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Who is Mary Sue, wewe ask?

She is a pest, a scourge, a CURSE upon the world of fiction; a dull, cliche character who mostly invades the shabiki fiction universe (especially in fandoms like Lord of the Rings au Harry Potter), but can also be found in original work, TV shows, books, movies, etc. In shabiki fiction, she's usually the fangirl's way of inserting herself in the story and pairing herself up with the cutest/hottest character. This infamous evil can be identified kwa the following traits:

1: She is stunningly/unusually beautiful. Oh she may deny it, claiming to be a "plain Jane" and modestly deflecting any compliments on her looks, but everyone else in the story will be sure to drool all over her. Mary Sue is perfection incarnate - perfect hair, perfect eyes (the kind that "sparkle like jewels" au "pierce into your soul"), perfect skin, perfect figure, gorgeous gowns/snazzy leather warrior outfits, cool-looking weapons, etc...though she may kubeba a striking resemblance to the mwandishi of the story. And she sometimes shares the author's name (that includes middle, last, nicknames, acronyms, etc.) Mary Sue could easily be described as an "author's pet" au a self-insert.

2: She has multiple special abilities au skills (like she can somehow "wield a blade" really well without years of training and experience...unless, of course, she's been trained kwa the best since age four). There's nothing she can't do au excel at, everything gets handed to her on a silver platter, and her Speshulness knows no bounds. She could be a shape-shifter with Super Powerful Shiny Magic and a wow-the-crowd imba voice, au a genius computer hacker who can play the flute and violin, has a black ukanda in karate AND can recite encyclopedia excerpts on a dime, au a half-angel warrior princess who sends the Bad Guys buggering off just kwa going all "echo-y voice and holy light"...you get the idea.

3: Going hand in hand with the above, she's always being uber-heroic, rescuing bila mpangilio people and saving the day. The fate of Life, The Universe and Everything depends on her. Without her Speshulness to aid the Good Guys in the epic battle, the Bad Guys are sure to win and the world is utterly DOOMED.

4: She's kind and virtuous (unless she's an EVIL Mary Sue) and has no big character flaws of any kind. (And no. Clumsiness and/or a feisty temper do NOT count; they're far too generic and only serve to make her look "cute".) She's usually either a "sweet angel" type, "mysterious woman" type au the "rebellious princess" type.

5: At least one character falls immediately/insanely in upendo with her, and vice versa (usually the hottest guy. Go figure.)

6: All the good characters in the story just seem naturally drawn to her (especially children and fuzzy animals). She's maarufu where it matters. EVERYONE likes her. Except the Bad Guys, of course...as well as any unimportant characters who serve no other purpose in the story than to be annoying and/or jealous of her utter perfection.

7: Sometimes there is a prophecy au legend about her. Usually it says something about her Speshulness, an all-important destiny, Twoo Wuv written in the stars, blah blah blah...

8: She is portrayed as being cooler/more mature au zaidi important/powerful than everyone else in the story. Though on the flip side, she could also be portrayed as the poor, defenseless, yet ever courageous damsel-in-distress. Everything's always either about her au her love-interest. She doesn't know the meaning of "teamwork" and she steals the spotlight from everyone else.

9: She often has a tragic/angsty/mysterious past and her upendo interest has to "heal her wounded heart" au something. If she doesn't have a tragic/angsty/mysterious past, she always finds SOMETHING to angst about...and of course, her Twoo Wuv always rushes to comfort her. Oy.

10: She is so darn perfect and 2-dimensional that it's annoying and boring. She's either so perfect, so weird au so lacking in personality that the readers can't relate to her au grow to truly care about her as her own character. Strip away the beauty, the magic powers, the all-important destiny and the upendo interest and what do wewe have underneath? Virtually nothing.

Now that we've met Mary Sue, let me introduce wewe to her lesser-known cousins! Yeah, that's right...she has relatives.

Meet Gary Stu, the boy version of Mary Sue! He can be all of the above, as well as being the muscular, uberly-hot guy who's always saving the damsels in distress, bravely fighting the Bad Guys, hacking into computers like an expert and diffusing the bomb that's hidden in the wedding cake with the pair of pliers he just happened to have in his pocket.

