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[kailytellsstories]

Greetings! Here’s who I am.

Hello! My name is Kaily and I like to tell stories. Due to certain current world events I’ve recently had a lot more time on my hands, and I’ve decided to finally write a book I started two years ago. Science Fiction and Fantasy are my favorite genres to read and write. I’m also a sucker for mythology from any culture. Basically, the momomyth is my jam.

I’m a 21 year old woman, about to graduate from college in Texas, where I’ve lived my whole life. I majored in English, unsurprisingly.

I also love art! My dream job is to be dual writer-illustrator. In addition to writing updates and inspiration, I plan to post my art progress here as well. Hopefully I’ll be able to capture personality and likeness to a level where I am confident in drawing some of the characters in my stories. Here’s some of my sketches. 

[delphicoraclecatss]

SHOW AND TELL - CAMP NANO 2020

Week Two: Act Two

Show:

Looking down at their hands they saw the black ink like skin and sharp claws curled into fists. Slowly and carefully they opened their hands and saw the indents in their palm, thankfully not bleeding. Several deep breaths later they watched their hands return to normal, pale with nails bitten to the quick.

They were leaving the moment they turned eighteen, that was a given, their parents had left them enough money that they would be able to get an apartment if necessary. Now, months after leaving they weren’t sure if they wanted to go back to Saga, so many memories, not all of them good.

The school was far more modern than their previous one and much larger, they already dreaded trying to find their way around. They shifted their bag back up from where it had been slipping and headed inside.

Tell:

1. How are your characters adjusting to their new world? Only one of my characters has been introduced to a new world so far but they hate it and can’t wait until they can leave because things can’t go back to normal

2. Has anything happened that you didn’t see coming? Yes, two of my characters evolved into more of a threat to my characters which prompted more characters to be created as antagonists and really raised the stakes of my story.

3. What has been your favourite moment/s so far? The introduction of two of  my characters to each other was very fun to write as well as more planning to flesh out my characters.

@thewriteblrarchives, fun as always

Taglist: @ajbrooks-writes​, @roses-raindrops-and-writing​

[lexwritesgayshit]

Wip Introduction: Fire and Ash

Genre: urban fantasy, New Adult

POV: Third Person Omniscient

Themes: found family, Gods and demigods, magic

Warnings: mentions of past abuse (non-explicate), alcoholism

Summary:

Humans were naive and irresponsible. That was their greatest weakness, and the reason why Meliora, a demigod, was taken from her human mother and raised among the Gods. It was also the reason that magic was stolen from the humans and protected in the confined caves of the mountain. They expected Meliora to grow up with the same passion to protect magic from humans, but she had other plans.

After Meliora crushes the protective ball and sends magic crashing back down to the humans everything changes. All hell breaks loose as the humans in power find new ways of using their magic to abuse those at their mercy. While Meliora sees no issue with this (after all, it was already happening; has magic really changed that much?) Liv disagrees.

Liv Heron just wanted to live her life in peace, or as much peace as a woman who constantly gets into bar fights can have. With the emergence of magic Liz’s senses are trained to see the evil of the world, and the evil in herself. She searches out Meliora with one goal in mind: take back the magic from humans. But Meliora won’t budge, and Liv won’t leave until she does. The result is a tense relationship between two of the most stubborn women on Earth, and they’re both shocked to find how much the other is changing them each day.

Characters (so far):

Liv Heron - one of the two protagonists, seriously rough around the edges. Lives a hard live and tends to see the worst in people, and in herself.

Meliora - demigod, the other main protagonist, grows up among the Gods but resents their lack of faith in humanity, her other species.

Katos, Ehris, Oliag, Zenor - Gods. Katos is the main god who stole magic and kept it from humans. Ehris is Meliora’s caregiver.

Ram - Liv’s on-again-off-again partner

Taglist: let me know if you’d like to be added!

@thewriteblrarchives @clocksandchaos @v-snippets @sapphospouse @watermelons-writings @mycupofstarsandcoffee @whisperswritings @sapphospouse

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have a shitty powerpoint i made on my wip that i love too much and spent too much time on!!

taglist (shoot an ask or comment to be added/removed):

@dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt @leicawri @annieslibrary @ajbrooks-writes @stardusthufflepuff @minusfractions @dc-writes @whynotwriting

[zwritesstuff]

NaNo Support Show & Tell

this is put on by @thewriteblrarchives​ !!!

