluidity of love. Comes, goes, fast, slow. Each time retreating back into the ocean, each time taking pieces of the shore, a piece of my heart.
LT
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Momentary Bliss.
“If i could explain it, happiness occurs in phases, only brought upon by the ones we love, the things we love, and by loving ourselves.Only when it is replaced do we realize it's value. Happiness. Temporary, precious, and undefinable in it’s momentary bliss.”- LT
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“WHO woRE it red-er”
Mother says only whores wear red, 
That’s why I spread the stick. 
The color stunningly burns in bright flame 
And shines like, 
The polish on my nails. 
Creamy texture exposes winter cracked skin. 
I glide it on my upper lip, tracing the light shape, 
Carefully. 
I’m a child drawing within the lines. 
Red lips against my honey brown skin make me feel
Pretty, 
Mature, 
Rare. 
When words leave my mouth I sound
Intriguing, 
Magical, 
Mysterious.
Mother says only whores wear red. 
I wipe the red off my lips, 
And taint my cheeks in soft blush. 
I am not a whore. 
-LT
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literarytheories · 9 years
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I was so caught up in admiring your beauty that I forgot to admire my own.
adventures-of-harriet (via wnq-writers)
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