Last and definitely least, there's Marty Sam. He's closely related to Gary Stu, only he's a lot zaidi sensitive and angsty. Usually he has a dark, super-tragic past (like his alcoholic dad beat him as a kid au something) and he's always throwing melodramatic pity parties about how miserable and wretched he is. He swoons over the beautiful girl of his dreams and goes on and on about how he's such a HORRIBLE MONSTER who's oh-so-unworthy of her. He can be every bit as hawt as Gary Stu, au he can pull a Hunchback of Dotredame routine, i. e. so ugly that his beautiful upendo interest can't help but take pity on him and fall in upendo with him for his "beautiful, broken heart".

So how can wewe avoid turning your characters into Mary Sues/Gary Stus/Marty Sams?

Well, one thing I've found that leads to a Mary-Sue is getting too attached to your heroine. wewe might have a brilliant back story for your girl, but does the audience really need to know every detail? wewe might have designed every ounce of her clothing and styled her hair just right, but is it integral to the plot? Probably not. A lot of the time what makes a Mary-Sue so awful is that so much of the focus is on this character that no one kusoma the story really cares all that much about her.

Another thing to keep in mind is to avoid having the character be too flawed. If wewe have a character that has a terminal illness, a bad back, is blind, can't hear, and is wielding a sword in battle and totally kicking butt and saving the day, you've got a problem. It's fine to have a character with one of those "flaws" au traits, but not all of them, and make them act accordingly. Make sure the flaws have something to do with the story and aren't just things wewe stick in to make her appear less perfect. Too flawed is just as bad as too perfect.

AFTERTHOUGHT: It should be noted that there IS such a thing as a "good" Mary Sue, and that there are a few exceptions where characters can have a lot of the symptoms above and NOT be a Mary Sue (like the elves in Lord of the Rings, for instance). There are many examples of "good" Mary Sues out there, such as Nancy Drew, Sarah Crew from A Little Princess, Buffy the Vampire Slayer and other characters. What makes them different from other Mary Sues is that they are all believable, vibrant, well-rounded, likable characters that people can root for.

Having alisema that, DON'T get cocky. These kinds of exceptions are rare. Most likely, if wewe have written a main character into one of your stories who possesses many au all of these qualities, wewe have created a Mary Sue (or one of her cousins). So get someone to look over your work, lest this infamous pest overtake you!

If wewe would like to test your character for Mary Sue symptoms, I highly suggest visiting these sites:

The Universal Mary Sue Litmus Test
link

The Writer's Mary Sue Test:
link
posted by kaylap1410
We were all different, all chosen for different reasons. Some of us african american, some as white as can be. But in a way we were all the same. That is the reason they chose us, followed us since birth. Macy was one of the richest children alive, but when her parents died in a car accident she was left with nothing. Being underaged, the bank had the entitlement to take all her parents money, leaving her to fend for herself on the streets. Hunter's house caught on moto and destroyed his mother's locket. The last thing he had of her, the last thing that kept him happy. Lila was only two years...
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Here is the end of the last chapter!

Alexis was wandering in the huge feilds that were behind her new school. The long nyasi was up to her thighs and every now and then one stray peice would some how tickle her bare skin, making her angry. She wasnt in the mood to laugh. The sun was still glowing but the fields seemed gloomy and cold. It was cold. Alexis rubbed her arms heating them up slightly. Once she felt that she had walked far enough she flattened some of the long nyasi and sat down, lying back on the nyasi and watching the clouds go by. Her long golden hair flowed kwa her sides. She pulled...
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posted by EmzLovesCheryl
Always running
All the time,
Chasing a dream
As I follow the signs.
Out of breath
I miss a turn,
I wander the paths
Ready to learn.


I start to get impatient
I'm working so hard,
So how come I'm not there yet
I've played all my cards.
Life is like a rollercoaster
Mine never stops,
It takes me round in circles
Back to the start.


There are so many highs and lows
Yet they''re all the same,
I need a change of track
Something different to my name.
Each step I take aches my body
And I'm waiting for the day,
That a different train will come along
And take me a different way.
posted by EmzLovesCheryl
Dusty Streets
A blazing sun,
chakula and Water
There is none.
Living on hope
Crying out,
Helping others
Around and about.

Children Shouting
They wail and cry,
Willing for a change
A signal, a sign.
They're grateful for everytihng
Whatever comes their way,
They're constantly working
All night, all day.

The air is filthy
They cough and they weep,
They want to survive
They sniffle and sleep.
Begging off strangers
It's all they can do,
Someone to help them
It could be you.


