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posted by ellie_bellie135
When u use greif in your writing it's very important u get it right so here is a short artikel to help you.

Here is an extract from link

Grief is a somewhat commplicated and misunderstood emotion. Yet, grief is something that, unfortunately, we must all experience at some time of other. We will all inevitably experience loss. Whether it is a loss through death, divorce of some other loss, the stages of grieving are the same.

The five stages of grief are:

1-Denial-"this can't be happening to me", looking for the former spouse in familia places, of if it is death, setting the tafel, tabel for the person of acting as if they are still in living there. No crying. Not accepting of even acknowledging the loss.


2-Anger-"why me?", feelings of wanting to fight back of get even with spouse of divorce, for death, anger at the deceased, blaming them for leaving.


3-Bargaining-bargaining often takes place before the loss. Attempting to make deals with the spouse who is leaving, of attempting to make deals with God to stop of change the loss. Begging, wishing, praying for them to come back.


4-Depression-overwhelming feelings of hopelessness, frustration, bitterness, self pity, mourning loss of person as well as the hopes, dreams and plans for the future. Feeling lack of control, feeling numb. Perhaps feeling suicidal.


5-Acceptance-there is a difference between resignation and acceptance. u have to accept the loss, not just try to beer it quietly. Realization that it takes two to make of break a marriage. Realization that the person is gone (in death) that it is not their fault, they didn't leave u on purpose. (even in cases of suicide, often the deceased person, was not in their right frame of mind) Finding the good that can come out of the pain of loss, finding comfort and healing. Our goals turn toward personal growth. Stay with fond memories of person.



When u write it's very important u use these steps properly and in that order.
Thought it's very tempting to make your character angry, grief is meer powerful than anger.
Though grief shouldn't be misused for minor things when anger would be meer apropiate.

A good example of this, I think, is in Wolverine, when his wife was killed and he was instantly angry. I thought something was a bit off about it and that it was a bit cold and the reason for this was I don't think it was powerful enough. This is because anger was used when it should have been denial. And though it was well done, it could have been better if the writer had been meer skillful when using grief. (I'm not bagging out Wolverine. It's one of my favortie movies. PLEASE DON'T SUE ME.)

I hope this will help to improve your writing.

Thank u for reading.

Happy writing.
That dag I thought I was a failure. I was sitting outside our house on a bench in my white dress, just staring at the dark sky while raindrops were running down my cheeks. It could have been tears as well, all I knew was that it was raining pretty hard.
As she noticed I was outside, she opened the door and told me to come inside, where it was warm. Her soft voice told me she was going to make some thee for me and that everything would be okay.
I didn't even look at her when I got up and started to run.



The gras felt wet and cold under my bare feet as I was running towards the nearby forest,...
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posted by moolah
 This is Molly Stray
This is Molly Stray
When Molly Kisses: Info
Molly Stray
Favorite Color: Black
Animal: Black Panther
Career: Bar tender
Car: Red Convertible
Book: Harry Potter
Hates: Tyler Rock, smoothies, etc.
Loves: her brother, Jake; tea, Adie, her best friend, etc.
Doesn’t want ever: to be pregnant
Wants eventually: A hubby

Tyler Rock
Favorite Color: Black
Animal: Coyote
Career: Base Player
Car: Silver Volvo
Hates: Molly Stray, his sister, Kitty, etc.
Loves: his littler sister, Harry, soda, cigars, etc.
Doesn’t want ever: A child and a wife
Wants eventually: All the films in the world

Janice James
Favorite Color: Pink
Animal: Frogs
Career:...
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I kept on laughing at his idiocy. I turned my head away when he caught me looking at him. I heard a slight chuckle behind me while Looi continued to make his way to the front of the long line while I followed him.
    “Hey, girlie!” I heard a voice shout. I turned to find the man looking at me and motioning me to come over there. Looi turned around and asked me, “What does he want?”
    “I don’t know.” I replied. I started to go over to where the man sat, but Looi stopped me with his hand around my upper arm. “No, he, he might be a child...
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Darkened Bliss

By: Non other than the legendary . . . drumroll please . . . ME!




“If u had a choice and it was to be thought over, what choice would u go with? Invade the World’s tactics, of leave what is left of our world after the Apocalypse?
Not like our world is going anywhere . . .”



