#Creative Writing Class

[the-wip-project]

Hello writerly friends!

I meant to make a mid-week post yesterday and I completely forgot. And the coming days are also terribly busy for me, I'm gonna struggle to even find time to do my own writing.

Hence I'm giving you a quicky advice today.

Brandon Sanderson has been uploading his creative writing college classes a few years ago, and he's doing it again this year.

It's 15 videos. This is a college level creative writing class by one of the most prolific fantasy writers of today, that you can watch and learn from FOR FREE.

I watched his lecture when it was uploaded by one of his students in 15 minutes segments in 2013 and then again in 2020, and I honestly wouldn't be here, still writing, if I had not watched and learned from this course. It's suitable for outliners and discovery writers, for writers who want to get published in any way or not.

Take a notebook, and go learn. It's never too late to learn some more and it never is wasted time.

Happy writing!

~ barbex

[writingtheother]

📣 Now Open for Registration: Writing Revolution

Instructor Helen Gould will cover real-world examples of political resistance, discuss the morality of issues like the use of violence, and explore what kind of characters you might need in a story about revolution.

When: Saturday, July 12 | 3PM-9PM BST (GMT+1) Where: Online — Zoom Classroom Join us live OR get the video after!

Price: $150 (live class), $75 (recording) Scholarships Available

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[daisy-child]

i love my poetry class what do you mean i’m writing about how i used martial arts as a way to release my anger and learning about sound work through trying to capture the feeling of hitting a punching bag

[lovewash3d-doll]

🌻Best AP Classes for Writers in HighSchool🌻

AP Langugage & Composition 📝

Language is even in its name! While you’ll spend a large portion of class practicing argumentative, synthesis, and rhetorical analysis essays, you’ll also have a space to solely focus on the craft of writing. Rhetoric devices are something good writers should be able to recognize in other works and use in their own to make them more effective and powerful. Every metaphor, repetition, and literary device is intentional, and the tools you choose define your piece. In my class, we also dedicated time to writing several narrative pieces including a description of place piece, subjective definition, and a personal story. This was actually the first English class where I felt we were actually taught how to write well instead of just being told to. I also appreciated the attention to editting in this class and how to polish a piece, from chopping it up and rearranging it to the many advices and rhetorics of other writers.

AP Literature📖

One of my favorite AP classes is AP Literature! It is full 360 from AP Language, where you switch from analyzing writing to analyzing characters and stories and go back to reading books! It’s a very useful in-depth focus on fiction, and knowledge that you can reflect onto your own writing. All three tested essays are the same except for whether or not you’re analyzing a story, poem, or your self-selected book : you are analyzing how “ideas”/ elements in a story contribute to its overall meaning and a universal theme. My class learned about different writing eras/periods/movements, basic plot structure, how to actually digest poems, and character FOILs. You spend a lot of time deeply analyzing books and characters and the more you read, the better of a writer you are.

AP Psychology🫂

After my first Creative Writing class, my teacher told me that my writing lacked emotional depth and authenticity, suggesting that I spend some time studying psychology. To say the least, AP Psychology entirety improved my writing! It became one of my favorite AP classes and showed me the potential and power of emotions, behavior, and phenomena in the mind. The characters in your stories are not just pieces on a chessboard waiting for you to pick the next move, ignoring their humanity. Reactions, last-minute decisions, and changes in the psyche create tension and propel your story. That’s how the rising action works! You give characters a challenge, an obstacle, and they climb, stumble, and climb again onward on your mountain of a plot. Characters are a large aspect of what makes a story interesting and the more life-like you can flesh them out, the better. Sometimes character development and change is the entire plot! By learning the basics of every branch of psychology, you get a taste of so many different facets of what it means to be human and you learn very tangible models and theories to help you! Psychology is the blueprint of making characters!

AP Enviromental Science 🌱

Although AP Environmental Science does not seem very related to writing at all, it is related to world building. I was pleasantly surprised to learn about different biomes, natural phenomena, how the wind currents works, the different ways to use natural resources to support a civilization, and how nature and humans interact. It really is a little guidebook of the Earth and can greatly help you with the vocab and information to make your own world! There are so many parts of ecology we don’t ever consider in writing nor their effects on both the environment and humans. Earth— the physical land your story takes place in— is more important than you know and the framework and skeleton of the world you make.

AP Comparative Government 📜

Social science classes and writing go hand in hand! Although a rare and not often offered AP course, AP Comparative Government will teach you the basics of making a political system in your story. The course revolves around 5 country case studies where the history, goverment structures, and citizen realms are examined and compared. The whole first unit is dedicated towards learning every word you’ll ever possibly need to know to be inspired and craft your own political system. There are so many aspects to a governments. It’s eye-opening and informative to be able to break down systems and their effects, discuss them, and study the components.

