#creative writing

[ellipsus-writes]

The words they're afraid of.

(Read on our blog.)

The recently appointed Department of Defense head Pete Hegseth (formerly Fox News pundit, perpetually soused creepy uncle, and current group chat leaker of classified intel) banned images of the Enola Gay from the Pentagon’s website for the offense of “DEI” language. In keeping with the far right’s stated war on anything vaguely resembling diversity, equity and inclusion, even historical photos are up for cancellation. When a literal weapon of mass destruction is censored for being a bit fruity under the Trump administration’s war against inconvenient truths, what exactly is left untouched?

This is clown show stuff, but the stakes are far from funny. While some might be hesitant to compare the current administration to the very worst history has to offer, we can at least all agree that they are dyed-in-the-wool grammar Nazis. Policing language has been the objective of the MAGA culture war long before Project 2025’s debut—the wave of book bans orchestrated by astroturf movements like Moms for Liberty, and Florida’s 2022 Don’t Say Gay bill have already had a profound effect in the arena of free speech and freedom of expression (despite the far right’s long tradition of doublespeak performative free-speech martyrdom to the contrary). Don’t Say Gay ostensibly targeted K-3 education, but LGBT+ content at all levels of education (and beyond) was either quietly censored or entirely preempted in practice. The results were not just a war on so-called ideology, or words alone—but on reality and essential freedoms.

Now, words as innocuous and important as racism, climate change, hate speech, prejudice, mental health, and inequality are targeted as subversive. Entire concepts are being vanished from government institutions, scrubbed not only from descriptions but from metadata, search indexes, and archival frameworks.

If you don’t name a thing, does it exist?

These words are as numerous as they are generic: women, race, Black, immigrants, multicultural, gender, injustice. But what is painfully unserious is also particularly dangerous in its real-world consequences. The process of controlling words is a well-worn authoritarian tendency. Fifty-two universities are now under investigation as part of the President's effort to curb “woke” research and thought crimes. Institutions are being coerced to comply with a nebulous set of ideological demands, or face budgetary annihilation. That means cutting funding for entire departments, slashing financial aid, defunding scientific grants, and pressuring faculty to self-censor.

The possibilities for censorship extend far and wide—interfering, by extension, in everything from reproductive healthcare programs, to libraries and museums. The Trump administration’s proposed budget slashing all federal funding for libraries, including the Institute of Museum and Library Services, will effectively gut an infrastructure that supports over 100,000 libraries and museums across the country—community centers, educational lifelines, internet access points, and archives of marginalized histories (starting with the Smithsonian Institution).

When you erase access, you erase participation. And when you erase participation, you erase people, and the means by which future generations might even learn they existed. A culture that cannot remember is a culture that cannot resist.

The erasure is, yet again, unsurprisingly targeted at minorities and LGBT+ people. The National Parks Service quietly revised the Stonewall Monument’s website to remove references to transgender people—a fundamental part of the original protests. Not an oversight, not a mistake, but a deliberate excision—one point in a wider plan of erasure depicted in stark detail in Project 2025, a blueprint to dismantle civil rights, defund LGBT+-related healthcare, and rewrite history from the ground up.

Dehumanization by deletion—welcome to the reactionary resurgence of doubleplusungood governance. In Trumpland, words are weapons—but not in the way they intend. Their fear of language betrays its power; that’s why they’re trying so hard to police it.

Words hurt them.

Hurt them back.

- the Ellipsus Team

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Drabble List #14

75 prompts to write drabbles or longer stories.

"I didn't ask for your help."

"We're in this together."

"You have to let me go."

"I won't let them take you."

"We need to stay focused."

"All day, every day."

"They underestimated us."

"We have to keep going, no matter what."

"I can't let you go."

"This is our chance to make a difference."

"We need to think outside the box."

"I'm not afraid anymore."

"You can't silence the truth."

"We're stronger together."

"We can't ignore the signs any longer."

"Every decision has a consequence."

"Why did you choose me?"

"I can't pretend everything is okay."

"You're not who I thought you were."

"What happens if we fail?"

"I wish things could be different."

"You need to trust yourself more."

"This isn't just about you and me."

"We have to stop running."

"How can you be so sure?"

"You know what's at stake."

"I can't believe you lied to me."

"It's time to face our fears."

"We have to do what's right."

"I'm not backing down."