Guidelines: Search your NaNo project for any words of your choice under ‘Show’  and try to share at least three excerpts containing them. Then, answer the questions under ‘Tell.’

Week Two: Act Two - Conflict

Show:

No | Why | Don’t | Journey | Ridiculous | Yes | Good | Bad | Try | Attempt | Terrible | Idea | Sad | Happy | Feel | Hurt | Blood/bleeding | Stop | Excited | Heart | Hit | Road | Hide | Door | Careful

1.

2.

3.

Tell:

1. Have you had any Eureka moments?

Not.... really. I’ve had a couple moments where I’ve gotten an idea for a middle scene between major events, but I’ve had the core of the plot in mind before I started, and so far that trajectory hasn’t changed.

2.  On a scale of 1 to 10, how bad is what you have in store for your characters? Have they already experienced some of it? How are they feeling?

Andrew’s in store for a 10 (if 10 is the worst). It’s pretty much going to hit him all at once during the climax, though he’s definitely gotten injured already. No one else is going to hit a 10, but Kasen might get himself worked up to an 8.

3. If you could ask your characters what they were looking forward to, or what they thought of their situation, what would they say?

Andrew doesn’t really have thoughts of the future at this point. He didn’t think he’d ever get to a point in his life where he could sleep without thinking he needed to watch his back, so this is the height of his existence for now. Kasen, I think, would say that he’s looking forward to seeing how Andrew’s ability grows. He’s such a selfish character, but he really wants to know just how powerful and destructive Andrew can become. He wants to have that kind of power by on his side.

[thearchangelwrites]

Week One: Act One @thewriteblrarchives​

Show:

start | choice | sun | see | first | sign | over | because | before | when | went | fair | new | since | remember | back | greet | eyes | toward | feel | shadow | move | light | wonder | ahead

“I’m fine. What are you doing out here?” he asks before he can stop himself. He wants to reach into the air and claw them back into himself, end the conversation before its start and go his separate way from the boy. The boy shrugs.

He doesn’t believe in energies, or in spirits, or in anything Thomas’s honeycomb eyes would want to press all of his love into, but Harley can give a bit of himself to the forest.

The sun is something that is climbing into Harley’s temporal lobe, sweat clinging to the entry wound, and there’s a hand on Harley’s - on Harley’s something, on Harley’s body, somewhere, he can’t really feel it, just the weight, somewhere, pressing down on his skin in a way that’s half comfort and half confusion, but it’s certainly happening.

Tell:

1. What are you most looking forward to in your project? What inspired you to start it?

Emotional conflict!! As for what inspired it, I started a free-write sprint with my siblings (@wildswrites and @tangentwrites) and got a new idea and ran with it!

2. Who is your main character? What is their life like before your story starts?

Harley. Harley Austin was in a depressive rage before he met Thomas Sparks, and Thomas isn’t a cure for depression, but he’s a hell of a distraction. 

3. Where is your story set? Tell us a bit about your world!

A small beachside town in Georgia that has so far not been named! Harley used to live in Athens, Georgia, a city in the northeast of Georgia, closer to the mountains than anything like the southeast town he lives in now. 

[humblefun]

Nano Support Show and Tell

This is part of @thewriteblrarchives Nanowrimo support event going on! I’m so late in answering, but thanks guys for putting this together!

Questions for you:

How long have you been writing? 

I’ve been writing for a really long time. I’d say since about eight or nine, maybe even earlier. 

When you start a project, how do you start? With character, setting, plot, aesthetic or something else?

So, I’m still learning my process to be honest. I guess I start with a very nebulous idea and then just go for it. Probably not the best process, but it’s kinda been working for me.

What’s your favorite part of the writing process?

Seeing the idea I have turn into something more solid. Seeing places where I can set the ground work for forshadowing or some other sort of plot point that will pay off later on. Seeing the way my characters start to grow. 

What genres do you write? 

Adventure and Fantasy for now, but I’d like to branch out to more genres.

Where’s the strangest place you’ve ever written? 

I don’t know really? I tend to write in cafes and the library and my house, and I don’t think any of those count as weird. 

Questions for NaNo:

Have you participated in NaNo or camp NaNo before?

I have! So I did camp both times last year and also Nano. 

What made you decide to join up?

I really love the community. Everyone is always so kind and supportive and it’s really awesome to be a part of something like this. I also really love how motivated it makes me. I have a lot of trouble actually starting things. So having NaNo really makes me sit down and start putting words on paper and I love that.