XOXO,

lovewashed doll🌻

[hurt-the-innocent-ones]

Currently thinking about how in my high school creative writing class we had to write not only a eulogy but also an epitaph for our favorite fictional characters…I was hyperfixating on Steven Universe at the time and my authority-fearing autistic 15-year-old self took the assignment literally. Even though I’d been into whump for a while (I didn’t have a word for it growing up, but I’ve always been into hurt/comfort), I had never delved into topics quite this dark. But it was a school project, so I forced myself to imagine that both halves of Garnet had been shattered (this was well before the original series ended, much less Future), that Ruby and Sapphire were buried in the same grave, and I wrote both as a collaboration between Steven, Amethest, and Pearl, as in-character as I could be.

I cried multiple times during the assignment. I unfortunately no longer have access to it so I can’t post it here.

Also thinking about how whenever anyone asks why I write about such depressing topics, I never have an answer ready. I think I’m gonna start saying I was not only encouraged but graded on it

[linked-to-sleep]

I've crashed. That's it.

[axarmae]

Creative Writing Class Rant

My anxiety is so annoying rn, I turned in my short story for my one class. But now we are going to do a workshop next class, I signed up for the first day of the workshop (which means they will go over my story for that day--not just my story others will go as well). I was confident in my story when I first posted it to the class discussion board, but now not so much. My brain is being very mean about it too, and I don't want to talk about my writing in class anymore.

[howtonerdoutovereverything]

That moment when you realize you had a whole ass story you could've submitted for your Creative Writing workshop that was shorter and a bit more well-crafted but slightly boring besides the dialogue but instead you came up with a whole new story that was longer and a lot more incoherent but potentially more interesting

[crumblingspine]

"Write a 300~600 word vignette" I doubled it and gave it to myself.

[writeedgesg]

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[songsforsquid]

"A Year with the Moon: Creation, Workshop, Chapbook" Class Fall to Spring

A Year with the Moon: Creation, Workshop, Chapbook with instructor Sierra Nelson. Weekly creative writing circle inspired by and infused with the Moon, meeting Online Oct 2nd to June 17th, Mondays 5:00-7:00 p.m. PST. Fall - generative prompts, Winter - workshops & continued generative writing, Spring - chapbook making & sharing. Plus guest artist visits! Open to all genres. Registration open now via Hugo House.

Let the moon help you connect to your own creative process!

[writingtheother]

Now Open for Registration: Diverse Narrative Structures 2.0 Online Class

Discussions in the West around diversity in the arts often focus on the identities of characters and creators while ignoring other key aspects of narrative. In this completely overhauled class, author Henry Lien offers an introduction to Eastern structures and storytelling that opens writers’ minds to radically different ways of telling a satisfying story.

Date: July 11th - August 10th, 2025 Where: Online — Available everywhere and at your own pace Price: $350 Scholarships Available! Application Deadline: June 21, 2025

Please help us reach more writers by sharing this class far and wide on socials, in emails, in group chats, and anywhere writers gather. Thanks! 🥰

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[lovemedearly]

...It happened again, I thought with a hint of bitter resignation as the ghoul writhes on the ground uncontrollably in front of me. It's neither in pain nor in pleasure, just simply overloaded with a thousand lifetimes of information all at once. It could try to possess me again of course, if it wanted to.

Except, I realize, it will go insane and need to be exorcised before it gets the chance.

Not a single entity that has tried to possess me in the last five thousand years has withstood the onslaught of the memories and knowledge I carry within every incarnation, which only grows with every life I live. It is both a blessing and a curse, for I hear being possessed is a wonderful and joyous experience. To mingle your soul with one such as the ghoul at your feet and ferry it to after life is the highest honor bestowed upon the living, or so they say.

I watch in fascinated horror as the apparition slowly struggles back to its feet. In all of my lifetimes, not once has any otherworldly creature ever bore the weight of the lives I have lived.

Until now.

Because you’re a reincarnate, every time someone tries to possess you they get… backlash.

[sammydreamer]

I’m taking a little break from selfshipping stuff to post something that I think y’all will really like. But I will provide a little context here.

What I’m about to post was the first original story I wrote for a creative writing class I took in 7th grade. It has almost been an entire decade since I took the class (it was fall semester of 2015 and I was 13 at the time), so these stories have always had a place in the back of my mind. But some time ago I just rediscovered my very first, and I tried REALLY hard not to laugh at work.

All of our original stories in the class had to follow a theme. I think the theme for this one was “being lost.” So, my smart Alec ass decided to make it about someone being lost…in a shopping mall! The results were…interesting, to say the least.

I might post more of these 7th grade stories in the future if y’all enjoy this one, but for now…here’s the very first one I did for the class!