-Emily Eaton (13)
Amerie sat at her table, staring at a young man who sat directly opposite from her. He wore a black suit with a black and white mask covering his face. She turned around to seek her best friend Jen, smiling at her. Amerie then turned back around to see that the man had disappeared. The feel of someones breath suddenly blew on her neck. As she turned around, she saw the man standing behind her with his hand out. "Would wewe like to dance" asked the man politely. "I'd upendo to" Amerie replied, taking his hand.

As they danced under the sparkle of the disco ball, the energy of the night was exstatic....
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My bike popped up a speed bump and sent me sailing mbele a few feet, until i landed and bumbped the last half a mile to my normal little house of the corner of Clock Street. I skidded to a stop and threw my bike in the garage, then went inside.

"Hey...Mom, I'm home!" I called. I called a few times after that, then i got into the jikoni and saw the usual yellow sticky note on the fridge. "Off at work, very important, pizza in the fridge." I sighed and tore the stick night off, then ripped it up and chucked it in the trash.

I was up in my room on my laptop when it all began. There was a ding...
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posted by hannah_vampire
A poem danced in my head “Something maybe Taken but its not Lost” Dylan had attacked and miles stood watching speaking “Loka please you’re as much As synotta, you’re evil and full of darkness”. I was pushed and bite and stabbed until they backed up and I saw what they were seeing wolves! “ aw are the Ishavaka scared of the big bad wolves”.

Tilly chased after them with hunter and josh, Wounded I was and this was about to get
A whole lot worse “ WHAT THE HECK WERE wewe THINGKING” Oni made me smile and I had to stop myself from bursting out into laughter but then sefo walked...
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wewe Know You're A Writer When. . .
(feel free to agree au disagree with any of these.)

-You skip meals au don't eat as much because you're too eager to get back to the story wewe were working on. (Yeah, I did this at lunch today. Deliberatly stopped eating early 'cause I had to get back to my story.)

-You have a notebook and pen au pencil that wewe carry everywhere. (Mine's right here inayofuata to me.)

-You freak out if ANYTHING happens to alisema notebook. (I start going ballistic if I even set it down in a different place and it takes me a dakika to remember where I set it.)

-You listen to songs and think,...
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posted by hikaru13
I have a secret: I'm afraid. I'm terribly afraid that I AM GOING TO DIE. I didn't ask for leukemia. Nor did I expect it. Especially not chronic myelogenous leukemia. Especially when chronic myelogenous leukemia tends to affect the OLDER males, and I'm only what, 14?

But do wewe know why it has to be a secret? I have a family: my dad and Jae, my youngest sister. [Yeah, I have two more, but, they're out of my life at the moment.] They cried their hearts out once I was diagnosed. They were afraid that they'd lose another family member--after all, my mother passed away after a car accident. I promised to be strong. For Dad. For Jae. For Mom.

But if being strong means that I have to hold back all these tears, that I have to surpress all my fear in order to comfort my family, sometimes I wish I didn't make that promise.
posted by alliXcobber
Cassie
I dragged my feet through the cold gray slush and shoved my hands deeper in my pockets. i hurried down the mitaani, mtaa with my head hung. Icy bits of hail pelted my back as they hurtled down from the dark, November sky above. As i entered the doors of the hospital, a strong balst of warm air hit me. i whipped the folded sheet of paper of out my cold pocket and warily walked up to the front desk. My dark brown hair hung like icicles.
"I'm Cassandra Little. I'm here to see Elaine Turner," i muttered.

Elaine
I coulnt move. i couldnt eat. i coulnt drink. i couldnt think. i coulnt even breathe right....
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I was in the class the other day, and Mrs.Crosswaer was handing out new assignments. And he stared at me! Oh his name is Sam, and he was staring at me dreamly!!!!!!!!!!!
It was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo cooooooooooooooool!



















I am SO SORRY! It had to be lonfer so yeah!
posted by QueridaPantufa
It was winter 1957. Everything was covered in snow and ice. It was the coldest time of the year. Especially for John Keensley. At the moment he was lying in the park, on a bench. He had put some old newspapers on him, trying to get a little bit warmer. It didn’t matter anyway, since it was snowing all night long. He hadn’t slept for about four nights now. Not since he escaped his prison, the orphanage. Now he was caught in a whole new prison. He spent the whole siku trying to find food. He didn’t have any money though, so sometimes he aliiba some chakula to get through the day. When it started...
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hujambo guys, i hope u like this one......

Destiny.i found it just where i was trying to
hide from it.


