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Creating a world, whether for Fantasy of sci-fi, is no easy task. Worlds contain wonders of all kinds, plus various cultures, climates, and creatures. From my own research, many writers use parts of this world, the "real" world, as the basis for their own worlds. I've compiled this guide from personal experience. Wherever possible, I've included examples. (Note: othe examples can be found in various places on this site. The avid user can find them with relative ease.)
LOCATION
The universe is a big place. Your world has to be somewhere. Its position in the universe could affect your characters oder plot. star, sterne Wars always takes place in a galaxy far, far away.
APPEARANCE
Most worlds are similar to Earth. Pern, for example, has many Earth-like features, which played into its history. Yet, it also had differences, making it a world of its own. These differences, such as Thread, greatly affected the lives of the author's characters. Earth has many varied geographies. Du can pick and choose where Du want the ones Du like.
CLIMATE
Climate can play a huge part in your world's history. Again, Pern's climate is similar to Earth. However, Du can make your world any way Du like.
LIFE
The lifeforms of your world will act out the history Du write for them. First, determine what beings the world will have. Then follow the Weiter tips in order.
CULTURE
Every civilization has a culture. Earth has hundreds of examples. Literature has that many oder more. Du can borrow from any cuture Du choose.
LANGUAGE
How will your characters communicate? I suggest creating a different language for each culture/kind of being. If Du need inspiration, peruse The Lord of the Rings. Notes on the languages are provided in the back.
HISTORY
Now the fun begins. How do the various cultures interact? Is there peace oder war? For inspiration, peruse any history Bücher Du can find. Schreiben the history is the most fun.
YOUR STORY
I put this section last because all the other elements affect the story's plot. Keep all your notes handy as Du write. That way Du can check facts oder translate a phrase. Let the world's history and cultures guide your plot. A single argument could have its start centuries before your story. Without the history of that argument, you'll never understand how your characters are thinking during the argument.

I hope this little guide has proved useful. Please leave a Kommentar oder any tips of your own.
posted by Elizabeth90luv
In this life everyone is thankful for something. And the most miserable, the most pessimistic and the most unlucky person in the world, in some point of his life will feel grateful for something. It might be the simplest thing that others take it for granted, but it might joy to him. And now, on the “Thanks giving” Tag we should think about all those things that we are grateful for, and see how we can become better. That’s how we can make the world around us better.

Personally, I am thankful that I live in this democratic country, where no wars take place and we all have the freedom of...
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posted by ZekiYuro
Tobias Kellerman
Basics: Age 17, Born April 23, 1968. Lives in Berlin, Germany
Brown hair, blue gray eyes.

What is your happiest memory?
My happiest memory was when we moved to Friedrichshain. My dad got a promotion and we had to move. That is when I met Ivonne. We grew up together and we have really been best friends.

What don’t Du want anyone to find out about you?
I would do just about anything to get Daniela to be my girlfriend. We've been dating but I want a Mehr committed relationship with her. That is kind of scary since her father is head of the local Stasi.

What is the best part of your...
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posted by AshleyA-Brizzle
I sit alone,
alone in the dark.
no place to run,
no place to hide.

he is coming after me,
he is looking everywhere.
he wont stop until he finds me,
until he is here

he tells me that im ugly,
that im unwanted here.
he will try everything to hurt me
to see me cry

he loves to watch the tears run down my face
to me there is no greater pain....

he has found me.
what can i do?
were can i run?
were can i hide?
were can i escape this pain inside?

i am afraid,
not of him, but of his words
he cuss's and swears at me.
what can i do?
how did i anger him?

He swears at me still
and yet i still cry.
he sees the tears,
he wipes them...
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posted by rebaj2010
Preface
Three boys, one girl. None of them are fighting fare and they will do whatever it takes to get her. Du my be wondering why she is so special, but to answer that Frage Du have to venture into these boys heads...


Chapter 1
Mika

"Oh no, my new tanktop" Heather wined Von my side. She was so annoying, but so hot.
"Shut up, Heather" I sagte getting up from the lunch tabelle where hr had dropped pizza sause on her rosa tank.
As I walked across the lunch room, ducking to avoid fling carrots, I glanced to my left. I caught Kate out of the corner of my eye. I paused and backed up a step. She...
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posted by zanhar1
Really old thing I dug up. Because I was reminded of it.