"This is our fight."

"You can't control everything."

"We need to take a leap of faith."

"I won't let them break me."

"This is our destiny."

"We have to trust each other."

"I'm not giving up on us."

"We can't let them win."

"I never thought I'd say this, but I need your help."

"We have to stay focused."

"This is our moment to shine."

"I'm not afraid of the truth."

"I can't believe you lied to me."

"We have to make it right."

"What are you willing to sacrifice?"

"You can't change the past."

"We have to face the truth."

"This is our only chance."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"We can't let them win."

"I never wanted to hurt you."

"You have no idea what you're asking."

"I spent Sunday in bed."

"You have to trust me."

"We can't let them destroy everything."

"I can't do this alone."

"You need to believe in yourself."

"This isn't just about survival."

"We have to keep moving forward."

"I never meant to hurt you."

"You can't keep running away."

"We need to think clearly."

"I can't let you go."

"You know what you did."

"You have to see it for yourself."

"This is our destiny."

"We need to find a way out."

"I can't let them hurt you."

"You have to make a decision."

"This is just the beginning."

"We need to hold on to hope."

"I can't believe it's come to this."

"You have to be strong."

"Want to hear my alibi?"

"This isn't just a story."

Drabble Masterlist

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[psalmieee]

How writers feel when they are forced to kill their favourite character so the plot can move on:

😫🤧

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Archaic Words for your Horror Story

Aberemord - a law term, meaning murder fully proved, as distinguished from manslaughter, and justifiable homicide

Afraye - fear; fright

Avanse - to escape from

Bloody bone - the name of a hobgoblin, formerly a fiend much feared by children

Bugan - the devil

Dezzed - injured by cold

Escorches - animals that were flayed

Hold fue - putrid blood

Lowtyn - to be quiet

Medyoxes - masks divided by the middle, half man half skeleton

Oschives - bone-handled knives

Pericles - dangers

Pethur - to run; to ram; to do anything quickly or in a hurry

Raw flesh - a demon

Resverie - madness

Skrithe - a shriek; a scream

Storve - to die

Stumpointed - a hunted rabbit in its fright ran against the dogs and tumbled over was said to be stumpointed; also, of a rabbit baffled by dogs in a ditch

Transfisticated - pierced through

Tutivillus - an old name for a celebrated demon, who is said to have collected all the fragments of words which the priests had skipped over or mutilated in the performance of the service, and carried them to hell

Source ⚜ More: Notes & References ⚜ Word Lists ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

[womanofwords]

Everybody's Favourite (Part 11)

It started with Dick and Cassandra accompanying you and Bane for a workout session. They'd have to learn more about this chess-boxing if they were going to bond with you, after all.

"OK, Y/N, how about you spar with your . . . assistant?" Bane suggested. "Don't hold back on him. He should know who he's dealing with."

"Are you sure, Uncle Bane? I don't want to hurt him," you said.

Dick fought back a snicker, although it was rather sweet that you seemed worried about him. "It's sweet that you don't want to hurt us, baby bird, but you can use your full strength," he gently goaded.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Y/N!" Dick hastily agreed. "Trust me, big brother can take a hit! Now, hit me with your best-"

WHAM.

Dick felt his insides liquify as your punch obliterated his bowels. What had they been teaching you? What had they been feeding you? How long had you been this strong? Were you on Venom? Even the strangled gurgle of pain tore his intestines up as he fell to the floor.

"Uncle Bane, I thought I was allowed to hit him as hard as I could," you said. "Even he said so."

"There, there, little fighter. Don't worry your little head about it." Bane patted your head while looking at your so-called brother, curled up in a heap on the floor. "Some people just aren't as tough as they think."

Cassandra propped Dick up so he could watch you do calisthenics. You were so poised, so strong, so graceful. Her father would have scooped you up in half a second if he could only see you the way you are now.

"This is so much fun!" you squealed and giggled, as you practiced on the pommel horse.

"You're doing so well," Bane said. "Now, you're going to get off the pommel horse and try doing some pull-ups. You wanna do those cool tricks you saw in Instagram, right?"

"Yep!"

Cassandra and Dick watched Bane coach you through pull-ups with a hopelessly jealous longing. They wanted to coach you through your workouts and congratulate you on your progress, not this calculating, hulking monster that you called Uncle Bane. They were so busy contemplating this that they didn't notice you falling. But Bane didn't.

