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We've all been there.

We've all seen it (at least once).

Perhaps even committed the "easy" crime.

te know what I'm talking about.

"His cheeks were red with embarrassment."

"Anna checked the balance sheets again, coming to a conclusion the the financials were a deep crimson."

"I stared into his blue eyes as deep as the ocean."

Colors, like anything else, are powerful descriptive pieces. When used as a comparison o a contrast, the reader is painted a picture of the person/object's look and the setting as a whole. It should make the scene come together in a seamless flow.

For example, the "red with embarrassment" idiom has... wore out its welcome if te will. Many of us have seen this written and do te ever wonder what else te could describe embarrassment with?

Try this sentence.

"Our teacher announced Jake Foreman as the winner of the poesia contest. I had to nearly shove him out of the chair to get up to receive his award, standing up on shaky limbs. After he reached the teacher's scrivania, reception he grinned like crazy, cheeks brighter than the fragola pendant he wore."

We see here that the red cheeks for embarrassment is a well known symbolism, but not one tied down to a specific idiom o phrasing.

Also with colors, be careful not to mix too many contrasts as it may take away from the impact the color is describing.

From the blog WritersHelpingWriters:

"Once Wendy had loaded up at the buffet she sashayed to our table, smiling like she actually thought she belonged. She’d chosen a short ebony dress as her outfit this evening, which made her bloated white legs as appealing as soiled hospital linen."

What’s wrong with this example?

The emphasis is più on how the black gonna makes her legs look, rather than describe the gonna itself. If the black object is important, don’t let other things overrun the description.

Here's a stronger way to describe the skirt:

"Once Wendy had loaded up at the buffet she sashayed to our table, smiling like she actually thought she belonged. As she stood there balancing a heaped plate, I took a closer look at the ridiculous ebony dress encasing her chubby form. What was she thinking–a shiny number like that should make the wearer look sleek, not a dung beetle clinging to its precious meal."

Why is this example better?

It provides a simile that gives an apt image and also really says something about the nastiness of the person making the comparison.

Of course that's not to say that every single thing needs to have a specific detail on its looks, but it does invoke a stronger relation to the object and/or person one is trying to convey.
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added by sideshowbobbart
Calling all writers!
Are te an artist with your words? Do te like to write? I know I do. "So te Think te Can Write" is a contest for people who would answer the same as me.

Basic Rules & Guidelines
1. Your entry MUST be inviato to this spot as an article. If it is entered in any other section it will NOT be accepted.

2. Your entry MUST be original/written da you. If anybody helped you, please credit them.

3. Your entry must be properly key-worded and titled.
a. A proper title: "[username here]'s SYTYCW Entry - [season and year] - [category/type of literature]"
ex. If I entered a poem,...
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added by shenelopefan
added by storylover
If someone told you...
Life's like a rollercoaster,
Don't waste the ride.
Live it up all the way,
because today's your last day
What would te do?

Would te cry a little, scream a little, think it's all pretend.
o go into silence until the very end...
Would te Amore the ones te hate the most o be the person te hide?
Would te pretend that you're ok but really scream inside?

Would te try and keep the sun from setting as your last giorno ends?
Knowing you'll never see it rise...
Tomorrow I'll be somewhere else te say as te close your eyes.
posted by Cinders
Exercise: Sleep Deprivation: 4:00AM Tuesday October 7, 2008*

The black spiders of mania are crawling over my brain, searching for a plump place to sink their pincers into. It’s been four days. I haven’t left the house for anything, not even a tuna sandwich. The spazio in my letto is empty, indented, as if something used to rest there, but I’m beginning to forget più and più what that may have been. Maybe it was a coffin, its contents shaken, risen, defeated, dazed, meandering around with its arms stretched out and a dull expression on its face as it mutters something indecipherable that...
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posted by t_direction
So, this is a kind of short story that I wrote one evening when I was just bored out of my mind. Please tell your opinion, feel free to criticize, it is much appreciated =)
Thanks ^_^



The voices buzzed inside my head, making me feel dizzy. I couldn't help but hold onto the letto post for support. In a state of exhaustion, I collapsed on the letto with a sigh. The voices never let me sleep. They were like many people were talking all at once, screaming all at once.

