Writing-Tutorials

Desiree Kitsugi thought that, with an actual name, something more than just numbers, she was one of the humans, despite the circuits that snaked under her “skin”, and the abilities she was given such as enhanced speed, combat, and the formidable wave motion blast. But the monitor before her revealed the contents of the confidential file. AIs are meant to be servants to humankind and Desiree, a mindless weapon. Desiree’s mind raced, her hands trembled but, she took a breath and calmed herself into a state of serenity and focus. I will do whatever it takes, she thought, to put my technological brethren on top; above the humans

This morning, my nurse and I went to the market. Near the butcher, a handsome youth, stops by the stalls before us. He is blessed with a strong brow, and chiseled nose. A royal goatee and beard shadows his chin. His eyes are set back and soft as they stare off, captivated by something unseen.   He wears a simple doublet, hose and half-length cape of dark colors. The clothing is worn, the signs of a youngest son out to find his fortune. I linger nearby, willing as my heart waits, on a ledge, ready to jump, if his gaze should turn my way.

Blog #8: I Keep all of my Rejections Letters Um… yes, I do. As sad and depressing as that sounds, I have a very good reason and why you might want to too. But first, I have a good reference about that! I remember this “Law and Order: Special Victims Unit” episode where a man kept all of his rejection letters. Oliva walks into the perp’s apartment and comments on it with her partner: “‘Interesting choice of wallpaper…These are all rejection letters’… ‘Why would he put them up on his walls?’ ‘He’s insane?’”(Law and Order Special Victim’s Unit S6 e

Stylistic Styles I had a random moment the other day in class. I am a writing assistant in a basic expositions course and something that a student said startled me: “It’s hard to write without all of the slang. You know?” I looked at their iPad and panicked—am I destroying their voice?! Internal screams of panic ensue. I won’t leave you in suspense—I was not killing their voice, BUT I was helping point out moments of incorrect tenses and lack of pluralization. When it is purely grammar mistakes, that is obviously something to be corrected but because there were so many, they confused their typos with how

Writing Commission, Character portrait: Yunoshi Up in the mountains above a farming town and neighboring imperial city of Fukoshi, is a shack. It’s sole inhabitant, Yunoshi, sits on the floor before a cold fireplace. Outside her window, icicles drip in the warming sun, the sunlight illuminating the stone floor before her bare feet. Yunoshi wears a black hakama, top and, a white fur wrap. Her magenta hair drapes to the floor in a long ponytail. She flinches as a knock echoes from her front door. Is it a traveler? She had stolen a sack of salted fish the other night. One person might be fine but a crowd causes trouble for her uncontrolla

The Witchcraft Expo Writing Commission 900 words The sun had set hours ago, but the Team Venom Headquarters was still vibrant with activity and late-night meetings. Serpentine Moonbeam was pacing her office. Serpentine's black hair whipped back and forth as she fumed and vented through her dilemmas and worries. “The expo could be any day now. Why haven’t I heard about it yet? Could someone be hiding this information from me?” she muttered. Serpentine turned on her heel and stalked back down the length of the room. Great windows on her left lit her office with a mix of soft moonlight among the harsh fluorescent glow of one

Writing Commission for FairyofThunder22 300 words Kingdom of Hearts: Riku Replica I rise from the darkness and open my eyes. A throbbing pain awakens in my chest. I wince and wrap my arms around myself, the pain pulses and intensifies. Is this my punishment? Because I could not defeat the real Riku? The one who gets to live as an individual, the one with a life and a heart. A heart… Throb. A heart. The thudding in my chest increases and vibrates in my throat, causing my hands to shake with the power of it. A heart? But I am the replica—the fake one. I should not have a heart. I’m not real, I don’t even think killing

Commission Story for Emerswell: Amelia Windsor found a quiet moment to rest in the afternoon. In her secret oasis, she sat on her swing, overlooking the crystal lake, dipping her toes in the mirror-surface as the scent of white roses filled her nose and the wind combed through her brown hair, stirring the long limbs of the weeping willow above. Amelia leaned her cheek on the rope of the swing. Her sister, Emerson, the Queen of Sandgate, had an important meeting today. Only last week, Amelia and dear Levi had managed to escape from Alexander J. Fox’s clutches. Amelia’s heart burned at the thought—part in anger, part sorrow&#

Writing Commission, character bio: Raven Delta: Raven Delta, at thirty-seven years of age, has never been touched by the human curse of aging on her eternally youthful skin or raven locks of hair. Instead, air still rushes through her lungs and hums with the rhythm of her mechanical heart which beats at the center of this very real cyborg girl. Born from metals found deep in the Earth’s core, her purpose is to obediently follow her programming, a complicated set of objectives. But, when she does not understand something, human’s curiosity lingers in her mind as she wonders at the world around her. As Raven completes her missions