"Easy there, Y/N. Gotta watch where your hands are going!" Bane said, catching you just in time.

"Thank you, Uncle Bane," you said, eyes starry. "You're so good at protecting me."

And just like that, their hearts shattered.

The moment they were home, Dick burst into tears and had to be consoled by Alfred and Bruce. Cassandra shut herself up in her room and refused all visitors.

_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*

Bruce had his heartbreak moment when he spent a day with you, Two-Face, and Penguin. He watched as you brainstormed ideas and sketched logos with Penguin, already nauseous with envy. That was supposed to be him drawing with you.

"Y/N, I . . . didn't know you had so many professional contacts," Bruce said. "How do you know all these people?"

"I won a lot of scholastic awards," you said. "Sometimes I got money, but a lot of the time, I got a couple of no-questions-asked favours from some really big names. I can have this stuff for free. Free."

"Why wouldn't you tell me you had these connections?" Bruce asked.

"I tried telling you about my day and my achievements, but you were always busy. Alfred came in your place. I think it might be videotaped somewhere in the manor. Alfred taped all my stuff." You went back to sketching logos for the parlour, not paying him any mind.

"That's how smart my little one is," Penguin said. "They've saved us untold amounts of money with these connections. And in the meeting with investors, they'll even act as their own interpreter for the boss. Japanese is such a tough language to learn, and Y/N's fluent. Fluent."

"You're . . . what?" Bruce stammered.

"I have the certificates in a storage room in case you don't believe me," you said. "Sorry about Bruce, Dad."

"You have nothing to apologise for," Penguin said.

Bruce tore the manor apart in search of anything with your name on it. The tapes were found first, then the awards and report cards. He devoured these artifacts of your life, watching and rewatching the sections of awards ceremonies that had you in them, breaking his own heart in a deliciously masochistic way. He should have been there for those times, so you could have had someone to lock eyes onto in the crowd and smile at. But those moments and that version of you were trapped in sections of time, and all he was left with was a version of you that yearned for fatherly love . . . and took it from a wannabe socialite disfigured by Mother Nature herself and his villainous friends.

Oh, he could just kill Penguin.

_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*

Tim and Barbara knew that they couldn't come to your therapy session, but that wouldn't stop them from eavesdropping. "Y/N, we got you something!" Tim called, holding a small box.

You kept your distance, exercising caution like a dog who knows that legs can kick if you get too close. "Why?"

"It's a gift," Barbara said. "We want you to have it."

"It's not my birthday, Barbara." You refused to budge.

"Does it have to be?" Tim opened the box, revealing an enamel ladybug badge. "It's perfect for you. So pretty."

"It is shiny," you admit, being drawn in way too easily. "How do I wear it?"

"Oh, we'll put it on your jacket for you," Tim said, inwardly squealing with glee. "Come here and hold still, Y/N. It'll only last a second."

"Um . . . OK," you said, getting closer to them. As Tim fastened your badge into your jacket, Barbara smiled in a way that she hoped was soothing.

"Make sure to be honest when you're at your therapy session," Barbara said.

Your eyes narrow. "Why wouldn't I be honest?"

"Never mind. Have fun," Barbara said.

You walked into therapy wearing your pin, and Scarecrow immediately took notice. He wasn't sure if you knew it, but that was a listening device. Those Wayne children had undergone a new level of creepy. "Sweetheart, is it just me or does that pretty little pin look like a bunch of little people are using it to listen to us?"

"Little people?" You stifled giggles.

"Yes. It looks like something teeny tiny aliens would disguise their ship as." To up the ante, Scarecrow leaned in close and talked directly to the pin. "Hello, little eavesdroppers."

You burst out laughing. "Uncle Johnny, you're so silly! Nobody's listening through there!"

"I bet someone is," Scarecrow mused, as you laid in stitches on a reclining couch. "Someone small and scared and hiding somewhere dark. Well, they're not listening to anything I tell you! Bruce? Dick? Who's listening to us in here?"

"Don't worry, Scarecrow," you laughed. "None of them would bother listening to me in therapy. They barely noticed me standing next to them."

"Fine. But let's put it in the cupboard. That thing creeps me out," Scarecrow said. Therapy began, and you put it out of your mind.