What are you most excited about/looking forward to?

Making progress with my novel. Seeing the story unfold. Also, talking to fellow writers!

Anything you’re a bit nervous about?

Everything! But that’s just my nature and the excitement is, for the most part, overriding the nervousness so I’ll call it a win. 

Have you done a lot of preparation? Or none whatsoever?

Somewhere in between. I definitely could have done more. I’m kicking myself for not doing more, but I’m here now and I’m going to make the best of it. 

Do you have a workspace, schedule, or daily goal?

So, I have my desk at home. Or the dining room table at my grandma’s house. Or the library tables as my workspace. I’m working on schedule, but I try to write in the afternoon after I finish work. 

I want to try and get to 50,000 early if I can, because I’ll be helping out my cousin for the last week of the month with her business, so I won’t have much time to write. So I’m trying to do 2,000 words a day. So far, I have not met that goal, and I’m actually just behind in general, but it’s alright. I’ll get there.

Questions for your wip:

What’s your NaNo wip titled? 

Still working on a title tbh.

Tell us a bit about your NaNo wip! For example the plot, genre, themes...

I’ll say this: a girl and her friends fall into a magical world. While trying to get back, she grows to accept change and let go of anger.

What is your protagonist like?

Spunky.

Have you been planing it for a while? Conversely, do you know anything about it yet?

Yes and no to both questions. There’s a lot I’m figuring out as I go, and a few things that are set in my head as stuff that’s going to happen no matter what. A lot of the rising actions remain a mystery to me, but I’m eager to see where I go this month.  

[silenciawrites]

Show and Tell: Week 3

Thanks to @thewriteblrarchives for the tag!

(…why yes I do have exams to study for, which is why I am finally catching up on my tag games, shhhh.)

Show:

Sudden | Wait | Happened | Surprise | Race | Beat | Wind | Slam | Appear | Swept | Fire | Fled | Danger | Power | Never | Always | Gone | Now | Break | New | Help | Keep | Hide | Back | Go

1. Fire

Then look, says Other, and see.

Aza takes a breath that, in Hearrtespace, she doesn’t really need and opens herself to the magic of her Hearrte. The threads blaze around her, like she stands in the centre of a spider’s web, and she gazes into eternity. It’s enough to overwhelm a mortal mind—and indeed, the first few times she’d done it, it had overwhelmed her too—but she’s more used to it now than she had been in those early childish days, and she does not falter. She looks toward the future and draws an image of the Visionaries into her mind as she’d seen them last: calm and patient and—

The light burns her eyes, heat sears her skin and distantly, she hears screams that echo like faraway sounds of war. Burning, she realizes faintly, she’s burning, the church is on fire and there’s nowhere to safely run—her room, her safety, is ablaze and she’s never been anywhere else. Run, child, Other urges, panicked and afraid, run, you must live, you are the last—

2. Gone

The hallway’s twists and turns are already becoming more dear, more familiar, and she finds her way down to Aza’s door with no trouble at all. As she reaches it, though, a terrible anxiety reaches out and grabs her by the throat--she’ll be gone, it’ll be the same again, they’ll know I was here and they’ll take her and she’ll be gone—

She bangs on the door with perhaps unnecessary vehemence, and the startled little cry on the other side relieves the anxiety but brings immediate guilt in its place. “Sorry,” she says, “it’s just me.”

“Ebony?” The door creaks open slightly, and Aza peers around it. Deep green eyes, too aware to have just woken up, are still wide with surprise, and she’s still wearing that dress. Her skin looks a little damp, like she’s just gotten out of the shower, but her hair is dry. “It’s--what time is it?”

“Late,” Ebony admits. She hadn’t realized that Aza probably has no real sense of time passing, in a room with no windows. The thought sets her deeper into her determination. She’s going to get her out.

3. Break

“Where is it?” hisses a voice from behind her.

She’s struggling enough as it is; the extra blow from behind is enough to send her to her knees. As she skids in the dirt, something warm and wet trickles down her back, and she grabs for some kind of purchase. The rock that she comes up with breaks her fall somewhat, but also catches her fingers, ripping away two of her nails down to the quick. Rolling, she manages to use the momentum to get back to her feet. 

The man--boy--he’s about her age--staring at her isn’t the man in grey as she’d feared. “What are you—” she gasps. It’s suddenly rather hard to breathe. He’s got something shiny in one hand and for a second she’s terrified it’s crystal, it’s a crystal shard, it’s Aza’s—

But no, it’s a knife. Long and slim-bladed, quite pretty actually, and—

“Did you fucking stab me?”

