Jared D. Vineyard
http://vineyardscripts.homestead.com
A writer available for hire.
Editor of THE CREATIVE WRITER book series from J. D. Vine Publications.
Screenwriter and playwright.
Bachelor's Degree in English: Creative Writing.
Working and living in
+ more bio informationSmooth as silk Soft, yet firm Do I dare to touch again Her collarbone? Warm and welcome Electric elevation Trust I taste sweet kiss again from Her lips? My weakness of will Her might of mind How does she succeed where I fail? Fragrant and fresh Fringing fingertips Could I run them through again Her hair? Perfect loss Deep an...
The dragon folds its wings alone And lies its giant, armored body On a pile of gold and gems and silver That would glitter and sparkle and shine If there were light, but there is none The dragon lives alone in darkness Bursts of flame from nose and mouth Could illuminate the treasures Make their beauty dance and come to life...
As an Editor-In-Chief I read a lot of stories. Each story comes from a hopeful writer. All writers know the hope of having something they've written published. What many don't realize is how hopeful editors are when we pick up those stories. When I pick up a story, I want it to be good. When I pick up a story, I want it to b...
Everyone talks about the formula for writing screenplays. Let me tell you, the formula is for selling your screenplay. Being able to describe your piece in acts and with the pivotal moments of climax makes you sound like you know what you're doing. But when you're writing a piece, you're probably not thinking or chanting, "A...
The blank page is a formidable foe to the beginning writer. Even the experienced writer can struggle against this enemy. A page seems bigger, sometimes unending, when it is blank. The first mistake of the beginning writer is to look at the blank page. It is lady Medusa; if she catches you looking at her, she'll turn you to s...
Sun, give me your glory Though, I don't want the world To revolve around me And I don't want the power To make the plants grow I just want to touch The curls of her hair And let her feel my presence With warmth Ocean, give me your strength Though, I don't want to make waves Throwing boats to my whim And I don't want to suppl...
I remember it quite clearly; after nine o' clock-or nearly-maybe ten o'clock at most. Sat I there-just me only-in the apartment, bright but lonely, chewing on some toast. No one for me ever calling; I wondered if I were appalling. Then a bug I saw a crawling-crawling on my toast Wretched thing, t' was black and hairy; at fir...
You're writing a story that you want to be deep. You tap the faded letters on your keyboard to type words which you want to really say something. The voice of your story gets philosophical and the tap, tap, tap of your typing echoes off the white walls of your room. When you punch the last period on your keyboard, you take i...
Jared Vineyard
Member since: January 2007
Articles Written: 8
Writers Invited: 1