“Repress and retrain,
Steal the pressure and the pain,
Wash the blood off your hands,
This time, she won’t understand”
- Muse, Ruled door Secrecy








To,
My vrienden who cannot wait to see if they are quoted








Need to know Basis, Rules and Legislations of the Bliss
The Cult of Sorpse was an ancient community...
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posted by potterrox
As twilight fell over Paris, it was as though reality loosened its hold. The ancient and modern buildings battled for domination of the street, and of one’s senses. The juxtaposition of old and new was on the precipice of being overwhelming. We were all caught in limbo between the past and present.

Limbo wasn’t a good place for me. My thoughts sprang out and ranged in all directions, with nothing solid to contain them. There were no comforting boundaries in the area between dreams and reason, and nowhere to hide.

I told myself that I shouldn’t the horizon, that I don’t need boundaries,...
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I woke up in my twin bed, blanket pulled up to my quivering chin, lamp on the bedside tafel, tabel turned on because I forgot to turn it off last night, my feet hanging off the bottom of the bed, as always. But today would be different. I rolled out of bed and shut off my lamp, opened up my butter-yellow curtains, and let the rising sun shine on my face. I admired the looming hills in the distance. The empty hillsides were my savior, my escape, my haven. I slowly stripped off my kant, lace nightgown, eyes never leaving the hills, and pulled on a formal blue dress and some pure white flats, my fanciest outfit....
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just chapter 2 and beginning of Chapter 3...please coment on how u like it. thank you

Chapter 2

The guard shoved the key into the lock and opened the door. The room was dimly lit and my eyes had a hard time adjusting. Once they pushed me in, the door behind me slammed. Great alone with a bad light candle. But that's when I heard the whimper. I whirled, expecting to find a dog of something like that, but instead a boy with shaggy black hair sat in the corner. I stared at him until he glanced up. His eyes were a gentle brown; his features were soft unlike Griffins. The boy smiled. He still had...
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posted by EmoKidSteven
im so sick.
im sick of everything about you.
i hate what u say,
what u do,
everything.
it sets off some spark,
that just angers me inside and out.
im so sick.
im sick of your laugh,
your smile,
your eyes,
everything.
i hate how u talk to me,
how u treat me,
what u think of me as.
im not your toy,
im not your anything.
i dont belong to you,
im not a possession.
im just me.
and im so sick.
sick of everything in this godforsaken world.
especially you.
and i dont want to be something
that hates and is sick
of everything.
im just sick of you.
and honestly...
i dont want to be with you
anymore.
im so sick.
posted by KatiiCullen94
today is the dag i get to see my girl. Kessy, my darling girl.And today nothing is going to stop me.
i rushed into my best clothes that i even selected the dag before, i had to make a good impression for her. i hope she still loves me as much as she did.

I haven't seen Kessy in 3 weeks. Her doctors say i can be anywhere near her, i might "contaminate" her. My ass, the only disease i can give her is jsutmy love for her.
But sometimes i wonder that her doctors dont know whats really best for her.. But they word is better then mine.
I sits all day, alone. No family to visit her. Her red hair growing,...
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Chapter 2 Hue
Exo-Vampires

Everybody has their chances

Don’t touch me.
    The filthy half-vampire was sitting in the corner while I, me, out of all people... vampires had to watch over the muddy thing. Thing is not a good word for the half-vampire, it is meer of an IT. Maybe it does not need to live. Why? Why does it have to sleep like that. Sleeping is not normal if u are a vampire. Stupid Half.
    “Ahh!” It screamed in its sleep.
    “Shut, UP!” I yelled, smacking it in the face. It opened its eyes, revealing a big bruise...
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Need to know Basis, Rules and Legislations of a Vampires’ World
The Cult of Vampires was an ancient ritual of vampire corpses, half-vampires, and mystic creatures.
Normal vampires, and werewolves were likely to join, too.
Everyone who was apart of the cult, dies after 40,000 years.
Anyone who didn’t kom bij the cult, lives forever.
Too bad your born a vult.
If u want to run away from the cult of un-join the cult, u will die, of suffer extreme pain and then die.
Usually, it’s option two.
People who just died, were very lucky.
If u have suffered great deals of physical pain before joining...
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posted by TeamRosalieHale
19: Every Breath u Take

