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How to Write a Fan FictionHow to Write an Excellent Fan Fiction
Here is a condensed, easily-accessible guide to writing a compelling and popular Fanfic!
Hopefully, this will help to redefine the ten basic "rules" and allow more excellent stories to emerge and satiate the growing need in the Community.
So, let us begin:
1. Know How to Write a Story
It may sound basic, but most stories lack the underlying structure on which a tale is based upon. Without this mold most stories will fail spectacularly, quickly losing readers to boredom or confusion, the writer's worst enemies.
All good stories have six essential parts:
This is the beginning of the work, usually it introduces the characters (although names aren't a requirement) and the general theme and tone for the story. It can last for anything from a paragraph
Prismatic"The sky is gray, and so are
the cities and the streets.
These people are gray
as well, and all they see and
all they are is gray, gray, gray."
He muttered this and more to himself
while picking his fingernails,
but I was listening
on the curb with him.
Listening to the tectonic
engine rumbles; and the
heat shimmering off the six-lane road
like melted glass.
He spoke my language but that
didn't make it
any easier to understand.
When I lifted my head from
the sidewalk, there were young couples
painting the town red. There were
vandal artists in rainbow packs
marking in blue and yellow
as an alcoholic throws back her hair
and vomits colors into the stonework.
Something similar to sunlight
flashes green. Smoke exhales from the
back of a semi-truck that choked
both our eyes and was (admittedly)
NudismI was one of those deaf-mutes,
a shy flame,
a candle left on a park bench
lit and melting
drops of wax between
the wooden seams.
White water from a stone fountain
slides past shooting-star coins
leaving little bubbles in the grooves.
A child bites her mother on the grass,
and I thought she'd bleed caramel
and I thought about animals
(wishing on a drowned out star).
I'm forming quiet,
oil-scented puddles on the ground;
this fountain holds a shimmering
metallic cover beneath the water.
Natural art museum,
a shy flame getting pinched
by licked fingers,
smothered in conversation.
Haikus are Too ShortHaikus are too short,
To be at all worth clicking,
So I'll write some more.
These words are filler,
So I don't feel truly bad,
For writing briefly.
I write re Haikus
In a Haiku, how clever!
I'm showing off now.
Haiku Collection - Love and FriendshipA million miles
Is a distance I’d traverse
Just to hold your hand.
Your eyes sparkle like
Stars in the sky and glow like
Beacons in the night.
The world bears danger
That breathes down our brittle necks,
So I’ll be your shield.
Your love is worth more
Than any jeweler’s gem
And any noble’s gold.
Money can’t buy love;
Its influence falls short of
Relations don’t come
From trees; they’re born as saplings
You must watch and grow.
Don’t measure friendships; rather
By bonds formed within.
Honesty and commitment
Bridge true connections.
Do not blindly fish
For friendship, just cast your lure
And reel in what bites.
We are blessed and scarredWe are blessed and scarred by love in equal measure.
Anointed with his numbing oil, wounded with her rose,
We are the architects of sunburned, trampling feet
And reapers of the hands that till the living field.
We who have loved, and lost; and loved, and lost again
Are burning in the sacred world, consumed with love
That turns in no particular direction
And scours even the dancing shadows from our eyes.
The smallest deaths once promised union with the world,
But now we see (though blinded with that aching light)
That Love desires only the things he lacks, and they
Who think themselves in love, with love returned, are not.
As swinging bells sing out the clearest sound,
So only love that's lost is truly found.
Metal HorseThe metal horse rocked back and forth,
Stretching vibrant lips across our faces.
I can still hear our laughter
Ricochet off my mother's camera lens.
My eyes are closed and my arms wrap around you,
My cousin, my sister, my best friend.
Our wild hair glows in the sunlight, captured in this moment,
On a ride that seemed to never end,
Until our pockets emptied and all our coins were lost.
Our lips cracked with age and our eyes opened to see the smiles leave our mouths.
You forgot about that day as you were swallowed by the world.
It spit you out, then took me in.
Now for each new child, another coin.
The metal horse still rocks and jolts, the cycle unbroken.
Missing PartnerMy button up's pearl snaps are all unsnapped.
The dance floor ice jets freeze sweat on my skin,
while his body heat presses from behind
and bass thumps too loud to tell if his chest
holds a different beat.
If he were alive,
his hands would find their way to my hips, slip
underneath my draping shirt. Flirting hands
dancing a last dance: a goodbye tango.
How darkness and noise can call up phantoms;
the slightest brush of air, or heat, or cloth
can stop movement of hips, of beat, of mind,
crystallize one void, brackish memory
I thought I had forgotten until now.