take up the penin Week 3, which will be announced tomorrow, 27th March.
The 100 Word Story Contest is designed to stretch your imagination and indulge your vocabulary. How evocative can you be? How can you awaken the senses?
The 50 word contest for new Steemians is currently in its fourth week and we have seen some amazing entries, If you want to know more about this amazing contest and how to participate, you can click HERE
So as you all know writing a story in fifty words can be very challenging and requires clever use of words to pass your message across, so the fifty word story organiser @ogochukwu is going to be sharing some sensory words that can make your writing better and allows you to give more details with the limited number of words you have.
I shared the first three installment of sensory words last week, you can read it HERE , [HERE](https://steemit.com/fiftywords/@literature-trail/sensory-words-for-50-w
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A slight whoops: On Saturday I originally posted this chapter by accident, skipping over Chapter 41. It was brought to my attention and I changed it, however if you happened to have read it before the change, then this will be a repeat to you. I would recommend going back and reading Chapter 41, and I'm very sorry for the mix-up!
In the next few days Anna went from sympathy for Jack to loathing him above all things. It seemed that since he hadn't been able to talk sense into his sons he was determined to make her as miserable as possible. She knew he was pissing her off for what he co
In my ongoing quest to understand film script plot structure, I've broken down the plot of Good Will Hunting. My notes are my interpretation of the story. Matt Damon and Ben Affleck surely didn't break it down exactly as I did, but my version will still give you a functional understanding of film structure. If you look at my break downs of Avatar or Back to the Future, you'll notice the formats are slightly different. This is partly because I'm experimenting to find the best way to break movies down, but it's also because there is no one right way to approach structuring a plot. The trick is to find a method that works for you.
For example, Good Will Hunting has 83 beats. Avatar has 101 beats, and Back to the Future has 39. I define a "b
The multi-talented @verbal-d has bestowed a wonderful gift for this story. To enhance the reading experience, play this on loop in the background as you read this chapter. Please be sure to follow and do
Music played softly in the background as the curtain blew softly in the wind, an owl hooting outside. The star light filled the room revealing the clutter of clothes on the carpet and reflecting off the mirror onto Nevaeh's unconcise face. Her dreaming caused her to twitch and shake occasionally.
No! She screamed. Suddenly sitting up.
Surprised, she inspected her surroundings and miserably dropped her head in her hands.
What! Her door flew open and a dark figure stood in the doorway.
Nothing. It was just a dream
The figure moved closer. Revealing a young man with messy hair and nothing on but a boxer. Revealing an extremely fit body.
I thought you stopped having them. he sat down on the corner of her bed and yawned.
So did I she sighed.
Sorry for waking you
Its ok I was up anyway
It was clear that he was lying, she giggled and moved back to lean against the wall. He moved in next to her and she rested her head on his shoulder.
"You know you shouldn't be in
One day in Scotland something was different. The natives took tentative steps outside their clay houses to peer up in awe at a mysterious burning ball of fire in the sky.
What was it? They asked of one another. Some of them started discarding their many layers of clothing. Some others tore off their under clothes and capered in the golden light. Alabaster skin shining as the molten rays of the burning orb in the sky poured onto them.
Some spoke of having seen this ball of fire in the sky before. They called it the Son.
The ice that encased the souls of the Scottish folk melted in this warm yellow light.
Everyone put aside their fighting and instead carried flagons of ale and sweet mead to the green spaces where they caroused with their fellows.
The two men sitting side by side in the helicopter are battle worn warriors. Both know what is going on. Both know the stakes, and understand the situation. Bruce knows that Adam is cooperating on his own free will. Adam knows Bruce has no other choice. Despite that, the atmosphere is awkward, to say the least.
Five years ago, Bruce helped Adam escape the fate of a war criminal by faking his death. He had gained Adam's trust as his commander during their time as black ops operatives. Adam was never good at taking orders, and Bruce Miller was the one man who knew enough to trust Adam's judgement in various situations. Even though Bruce has always been a by the book type of soldier, he had immense respect for Adam's tendency to follow his conscious and make judgement calls - it usually was the right thing to do in the end. In a way, Bruce might have admired this trait because he himself was often too afraid
Saltabefore the morning papers hit the streets and the big selloff would happen at the stock exchange.
Five hours later, the newspaper hit the street, and as the Brand New Millionaire read the front-page and the stock-section, it dawned on him that he had been swindled in the middle of the night, and of course freaked out about it until he lay down like a r
I feel I’ve lost Tess—pursuing Sylvia like a fool when the one I really wanted and needed was right before my eyes.
“Walk with me, Gray.” Victor motions with his champagne flute in the general direction of the garages. I dutifully fall in step.
“Tess is a beautiful woman, you know. Very warm—vital, but at the same time remote. Don’t you agree?”
