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Personal Quote: "Friendship don't last long some cherish it while it's still pure...
Odyssey Into 2012Everything was still, as if time itself had stopped, as she silently walk on the endless plain. There was no wind, no tension, and no voices. Just a little, her spirit dampened at the thought of being all alone, without contact and without relations.Odyssey Into 2012 by ~Gintty
She raised the crumpled calendar to eye level and narrowed her eyes. Maybe, she thought, if you stare hard enough something will appear.
"As if " she replied to herself.
Even with the feeling of loneliness and insecurity gulping her mentality, somehow, somewhere deep inside, she had this resolution.
"For whom am I doing this for? Who is Zephyr? Why is it me?"
She couldn't help but ask these questions that pinned itself to the walls of her heart and mind, even if no one answers.
Silently, she picks up her pace, walking and walking like a madmen. Her body seems to have a will of it's own as it guided her, like instinct, without a moment to spare. She could feel it in her bones and flesh, this tingly sensation coursing throughout her bod
Love is WarLove is WarLove is War by ~Gintty
BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
The sound of the battlefield. Throughout of what used to be a vast land of greenery, was now nothing but unattended graves. I took in the ugly view, fazed, yet steady. Everybody had a reason for being in the war, especially if you volunteered. Do you hope to gain pride, riches, or just for the safety of your family? As for me, I fight for revenge. I held tightly to the golden locket around my neck, reminiscing the memories of my precious person and how they were broken by the enemy. Taking in the air of rotten fresh and used gunpowder, I set out to the open field, aiming for a random enemy. In the battlefield there was no time to think, only instinct will keep you alive. The only sound that can be heard are either the soft thud of fallen bodies or the loud bang of guns. That did not stop me, I kept shooting like a madman on the run.
"Look out!" came a distant yell. I, however, did not pay heed
Help! I have a Mary Sue!Help! I have a Mary Sue! by `MissLunaRose
You know that you have a Mary Sue when she upsets the monochromatic color scheme of my Writer's Guides.
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Internet communities often lash out at writers who create Mary Sues. Declaring the writing to be below their standards, they proceed to punish the creators. They mock the characters, verbally abuse the writers, and write hyperbolically about how much they wish the characters would die.
Bullying writers (who may be very young) is only going to make them afraid to write—and therefore improve—or share their work. Not only that, but it discourages other writers from speaking for fear of public mockery, and it may silence the voices that could someday become great.
If you've directly or indirectly suffered from the abuse of such individuals, let me first apologize on their behalf. I don't care if your story stinks so much that it can be smelled from fifty miles away; mocking you for it is