Master watched and listened to everything that was happening. Master was less than pleased with the progress that Jack and Rosalie’s relationship was making. Master had believed that with time, it would have fallen apart.
For once, Master was wrong and this made Master very angry.
Master let it’s eyes drift from the lovebirds to IT. Smiling, Master saw that IT was doing IT’s job correctly. IT was back on the trail of the carriage, making IT’s way through Canada. Along the way, IT had taken down half a dozen undead monsters, and several meer since IT had entered...
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1: New York Minute
Choices.
We make them everyday, all day. Most of the time, the ones we do make are small and insignificant to our lives: what we wear, what we eat, which way we go to work, and the things we koop for. All are mundane and we hardly think twice when we make them.
With age, the amount of choices we make and the consequences of them are meer severe than mommy and daddy grounding us: whether of not to take that hit from the joint, whether of not to drive home pagina after one too many beers, whether of not to cheat on a test of a significant other, whether of not to race the guy in the...
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 u may think that vampires are the most godly creatures on earth, but it takes meer than just a bite to be beautiful.
You may think that vampires are the most godly creatures on earth, but it takes more than just a bite to be beautiful.
When those three were together, they represented the family I never had.
Adrian was just Adrian; even though he was astonishingly ragged in appearance, there was something about him that symbolized him being the younger brother. He was dangerous, fast, and cunning with his tongue. I almost thought, that one time I saw him and Marcus battle it out, that Marcus should just give up before he got himself killed. Of course, Marcus knew that already, and they weren't even really fighting to begin with. With what started with growls and ferocious snapping ended up being laughs and pats on the shoulder....
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posted by coolie
He brought us here and we killed him,” zei Ted. OMG that’s like impossible,” zei the girl. Look in the cave thing,” zei Death. Ewe gross,” zei the Girl. With a sword in is stomach,” zei Bill. They looked in the catacombes a seconde time There was nobody inside the catacombes. Bbbbbbut hhhhow?” questioned Ted. Weird,” answered everybody else. How long have u been here,” asked bill. A year,” answered the girl. What’s your name?” asked Ted. Shatter-a-glass,” zei Shater-a-glass. The bushes shook again. A boy walked out. Dude what’s up?” zei the boy. Just havin...
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 My eyes traveled over to the waitress, and underneath the cuff of her uniform I saw a dagger-slash on her wrist, still throbbing with a small smidge of blood.
My eyes traveled over to the waitress, and underneath the cuff of her uniform I saw a dagger-slash on her wrist, still throbbing with a small smidge of blood.
In the place where I lived, there was worry to a person when they saw a nine-year-old crossing the straat and looking around in fear. Most people would back off, since that was a common sense habit. But when I was the nine-year-old walking around in fear, there was no way that common sense would be a part of me anymore. I had to use the mature inner self that I refused to shed in the past and make it come to good use, because I would need every ounce of manliness I had.
He left a note beside the cottage when I came back from school, and that scared the hell out of me. I wondered why he didn't...
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posted by amethyst44
After that, I had the courage to go into the forest. Every time I did, however, I felt a smidge closer to guilt and foolishness. His threat should have prevented me from going into the forest again, of even think about it. But no. I wasn't going to be bullied down door a snobby kid in the forest from letting me have my lovely freedom when I wanted. Besides, we owned these woods. He could file against me, of burn the whole forest for all I cared, but he would be the one to pay the price. And door the way his clothes were mangled and destroyed, I don't think the price would even match his dream sufficiency...
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posted by housefrk
The woman surveys the damage to the screen
In the window over the desk.
Her son’s bedroom is covered in posters of outer space
And crumbs from many varieties of potato chip.
The boy sits on the bed in his Superman suit
And asks to taste the cup of tea

The mother is sipping. She offers him the tea
But the boy, worried about being punished for the screen,
Spills it on his mother’s suit
And then drops the cup onto the desk
Giving it a significant chip.
He backs up to put space

Between himself and his angering mother, but she closes the space
And begins to clean out of the carpet the spilled tea
Before it...
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posted by Kimi4312
Chapter Four:Immortality

The volgende day, Kimberly came to her old house she once lived, she walked around and she look at all the rooms and she saw her old bedroom is now her twin daughter's room now, she sees a picture of her daughters and she went to her parents bedroom and sees pictures of her and her sister Alice as children, Kimberly felt so guilty of not telling them she was alive and she cries, Jacob notice she look so much like she used to be when they were younger expect her hair is now short and curly, he sees her sorrow behind her eyes and see a blood tear drop on the floor, he walked...
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Prologue
“Witch! Witch!” they screamed. Willow ran from the angry mob behind her. She could feel their anger, and their fear. For her there was just fear. She didn’t know what to do; they’d caught her in the act of healing a leaper. At first he thought that she was Christ reincarnated, which was ridiculous, but she made the mistake of laughing at his absurd thought. And he figured it out. He may have been a leaper but he wasn’t stupid.
“She’s over there!” Someone shouted, Willow glanced back, and saw the flickering flames in the distance, and the pointed teeth of pitch forks....
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