Elise stood before two paths. Upland trail, read the sign, rickety and made of moss eaten and decaying wood. And Downback Thickets, indicated its sister sign.
What a lonely, bleak place, Elise pondered. She looked skyward. The surrounding trees were rather intrusive, blocking her view of the foggy-quartz sky.
She nudged at a rock with her big toe.
Her big toe?!
“Where are my shoes?” She muttered aloud. When had she Lost them? How hadn’t she noticed the mud squishing between her toes? She looked over the ground.
No sign of her Uggs anywhere....
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posted by dragonwriter
Bullets fly through the air at a man behind a car. He rolls from the car to an alley avoiding the gun feuer and makes a run for a motorcycle on the other side. Once getting there he pulls a .44 out of a saddle bag on the side and takes off as fast as it can go. No sooner than he hit the throttle the force was on him once again with heavy feuer whizzing past his head. With them picking up speed he starts avoiding the incoming traffic hoping they continue to miss. He pulls the .44 from the halfter, holster and fires a few shots back. He turns back and holsters the gun and tries to stay ahead. After a few Mehr blocks a kreuzer gets beside him and shoots his back tire. The bike loses control and as he tries to turn it flings him off into the side of a parked car. With some broken ribs and a banged up leg and tries to run but hits the ground as an officer tackles him.
posted by para-scence
Inspired Von the song, "Circle" Von Flyleaf. :)

"His herz ripped out to Zeigen me he loved me, but I wouldn't believe him. He did all that he could, I still would not believe him!"




I sat on the school bench, my head in my hands. The whole world was spinning, and I couldn't keep my balance. My herz was encased in a thick glass of guilt. Nothing I could ever do would change this...

He had told me he loved me.

But he was my best friend; he couldn't feel that way about me. It just wasn't meant to be...

So I'd pushed it off. I'd laughed, and joked around with him about it. He seemed to go along with...
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posted by edwardsca
    It was a cold winter morning. The wind was a cold, schnell, swift breeze. I was upstairs in my room turning page Von page reading.I went down to eat my warm, golden biscuits on the old cracked wooden table. I went to go get the bucket and some water to wash up, the bucket was broken and the water was freezing cold like the rough winter nights. After my refreshing bath I went to go get dressed, I put on my hemd, shirt which was red as my own dear mother's kirsche sweet lips. I zipped up my rock it was black like the midnight sky, and buckled my black shoes. I was walking down the dirt...
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Well,he walked up to me and he asked me if I wanted to dance.
He looked kind of nice so I sagte I might take a chance.
When he danced he held me tight
And when he walked me Home that night
All the stars were shining bright
And then he kissed me.

Each time I saw him I couldn't wait to see him again
I wanted to let him know that he was Mehr than a friend
I didn't know just what to do
So I whispered " I Liebe you"
And he sagte that he loved me too
And then he kissed me.
He kissed me in a way that I've never been kissed before,
he kissed me in a way that I wanna be kissed forever more.

I knew that he was mine so I gave him all the Liebe that I had
And one Tag he took me Home to meet his mum and his dad
Then he asked me to be his bride
And always be right Von his side
I felt so happy I almost cried
And then he kissed me.
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 Home of the freely and Justified
Home of the freely and Justified
On a cold, dreary evening
Sleep was improbable
Emerging from my bed
Like a delicate butterfly
Raindrops pouring on my smooth, darkened window.
Pondering miraculous thoughts
About being a teen in America

Freedom to express myself as an individual
I want to relinquish my profound story
Being a teenager with freedom is
Hopeful
Rewarding
Honorable
Desirable

The past is behind me, the future is just beyond my grasp

Learning to be flawless through life's experiences

Having the pleasure to persue my ambitious talent

Being a teen in America simply is my stepping
stone to future greatness.
The only sound that could be heard in the large hospital of Melbourne was the continuous beeps from the room in which Jamie's daughter lay.

The white walls and the bright yellow lights were too much for Jamie too take and the Frage which he dreaded to ask himself filled his head. First of all why is my precious Stephanie in here? Nothings wrong with her she stayed at Ashley's all weekend. What could have happened? and secondly why hasn't that receptionist stopped staring at me. She hasn't looked away since i sat down.
Jamie looked down at his watch, it was eight in the morning. He had been...
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posted by joe-edwardfan
Black moon
Edward left me. edward left me. I couldn’t cope with it how could he leave me? he loved me didn’t he? I was subbing so hard that I couldn’t breath I was picturing his hard emotionless face when he told me he never loved me oder wanted me every time I thought about him I subbed harder, my hole body was shaking, it was raining and my hole body was wet I was freezing but I didn’t care I rather die than live without him.im crazy the guy left me and I don’t want to live without him!
My body was freezing and my head was about to explode when I heard someone calling my name
-Bella,Bella,Bella….....
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