Madness, rage, worry, sadness were the emotions that those voices gave off. I couldn't understand a word of what the people were saying,...
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posted by madening_mahem
who am I ?
what can I do?
I'm self-centered, self-induldged, self-absorbed, hateful, short-tepered, implusive, in a complete state of denial, confused and lonely, yet I don't try to think.
a creature of the night
a princess of darkness
I long for light
colors
but all is midnight
and my only companions are the moon and the darkness
thought it comforts me when no one can
I wish to be out of darkness for once
to be clear, understood, unquestioned, and loved.
but who am I to ask for this?
who am I to want this?
is that what makes me human?
why?
all I want to know is why?
posted by Fyrwenn
Change

The way I feel has changed
When we met I was a fool, thought
You weren’t gonna treat me like a tool
I tell myself that I care ‘bout you
But deep inside I know we’re through.

Change is never easy
But what am I supposed to do?
I can’t sit around, cry and wait for you,


I guess we were too naive
Believing it would work
Why didn’t I see,
that te were such a jerk?


Change is never easy
But what am I supposed to do?
I can’t sit around, cry and wait for you

In the future we might get another chance
Maybe, it was just a short romance
Then what I’m feeling is really wrong
I felt I had to write this...
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posted by disneyworld007
Swing, Batter, Batter, Swing!
Putting my weight on my right foot, the foot closest to the catcher. Leaning back re-gripping my bat. I watched as that black haired pitcher powered up her pitch, rocking back and forth on her heals, taking in her guanto now to her side and starting the wind-up. 'This is it,' I thought to myself, now taking the best grip on my bat, 2 balls and 2 strikes have passed da this plate and I am not letting this pitcher strike me out, o walk me! I got ready the ball was realeased, and I heard the 'ump' say "Ball Outside".
I stepped out of the batters box, and took a couple...
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posted by samuraibond005
Yaouta lived on a farm in Missouri, he had only recently graduated high school, had a pilot's license, and even a couple of airplanes used in war. He had an old A6M zero that belonged to his rich father, grandfather, and his great grandfather before him. His father was assassinated da a rival corporation (His father owned a wealthy publishing corporation) and the corporation decided to target his family afterward. 5 black cars pulled up in his front yard, though the yard was big enough to hold just about 10 times as much. Yaouta's younger brother, who was 15 at the time, walked out to greet...
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posted by Me_Iz_Here
A/N: I've gotten a few titolo suggestions, but for now I'm just gonna keep it to Stay and Run. And this chapter has a lot of unnecessary details and unrelated dialogue, the first few chapters will, I just wanted to get the general idea of the girls' life.
Prologue: link

1: An Average giorno in Spencer’s Life

Spencer sat at her desk. Tomorrow was her twenty-second birthday. The first of the girls’ birthdays with stella, star missing. Spencer had been sad ever since she disappeared. stella, star was one of her best friends. And after losing three when they were recruits, she couldn’t take it.

There was a lot...
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posted by coolie
Step, creak, step, creak! the floor boards speak to me as I slowly tremble on its hard, splintery wood. Each step feels so daring. I feel danger crawling up my dangling spine. Thump, thump, my cuore tries to refuse to my wishes of moving forward. Nothing has happened so far.
I carefully make my way towards the forbidden wooden chair. Creeeeeeek! goes the sede, sedile as I lower my self to its level and sit on it. SHHHHHHHH!
“What was that?” I whisper to my self with my eyes wide open. I slowly start to climb the fence to view the streets of emptiness and quietness. My cuore starts to beat even louder. Thump, thump. I slowly turn my anxious head to look. But it was only a car passing da my house.
posted by wierdgem7
I felt the tape on my mouth and the long rope that was binding me to the chair. The Room was so black, I couldn't see. I recalled how I had got there. The new family successivo door invited me to their housewarming party. So I went. Then, as I was going home, some-one grabbed me. A rough hand covered my mouth, so I couldn't scream. All I saw of my kidnapper was a pair of shocking green eyes. I was thrown into the back of a white furgone, van and tied up. I was there for only five minutes, but time slowed down and took five hours.Why did anyone want to kidnap me? I had done nothing wrong. The furgone, van doors opened,...
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posted by para-scence
My breaths were trapped in the back of my throat. I was afraid to breathe, because they'd probably come out as screams. The barrel of the gun pressed harder into my head, probably leaving a mark.

"Give me your money," the voice said. I tried to speak, but I couldn't. A couple moments later he took his hand away from my mouth so I could speak.

"I-- I-- I-- don't ha-- a-- ave an-- n-- n--y," I said, my voice shaking so much it took him a while to tell what I was saying. Then he laughed darkly.

"Well, that sucks for you." I felt the gun sposta a little, as he put his finger on the trigger. I took a...
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