LOST: Shopping Mall Edition

It was July 17, 2215. A 25-year-old man was going with his parents to the mall. His name was Jasonn Hoo. They were at the mall because of back-to-school shopping. Yes, he is still in 7th grade after all these years. Even though he is a 25-year-old man living in his parents’ attic, he has the mind of a 5-year-old girl. He is really stupid, and that’s why he is in the 7th grade.

Anyway, the time was 3:27 p.m. Jasonn’s parents were at the Victoria’s Secret getting him new girl’s clothes. Jasonn, however, was at the Build-a-Bear Workshop getting himself a teddy bear. He got one, and named it Sparkles. He did all that, but the cashier said, “Do you have any money? You owe $4,775,245,345.”

Then, right at that moment, Jasonn screamed, “AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!” and exited the store. “Shoplifter!” the cashier said. A police officer that looks suspiciously like Nicolas Cage chased Jasonn. They ran all around the mall. Then, Jasonn kicked the Nicolas cage officer and he was knocked unconscious.

But, Jasonn looked around. He didn’t see his parents. He was looking a little...sad. Then, he ran toward the Gamestop and shouted, “MOMMY!” The whole mall (except his parents) was staring at him. “DADDY!” he yelled. Then, in an elegant manner, he started kicking every innocent bystander.

Jasonn was scared. Then, a person who looks like Christopher Walken went up and said to him, “Calm down, man, calm down!” Then, Jasonn stuck his tongue out and said, “You’re not my daddy!” “I know I’m not,” the person said, “but I can get you to him, if you’d like. By the way, you have to pay for that teddy bear.”

And then, Jasonn punched the guy who looked like Christopher Walken then went in every corner of the mall, shouting, “Hoo manada!”

Then, it happened. Jasonn saw his parents. He hugged them. “Where have you been?” his mom said. “We have everything you need for your twelfth year in 7th grade.” His dad said. “By the way, you need to pay for that.”

When he heard this, Jasonn ran out of the mall and back in his parent’s car. “Where can we get $4,775,245,345?” his mom said. “I know where we can go!” his dad exclaimed, “Quick, to the dumpster!”

…Yeah. I don’t know either. But it made me dying laughing.

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[linked-to-sleep]

Alright, so all votes are in. It seems you guys would like to read my stories.

Here is my fantasy story I wrote in January.

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This is the tale of a young boy; a young boy who fights the world and finds the greatest treasure. But first, let’s meet the boy. His name is Otto Rosemire and he is a Goober. Goobers, also known as Goobs, are small winged creatures with white hair and elemental powers that live in the woods. Goobers are about three to four inches in height, and their hair is a shining white with small bits of different colors in it to represent their powers–these powers are given based on the Goobs personality and are usually given to the Goob when they are around 500 years old. They live to about 34,500 years old–now you may think that is a long time, however, Goober years are much different than human years and are roughly 3.5 days. These creatures are known for being loud, exciting, and talkative beings–though there are some who are quite the opposite.

Goobs live in large mushroom clusters deep within Die-feen forest and Slumber woods; they often are close to trees, moss, flowers, and bushes alike. Goob fashion can be described as a bit extraordinary. They wear reinforced leaves, flowers, acorns, moss, and bark; these items are sewn either together or by themselves into the clothing they want. Goobs do not wear shoes. However, they do have little hats made of different types of flowers, most of them being pansies–these flowers come in many unique but common colors; some are yellow with stripes of purple, some are blue fading into white, and some are red with little paint splatters of orange.

Now back to the topic of Otto. Otto is 1,778 years old—which would be 17 in humans—he wears a sycamore leaf capelet that has moss on the back to keep him warm and a yellow with purple striped pansy hat. His other clothes include a tunic and pants made out of reinforced black poplar and cherry leaves. He also wears 8 silver rings, 3 necklaces, and earrings that are the shape of crystals. He has silver eyes that glow in the dark due to his abilities and long white and pale yellow wavy hair that ends roughly at his shoulder blades. Otto is a light Goober, which is why he has pale yellow streaks in his hair. Light Goobers are the rarest Goobs because they need a certain type of personality, which would be: quiet, calm, collected, and good at thinking. Otto was all of these. He can be easily identified by the burn scars on the tops of his hands that move all the way up to his biceps. Otto got his scars while working as a lumologist: a studier of light and light magic. The Goobers had attempted, and succeeded, to make a light beam to help protect their civilization. To do this a light Goober must condense solar energy into an energy source strong enough to power a light beam, this is unfortunately very dangerous.

Otto lives with his grandparents, Silvia and Augustus, in medium-sized black trumpet mushrooms surrounded by a few patches of shimeji mushrooms on the right side of the house. There is moss that grows near the top of the fungi making a good roof and a great insulator for the inside. He grows small patches of dandelions and red deadnettles to the left of the house–the red deadnettles can be used to collect water for everyday needs. The left side of his house is set up as a black smithing forge, which he works at. He does have another job, however, as one of the town’s lumologists.