Meanwhile, deep within the Batcave, Tim and Barbara were frozen in terror. He knew. He'd only seen it for a few seconds, and he just knew that they were listening. But how?

Either way, there goes any chance of listening to the way they brainwashed you.

_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*

Jason and Duke stared each other down, controllers in hand. "I play with Y/N first," Jason said. "Since I'm older."

"We're both older than Y/N," Duke pointed out.

"I know that, idiot. I meant older than you."

"You haven't done anything to make that happen! That's just coincidence!"

"Yeah, maybe you're right. You know what else will be a coincidence? My fist in your face!"

"You punch like a dead guy!"

"And you whimper like a little girl!"

You and Riddler watched with a strange mixture of bemusement and disgust as your brothers wrestled on the floor, you as their unwilling prize. "It's like watching angry monkeys at the zoo fight each other over food, only this is meaningless and pathetic," you muttered.

"I know, it's plain embarrassing." Riddler rolled his eyes. "Psst, little puzzler. How about we ditch the dummies and try out the fun kind of arts and crafts that we like?"

"Thank you," you muttered gratefully.

It took an hour before they realised you were gone. Once Jason and Duke realised that you'd given them the slip, they argued over whose fault it was that Riddler had 'stolen you' and started round two of the fistfight.

They were welcome to it.

_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*

Poison Ivy and Harley were applying a face mask to you with glee as Stephanie watched on with envious confusion. "Isn't this a bit much?" she asked. "I mean, there's already been a mani-pedi and a massage. Y/N is not a doll and doesn't need this much maintenance."

"You shut ya hole," Harley snapped. "Is this how you always talked to 'em?"

"No," Stephanie admitted.

"Then don't start now! Honestly, for a bunch of people who want to make amends with Y/N, you sure are good at being insulting and callous," Harley lectured. "Now, zip the lips and enjoy your spa day."

Stephanie simmered down and focused on the hair braiding. For all of five minutes. "Hey, Y/N, what's your deal with Auntie Harley and Auntie Ivy?"

"I just want female role models," you admit. "Harley and Ivy and Selina are so cool. I've never had real-life female role models before."

Stephanie stiffened. "What do you mean? Cass, Barb, and I have been living in Wayne Manor with you since you first arrived. Do we not count?"

You removed the cucumber slices so you could deliver an armor-piercing line and a withering glare. "No, you don't count. None of you are female role models. You were just . . . present."

Stephanie didn't talk for the rest of the day.

_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*

Damian jumped at the chance to spend time with you. "I suppose you're saving the best for last," he bragged. "You're clearly cleverer than you first appeared."

"Oh, Y/N, I'm so happy you're here!" Selina cooed, stroking your hair. "Why is Damian here?"

"I am bonding with my only blood relative. Problem, villain?" Damian spat.

"Don't talk to my Auntie Selina like that!" you scolded. "Her name isn't villain, Damian!"

Damian wasn't backing down. "Y/N, you don't have to go through the trouble of calling her auntie. She isn't blood. Myself and our father are your only blood relatives."

"That's not true. I still have maternal relatives out there that are courtesy of my mother. Also, with the way and frequency that our father gets around, we probably have more siblings out there that we've never met."

"Don't speak about our father like that!" Damian spluttered.

"Our father didn't know I existed until I was seven, when my mother died and my DNA was taken to determine who my other biological family members were. If he's really going to take such little care, the possibility of other biological siblings should not be discounted."

"What?" Damian's face was the perfect picture of horror. Not being his father's only child was nauseating, to say the least. Except for you, of course.

"Y/N, Damian, one of my cats has died after having kittens and now they have to be bottle-fed every four hours. You wouldn't mind helping, would you? The milk's already prepared and they're being isolated upstairs. The door to their room is marked with a picture of a cat with a halo."

"Understood. I'll get the milk. Damian, could you go up ahead and soothe the kittens while I get them their food?" you asked. Damian nodded and raced upstairs.

You took your time with the bottles. They were glass, and if they broke, there went the kittens' food. You were careful as you ventured up the stairs towards the room with the kittens. The other cats guided you to a lump on the floor. It was Damian.

"Damian, I- oh goodness!" Your younger brother was groaning in pain, a ladder on the floor next to him. He must have climbed it to get away from the cats and fallen off when it lost balance. "Selina! Damian's hurt! Help!"

"Cats did it," Damian groaned. "Cats did it. Caaaaaats. Bad."

