Syntax Stories

I won't be active, but I'll try

A collection of poems written by an incompetent, lonesome, aspiring writer, Syntax. Syntax, who is never content with the amount of writing he pours decides to keep on working until he is satisfied. That time never arrives, however, and he finds himself adding more and more. To his dismay, this inadvertently causes a dark, lurking force to metastasize without his knowledge. Little by little, clues start to pile up that the force is not actually separate, but buried within his own head. To be perfectly honest with you guys, I have never written a poem before. At least, not this length, so expect things to change both in fluctuating rhythm and, possibly, plot. Thanks for reading! My current plan is to release chapters of this poem when a new chapter to, "Deviated Conduit" is published. Remember I both write and edit these, so this is also a passion project, but considering the word count I'm going for, these chapters will probably be finished before the novel ones, so stay tuned!

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Tips! Advice! Do's & Don'ts! Here's a good source for anything related to writing, writers block, genres, special characters, plot formation, first sentence, first chapter, titles and more! [cover by @soundthealarm]

Let me tell you how this is going to go down: I am a *grammercenary, which is like a Grammar Nazi-for-hire. Once hired, I will target errors in your punctuation, syntax, spelling, etc., and I will tear them into little pieces. I am not a part of an editing club or organization. I work alone. If you have problems taking criticism, I'm not your guy. This isn't to say that I will leave mean or deprecating comments all over your book (feel free to hold me to this). This means that I will not baby you or hold your hand. I will not write your story for you, but I promise that I will be constructive in my criticism (hold me to this one too). This is my contract as a grammercenary. *No, I will not kill your enemies. Yes, it's a great pun if I do say so myself. The images used in the cover are not my creations. All rights belong to their original owners. Please don't sue me.

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𝐀𝐕 • 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐑 -------- The desire that memory could flow backward. "You build memories, you build momentum. You move as a rower moves, facing backward. It's hard not to wonder what life would be like facing the other way... You'll see your memories approaching for years, and watch as they slowly become real, you'll know which friendships will last ... and prepare for upcoming mistakes." ♡ requests are open !

He tried his best. Why did he have to feel the pain of losing himself? He wanted to be the best. The best there ever was. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐼𝓉𝓈𝓎 𝐵𝒾𝓉𝓈𝓎 𝒮𝓅𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒸𝓁𝒾𝓂𝒷𝑒𝒹 𝓊𝓅 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓅𝑜𝓊𝓉 But then she came along and made it all the worse. She made the venom work, and that caused his downfall. He cant even look into the mirror now. He fears his reflection. 𝒟𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒸𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒶𝓈𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓊𝓉 Despite all the pain, all the sorrow, all the frustration, and anger. Despite all of it, all it took was the intimidating and ghastly words of a single gentleman. His shoes clicking on the hard rock as he stepped closer. He was cold, but still made him feel warm. 𝒪𝓊𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝓊𝓅 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃 He wanted to be more, for him. He didn't know why he felt like this, but just the thought of him made him smile. He smiled. He worked as he smiled. Why is he smiling? Was it because of him? Why would it be, he's just a man with a smile carved into his pale skin. 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐼𝓉𝓈𝓎 𝐵𝒾𝓉𝓈𝓎 𝒮𝓅𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒸𝓁𝒾𝓂𝒷𝑒𝒹 𝓊𝓅 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃

In this piece of writing, I will explore how writer's can create depth in their stories. I will show you how to write stories that grip the reader. I will show how you can make a story fresh and original and how to add significance to the narrative. Through depth, you can write a story that leaves the reader immersed, even after they finish reading.

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MK was told stories about the Stars, Sun, and Moon. His dad was always a great storyteller. He said that the Stars would Shine and Dance with the Moon at night, and during the day, the Stars would rest and sleep next to the Sun. All that changed when the stars disappeared. Then the Sun and Moon wept with the Kingdom below. (Cross Posted on Ao3)

Wukong x Syntax one-shots

lol I made this cus I was bored lolol

You have a wonderful idea for a story, and that is fantastic! But how can you make sure that poor mechanics don't distract your writers from your message? I address some of the most common errors in writing and tell you how to fix them.

lolololol my sibling made me do this

An eccentric theoretical physicist, A hacker who got caught in a wormhole, A Russian informant who died only to have resurrected in another time frame. They were from a different time and place but their lives somehow intertwined. But how? And what is this mysterious phenomenon they call a glitch? Everything becomes a question, but nothing answered. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Copyright © K.Cardiovascularstereogram - 2013

This is a What if story. What if the lady bone demon had another immortal helping her achieve her destiny aside from The Not-Mayor?