Chapter 1: Light in the Darkest of Places

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Otto, a fine young boy who loves to collect rocks and shiny objects, finds himself in a field of flowers–alliums and poppies–this was one of his favorite things to do; he loves the fresh breeze, the quiet hum of the trees, but most of all there was no one around. The field was near Die-feen Village, a human settlement just outside the woods. Otto walked through the field, looking at all the details of the flowers and grass until he heard a sound. He whipped his head around and looked where the sound had come from, he paused for a moment and then asked:

“Hello? Is someone there?”

His voice was a bit cautious. He got no response, instead there was a slight sploshing sound as a large spotted tree frog jumped out of the grass and landed in front of Him:

“Oh! Bert! You come to join me!” Otto said with great enthusiasm.

This frog, who happened to be named Bert, was Otto’s pet; whenever Otto wandered off, Bert was usually soon to follow. A man and his best friend. Bert was about 1-2 centimeters taller than Otto, this made it easy for Otto to be able to ride on the back of Bert when traveling longer distances. Otto hopped on the back of Bert and the frog launched him up and forwards through the air landing near the edge of the forest. Once they reached the edge, Otto got off of Bert and walked around, looking at the difference in wildlife. There were burnt trees, grass, bushes, and…mushrooms. Otto stared wide-eyed at the land, his body shook with terror.

“Come on, Bert! We have to warn the village!” he shouted, as he hopped on the frog.

There was a whistle in the breeze, smoke and ashes flew through the air, and suddenly there was a loud thumping sound. Otto looked behind himself and saw a human, towering over him. The human had short, neatly cut black hair, maybe he’s military, and his eyes were almond shaped and were colored a dark sinister hazel brown. He wore a mossy green button up shirt that was tucked into his dark military green pants; the pants were kept up with a brown belt. At the end of his pants, where they were tucked in, he wore brown tactical boots. The man reached out to grab him, fortunately Otto and Bert jumped away in time. They sped into the woods, the trees moved as if they were making a path for Otto, the nice breeze in the air had stopped, a stagnant chill hung in the air, clinging to Otto’s frame, nature was practically begging him to save them. Otto and Bert climbed a tree, just out of the human’s reach after they got far enough into the woods.

“Now now, why don’t you come down from there, I’m not going to hurt you,” the human said, his voice booming like thunder; his face wore a sickened smile.

Otto glared down at the human, covering his ears from how deafening the man’s voice was.

“I have to get out of here, but I can’t lead him to the village” he thought.

Looking for a way to go, he jumped off of Bert to the tree and told Bert to stay there. Otto looked around at his surroundings and decided to fly over to the next tree and land on a small branch. The human moved heavily across the forest floor, stomping and squishing all the plants and creatures under him, he reached up and tried to grab Otto; however, Otto had a different plan. He placed his hands in front of him and focused on the light around him, his hands started to glow as he condensed the light around him. The forest grew darker and darker until he finally condensed enough solar energy to form a light beam. Otto released his concentration of the light and blasted it towards the human; he hit the man on the right side of his neck–this gave Otto enough time to fly back to Bert. The human screamed in agony as his neck was shot with a light ray—he wasn’t dead or badly injured, but it hurt sufficiently enough to stop him dead in his tracks. Otto and Bert bounced away from the human, making sure they didn’t see which way he went. He bounced up onto Bert and began to take off; he had to get back to the village. Otto and Bert flew through the forest, trees and bushes alike blurring passed them. Stopping near the edge of the village, he hopped off of Bert and ran in, heading straight for the town’s main defense building. Otto pushed the door open and ran straight to the defense control center,

“We have to get the defenses and weaponry ready,” he murmured as he ran up the stairs. Once he reached the control center’s room, he opened that door and walked over to the general,

“General, we need to raise our defenses,” he said calmly with a slight panic in his eyes. The general looked over at Otto.

“Now why would we do that? We’re too deep in the forest for humans to find. We have no threat amongst us.” His tone was optimistic and a bit confused.

Otto let out a sigh, and then said, “there are humans nearby, and they burnt down one of the villages near the fields of alliums and poppies, along with the forest around it.” Otto’s tone was calm but worrying.

The general’s eyes widened, his face streaked with distress. “Bring our defenses online, power on the artillery generator!” The general yelled; the whole command center started up the defense systems.

Otto left the command room, prepared for a fight.

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I would like to say that my favorite part of this is the Goobers. My teacher said I had to make my own race, so I made Goobers.

[axarmae]

Lol I'm revamping one of my short stories to turn in for my creative writing class, the perks of writing far too much.