Damian got taken to hospital in an ambulance, coming out of it with only a broken collarbone and fractured wrist. From there, it was agreed that contact with the villains by the Waynes would be ended.

They'd all been hurt in the crossfire.

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[tenderwatches]

sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

[theaftersundown]

the holy grail types of fanfic

[bookwyrminspiration]

sometimes a theme recurs in your work without your permission. and sometimes it reaches a threshold where you're like. well now i think this is saying something about me against my will. don't know what though

[charbroiledchicken]

if it's good enough for you, then it deserves to be made. don't let anyone else decide if your story is worth it or not.

[sourdough-seal]

“omg you’re so creative. how do you get your ideas” i hallucinate a single scene in the taco bell drive thru and then spend 13 months trying to write it

[soul-from-another-era]

Unconditional love isn't a free pass to hurt me.

[sarnai4]

I love all of these! I have a pirate novel I'm 17 chapters into right now. It's fun getting into the pirate-y side of things. ☠️🏴‍☠️🦜Argh to everyone.

Tumblr on the Seven Seas

🏴‍☠️ white-beard Follow

Can we stop all normalising the use of "sc*rvy" as a fun little thing to call people?? I literally had sc*rvy last year and it was even worse than when I got my hand cut off. Fuck anyone who uses the S word without even considering how triggering it can be to those of us who have ACTUALLY suffered though it

🌅 castedaway Follow

No wenches?

🏴‍☠️ white-beard Follow

Honestly you people are so insufferable I genuinely hope you walk the plank

🌅 castedaway Follow

AHOY???

🍑 plundermebooty Follow

Okay but OP is literally a landlubber, mateys

🌴 pegmeg

nahhh why is it literally always landlubbers faking scurvy and sending plank threats ☠☠

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🗡wagscallion Follow

everyone says "land ho!" but never "land ma'am"

💨 matelotsaboteur

Really makes you think

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💃 crossdressing101 Follow

this whole crew was so gullible ngl, i just cut my hair and dressed in my fathers clothes and they all fell for it, hook line and sinker??

💃 crossdressing101 Follow

honestly im surprised no one has found me out yet. surely i dont seem that much like a man? i mean it makes this way easier but like. im still a woman. obviously

🕺 crossdressing101 Follow

mateys i have come to a shocking realisation,

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⛵ privatesteer Follow

wildest argument for piracy i've ever heard was that the gold stored on government ships is dangerous cause it weighs them down, so they're just 'lightening the load'

🧜‍♀️ kiss-pretty-ocean324 Follow

աaռռa ʟɨֆȶɛռ ȶօ ֆɨʀɛռ ֆօռɢ?

⛵ privatesteer Follow

no thanks

🕶 monstermaterdeactivated16520210

outta my way gayboy im boutta get it

🕶 monstermaterdeactivated16520210

i have drowned at sea

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⚓ shiveringtimbers Follow

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🌏 boat-enthusiast Follow

i am SO sick of the term "ship-shape" like, matey, which shape?? Ships come in so many fucking shapes like have non of you ever boarded more than one vessel in your career???? Anyway fake ship fans DNI with this post i can NOT be bothered with your tomfuckery today

💦 longjohngolder Follow

girl its not that deep ☠

🌏 boat-enthusiast Follow

to YOU. i just get it

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🙍‍♂️ dudeindistress Follow

honestly being held for ransom isnt that bad. kinda nice to be held

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🦜 pollypockets Follow

SQUAWK

🐦 aviated Follow

CAW SQUAWK SQUAWK

🦜 pollypockets Follow

CA-CAW

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🍑 plundermebooty Follow

the cabin boy just winked at me?? after offering to help clean my gun? privately. in my quarters. tonight.

🍑 plundermebooty Follow

i think i hauve scurvy

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🌊 swabmydick Follow

mateys I SWEARR my captain and his first mate are gonna kiss before our next voyage. they literally have so much romantic tension every time i see them its nauseating

🕶 longjohngolderdeactivated16511205

wtf its so problematic and harmful to ship real people?? unfollowing rn i thought you were better than this

🌊 swabmydick Follow

i literally rob and kill people for a living?????? that's where you draw the line???