I dragged Jared into the side, and leaned him up against the wall. I used my sleve to wipe the most of his blood from his face, and checked the rest of his body. he seemed intact. I took another shaky breath to calm myself down; all that mattered was finding out the truth. I laughed, but it sounded; wrong. I dint nottice that jared had woke from the startled sound, and was staring at me shocked. i turned around to face him, and stopped abruptly. his eyes flicked to the blood on my sleve, and back...
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I know it's short, I made it just for fun :)

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One lonely sunday afternoon
I sit in my chamber and have nothing to do
My upendo is far away
I wonder if (s)he's already forgotten me

So I sadly watch the sky
See the raindrops passing by

One looonely sunday afternooon...
One looonely sunday afternoon

One lonely sunday afternoon
I'm even as my flowers still out of bloom
I find some old photos, covered with dust
I cannot forget wewe although I know that I must

So I sadly let them fly
And this time I have to cry

One looonely sunday afternooon...
One looonely sunday afternoon

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posted by I_DONT-KNOW
HIII, WELL WHAT HAS BEEN HAPPENING? ROBYN, RICK, JADEN EVEAN JOCE LILY Rose Zander AND LUKE, HAVE ALL WENT INTO THE WOODLAND TO FIND GEMMA AND BRINGHER HOME, BUT WILL THEY ALL MAKE IT BACK OUT?



I woke up groggily, and was startled when i felt someones arms around my waist, i gently rubbed my hands tentively up then. Jaden. He has to songesha before anyone wakes up, i turned onto my other side so that i was facing him, "Jaden," i Whispered shaking him slightly, he snorted and opened his eyes, he seemed surprised to see me like i had, "You have to go back to where wewe where, if they see wewe the...
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posted by HarryPLover
"Aymen."
I finished my prayer and hopped into bed. I was just completely exhausted. So I wouldn't think about how much I missed Matt I kept myself busy. Though it was keeping me busy it mad me very tired. Matt had only been gone 3 days though. Meaning, four zaidi to dread. All I could do was sleep.
The inayofuata morning wasn't as quite, au as awful. I had gotten up way to early and figured I could watch some television. It was 4 in the morning; and just as I was falling asleep to Spongebob's voice a noise came from my computer went off. I skipped to the computer hoping it was Matthew. But, to my surprise...it...
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posted by Percysclique
Chapter 4- Near Death at Dawn
Princess Amorite woke to the sound of bells ringing throughout the castle. The warning bells. The guards knew Kaolin was missing.
    Amorite’s moyo began to beat faster. It was beating to the rhythm of Kaolin running quickly out of the dungeon hours ago. She feared her moyo would leap right out of her chest. If the soldiers found Kaolin, he would be killed. Amorite couldn’t let that happen.
Outside the sun was starting to rise. Kaolin was probably almost out of the city.
    Amorite had been Kaolin’s best friend since...
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posted by irena83
Throughout misty forest
wewe seek for spark of hope.
Your life held by
darkness thoughts,
anchor is
some place else.


Bad luck follows wewe
like a hook,
won't let wewe go,
won't leave wewe alone.


wewe smile today,
and cry whole eternity,
like that's your fate,
disturbing thoughts
to lie inside of you,
to take away everything
that wewe hope for.


Devil is calling your name,
leaves wewe not,
wewe don't see the Angel on
your shoulder,
trying to give wewe a strength.


wewe long for life
that wewe don't know of,
wewe seek for peace,
trying to get away
from misty forest
that stains your heart
into black.
 Hayly's gucci boots
Hayly's gucci boots
this is my first marvel fanfiction.i have a great idea and i hope u like it - charly x

Hayly's P.O.V

I guess your wondering what this story is about well its my story.My name is Hayly McCarthy and i was just a normal kid living in London,England that was until the last week of my 10th mwaka of school when i found out i was different than my friends,family and other students.

"Hayly wake up your going to be late for school." my mom called up the stairs.I moaned and forced myself out of bed,i took and kuoga and got ready for school.Today i decided to wear my rolling stones juu with my cut off skinny...
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posted by AvaMarch
Away, I ran. Not caring about how cold it was au how bad my chest ached. All I knew was to run. To run fast and long. To get as far away as possilbe. My face and arms were getting sliced with passing branches but I didn't care. My legs carrying me further into the dark forest. My mind tried to process what had just happened, but I was still in shock. Both of my parents had just been murdered. And my father's last words were "Run, Lester, run." As any child, (I hope) I obeyed my father's last wishes, I ran. I didn't know if the murderers were after me au not. It didn't matter.
It was the middle...
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