Left4Devious

Your chest felt tight. Your breath hitched. The truth was out. Ivan let go of you slowly, and you quickly got up, leaving the room. You scampered to the dining room, seeing Kiku sitting at the table with Feliciano and Ludwig. The soft rays of sunlight leaked in through the window - such beauty and grace hidden behind blinding, burning rays that traveled so far to reach the earth in all it’s glory. You sat at the table, not eating, not doing a single thing, and each passing moment, you could feel the nagging sense that Ivan would tell. You were almost scared that he’d already said something to someone. The nagging feeling began t

-------- Original Message ----------- "I can't write an action/fight scene worth a crap. Mind you, I can usually imagine them, I just can't write them." -- Wanna Do a Fight Scene. If you can imagine it - you can write it. The easiest way is by doing it in LAYERS. The Quick and Dirty Method for writing Action Scenes ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Start with a list of ACTIONS & Reactions < in that order. -- Actions ALWAYS go before Reactions. (IMPORTANT! Each CHARACTER gets a SEPERATE LINE. ~ NEVER clump the separate actions of two different characters in the same paragraph or the reader will get confused as to who is doing what very quickly.) ~~~~~

"When will you make an end?" - The Pope on the painting of the Sistine Chapel "When I'm finished." - Michelangelo. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Okay, so you got this GREAT Idea for a story! - This Great Idea...that births chapter after chaper... - This Great Idea... that you can't seem to finish. (WTF?) Crap. So what do you do now? HOW do you make an End? Fairytales and Myths were my foundational reading, so they became my base model for how a story should finish -- by ending where you began with a solution. This doesn't mean ending a story in the location it started, or that full irrevocable transformations don't happen, bu

You gently ran your fingers through Francis’ soft blond locks, a smile pulling at your lips when you heard the Frenchman’s content sighs that came with your soothing touch. At the moment you found yourself in Francis’ house, seated casually on the couch while Francis sat on the floor directly in front of you with his back turned. His head rested comfortably between your legs, a clear invitation that Francis wanted his hair to be played with – after all, it was something he enjoyed quite thoroughly, especially when it was you doing it. “Je t’aime, _____.” His words were a mere whisper, just barely br

“Why do you never touch my hair?” The question came out of the blue as you looked up from your book to see Lukas on the couch, his eyes slightly narrowed as he unconsciously pursed his lips at you. “What do you mean?” you asked, your confusion evident in both your voice and arched eyebrows. “My hair.” He lifted a finger to point at his hair before holding a lock of it between his fingers. “It’s just…” Lukas muttered slowly, “You never seem to play with it, nor touch it for that matter.” “But don’t you dislike it when people touch your hair?” Returni