🌴 pegmeg

op killed them

🌊 swabmydick Follow

even better news mateys, they kissed ☠☠☠

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[hayatheauthor]

10 Non-Lethal Injuries to Add Pain to Your Writing

New Part: 10 Lethal Injury Ideas

If you need a simple way to make your characters feel pain, here are some ideas: 

1. Sprained Ankle

A common injury that can severely limit mobility. This is useful because your characters will have to experience a mild struggle and adapt their plans to their new lack of mobiliy. Perfect to add tension to a chase scene.

2. Rib Contusion

A painful bruise on the ribs can make breathing difficult, helping you sneak in those ragged wheezes during a fight scene. Could also be used for something sport-related! It's impactful enough to leave a lingering pain but not enough to hinder their overall movement.

3. Concussions

This common brain injury can lead to confusion, dizziness, and mood swings, affecting a character’s judgment heavily. It can also cause mild amnesia.

I enjoy using concussions when you need another character to subtly take over the fight/scene, it's an easy way to switch POVs. You could also use it if you need a 'cute' recovery moment with A and B.

4. Fractured Finger

A broken finger can complicate tasks that require fine motor skills. This would be perfect for characters like artists, writers, etc. Or, a fighter who brushes it off as nothing till they try to throw a punch and are hit with pain.

5. Road Rash

Road rash is an abrasion caused by friction. Aka scraping skin. The raw, painful sting resulting from a fall can be a quick but effective way to add pain to your writing. Tip: it's great if you need a mild injury for a child.

6. Shoulder Dislocation

This injury can be excruciating and often leads to an inability to use one arm, forcing characters to confront their limitations while adding urgency to their situation. Good for torture scenes.

7. Deep Laceration

A deep laceration is a cut that requires stitches. As someone who got stitches as a kid, they really aren't that bad! A 2-3 inch wound (in length) provides just enough pain and blood to add that dramatic flair to your writing while not severely deterring your character.

This is also a great wound to look back on since it often scars. Note: the deeper and wider the cut the worse your character's condition. Don't give them a 5 inch deep gash and call that mild.

8. Burns

Whether from fire, chemicals, or hot surfaces, burns can cause intense suffering and lingering trauma. Like the previous injury, the lasting physical and emotional trauma of a burn is a great wound for characters to look back on.

If you want to explore writing burns, read here.

9. Pulled Muscle

This can create ongoing pain and restrict movement, offering a window to force your character to lean on another. Note: I personally use muscle related injuries when I want to focus more on the pain and sprains to focus on a lack of mobility.

10. Tendonitis

Inflammation of a tendon can cause chronic pain and limit a character's ability to perform tasks they usually take for granted. When exploring tendonitis make sure you research well as this can easily turn into a more severe injury.

This is a quick, brief list of ideas to provide writers inspiration. Since it is a shorter blog, I have not covered the injuries in detail. This is inspiration, not a thorough guide. Happy writing! :)

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[nondelphic]

sometimes the best writing advice is "just let it be bad." revolutionary. terrifying. but it works.

[prompt-heaven]

a list of 100+ buildings to put in your fantasy town

academy

adventurer's guild

alchemist

apiary

apothecary

aquarium

armory

art gallery

bakery

bank

barber

barracks

bathhouse

blacksmith

boathouse

book store

bookbinder

botanical garden

brothel

butcher

carpenter

cartographer

casino

castle

cobbler

coffee shop

council chamber

court house

crypt for the noble family

dentist

distillery

docks

dovecot

dyer

embassy

farmer's market

fighting pit

fishmonger

fortune teller

gallows

gatehouse

general store

graveyard

greenhouses

guard post

guildhall

gymnasium

haberdashery

haunted house

hedge maze

herbalist

hospice

hospital

house for sale

inn

jail

jeweller

kindergarten

leatherworker

library

locksmith

mail courier

manor house

market

mayor's house

monastery

morgue

museum

music shop

observatory

orchard

orphanage

outhouse

paper maker

pawnshop

pet shop

potion shop

potter

printmaker

quest board

residence

restricted zone

sawmill

school

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sewer entrance

sheriff's office

shrine

silversmith

spa

speakeasy

spice merchant

sports stadium

stables

street market

tailor

tannery

tavern

tax collector

tea house

temple

textile shop

theatre

thieves guild

thrift store

tinker's workshop

town crier post

town square

townhall

toy store

trinket shop

warehouse

watchtower

water mill

weaver

well

windmill

wishing well

wizard tower