“Remote? I don’t think so.”
“I’m sure you don’t,” he chuckles.
I’m not quite sure what his remark means. I’m turning it over in my mind, as he continues on.
“Sylvia, on the other hand, lacks mystery. Did she take you to that small cove near the peninsula?”
I’m thunderstruck—totally unprepared for this.
He reads my expression, and gives a brittle smile. “I suppose it can be awkward at times—a little indelicate perhaps, being privy to the private disclosures of older men. We do have a life you know.”
“I never doubted it a min
Today I woke up to a song. I've heard the song before. Someone knocked on my door and was nothing but microaggressions. I hate it when they invade my safe space. I resisted the urge to tell them how wrong that is as I didn't want to virtue signal. I turned on the TV to my favorite news outlet. I loaded up my mental tanks with the truth for the day. Another day of traitors and terrorists. Will they never learn? It's raining inside. I awake again. The mirror never lies and shaving cream forehead says FOOL.
Things go Pear Shaped.
INTERSTELLAR NEWS CHANNEL 9 NEWS FLASH
Reports are coming in that the charismatic leader of the Ick Empire has been assassinated. Fears are mounting as there is no heir to the Imperial Throne, and unless the Ick council can unite behind one candidate, a civil war could break out within the empire, further destabilising the universal peace. The already overstretched E.D.F. will not be able to take over the policing of the Outer Systems without the Ick Navy’s support. Calls for a full standing army have been renewed in the Federation Senate as a matter of urgency as all Ick fleets have been recalled to their bases until the leadership matter is resolved.
The news spread like a wild fire; the Ick leader was dead, murdered by unknown assassins, and he had died without an heir. Already the Ick high council was divided as three possible successors came forward
send my greetings
through the night that enveloped the deserted
Whispered into his ear
That I'm hankering stroked his
crave his presence fragile side
I Shine your light
Take me to reach out
through your light beam
My eyes closed hard
Just a blank stare
terbesit from the bottom of my heart
what I think
is there anything I missed
Up to dissolve me into a beautiful dream ..
My daydream in the evening
as if a shadow of happiness greet
but vanished instantly when I want to reach
I'm intending to be brought into an atmosphere that is not capable I raised ..
This little inner voice as if rout ..
to address the thick curtain that prevented ..
Handcuff and imprison sacred heart ..
The liver is constantly empty
without a mother's love
without a father's love
they have long left me
leave this world forever
May we meet again in heaven heaven
Good night world
I want to forget for a moment about the world
I'll be asleep right eye to achieve happiness in nature dream
The mother held her daughter to her. She was afraid. The mob on the other side of the town square was getting louder. The mob was composed of teenage boys
She and her daughter had left their home and walked to the market to buy food. Had they known of the mob they would have stayed home. She and her daughter were presently out of sight of the mob but that might not continue to be so if she moved or the mob moved. She was afraid.
Somewhere in the Gulf of Mexico, on a converted
Unpacking a Packrat's Hoard. -- Anon Guest
It was a lovely old house, that was certain. It was such a shame that it was filled, floor to ceiling, with packrattus. Great-Aunt Shirl had been one of those people who kept the wrapping paper off of her presents and the stubs from her movie tickets. Everything she had, was kept in the box it came in. And the shopping bag it arrived home in. About the only thing she threw out was the spoiled food, and even that went onto something resembling a compost heap. It was more like a small, artificial hill in the back garden that the magpies and crows raided on a regular basis.
Now that Great-Aunt Shirl had gone to her eternal rest, the only clear spaces in the house were the tracks where her elderly feet had shuffled. Sandra had taken a brief tour of Great-Aunt Shirl's goat trails and decided to camp out in the yard, which was at least free
An old west tale... in space.
A Gate over New Dakota
Gregori Putznevaeu was fidgety during his final moments.
He scanned the Data-Pad for the fifth time then peered back out the window. It wasn’t telling him shit, but his eyes were. There was something out beyond Clinton. It was just a flicker, a dim green pulse, but it was there.
The miners were still working, the white-blue light from the Ion drills flashing sporadically. They had about two more days on Zeta MH-447. Then it would be dried up and they’d have to move closer to Clinton, New Dakota’s sixth moon.
Chet was 24. He didn’t know what age Duke was. They had met on the open road outside the walls of any ho-deck.
It all began five years ago…
Five years ago
The Duke3000 flashed forward through the open road. Duke was testing out improvements. There were many thousands of miles of solitary open road; they were maintained only for the purpose of old school transport for those who wished to travel so. Duke had travelled hundreds of thousands of miles. He felt the wind as it flashed by. He swore he could witness the movement of photons. Riding faster and faster into infinity drove Duke. He had to get to the end. On his endless quest to reach the end of infinity he had passed by many sights and wonders, but only one thing truly caught his eye.
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