 Tell:

1. “Have you had some unexpected events in your writing that surprised you? Any new character or item to appear from nothing? Conversely, has anyone or anything dropped off the map? How did you respond?”

About halfway through Part 1, I realized that Ebony owns a charm that was given to her by…let’s just say by a friend. It allows her, among other things, to see magic as it’s used. Made a few later chapters a lot more straightforward!

2. Have you had any unexpected connections between former and later events? Anything you didn’t realise you’d foreshadowed?

I’ve never really been that person who accidentally foreshadows things, though I am very jealous of how effortlessly they work these things in! If there’s foreshadowing in my work, it’s on purpose, and I probably spent an hour agonizing over whether it was too blatantly obvious. (And it probably was, oops.)

3. What part are you most excited to write? What part that you’ve already written are you the most excited about?

Honestly, I’m thrilled to write Part 3. The entirety of Part 2 is being written so that I can get to Part 3. When will Part 3 come back to me I’m tired of Part 2 and I’m only two chapters in. I want my girls reunited. Of the parts I’ve already done, I think my favourite is the fire at the church. Probably because it’s the only real action scene I’ve done. :/

[trashplanetsandmagicforests]

Hi! I am Julia, 24, and I have finally decided to introduce myself, my work and my writeblr! Apart from writing in my freetime I am a journalist, director and author for science TV documentaries. I live in southern Germany and write primarily in german.

I am also a massive nerd who enjoys reading, gaming and pen and paper roleplay games.

My genres:

science fiction

contemporary fantasy

young adult/ all age

Current WIP:

Kath’torok: After God and Satan decided to bury their old feud and destroy boring humanity, a philantrophic demon tries to find a way to save the stupid humans she grew quite fond of. After she gets stopped by a misantrophic teenage human with otherworldy abilities and is robbed of her demonic powers, she and the human have to find a way to work together.

Apart from talking about my WIP and rambling about my writing process I also post/ repost writing advice, inspirational quotes/pictures and writing motivation! If you want to, introduce yourself in my inbox, I would love to get in contact with other young writers!

[planets-and-prose]

Week Two: Act Two - Conflict

Thanks to @thewriteblrarchives​ for this awesome game!

Show: (Post excerpts from your wip with the following words)

No | Why | Don’t | Journey | Ridiculous | Yes | Good | Bad | Try | Attempt | Terrible | Idea | Sad | Happy | Feel | Hurt | Blood/bleeding | Stop | Excited | Heart | Hit | Road | Hide | Door | Careful

(Have some of the excerpts that I like best, bolded are all the words in my manuscript!)

No

A scribble later, Seri signed it and pressed her hands to her sister's body. Though no one had told her how to use magic, though she had no experience, the healing came nearly as naturally as breathing. She pictured the wounds sealing themselves up, and very slowly, Seri saw silver magic weave itself over her sister's body. It curled around the wounds like stitches, brought the flesh together, and then disappeared. The arrows that still remained in Vandita's body clattered to the cobblestone road. Seri's heart raced, her head swam, but her hands were warm with power as the silver magic danced from her fingertips. For once in her life, for a single time since her marriage, since her impending departure, she felt as if she had full, intoxicating control.

Don’t

Hikari threw their arm around Codell, and Codell made a face. However, after a moment, Hikari took mercy and moved a bit away from Codell, so that Codell could see their signs.

“You enjoy my company, and you know it.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, you’re just the only idiot in this area that can sign.”

“Codell, you wound me,” Hikari chuckled. “Many envy that you alone have the pleasure of my regular company.”

“Which is only because I’m the only one who doesn’t have any interest in having sex with you.” Hikari snorted.

“You aren’t wrong. Quite frankly, I’m surprised that you haven’t fallen victim to my wiles yet.” Codell snorted into his water.

“I’m surprised that you still think you have ‘wiles’.”

Yes

"Princess Seri, is it?" The man's grin widened as he looked Seri over with his mismatched eyes, one dark brown and one a milky white that seemed to stare into something that Seri would never be able to comprehend. He looked at her like a wolf surveying a wounded rabbit, but as the warmth of Vandita's blood spread over her hands, Seri knew she didn't have the time to be afraid.

"Yes, it's me," she murmured, opting for honesty. "I... I need..."

"Your sister, yes, she doesn't seem to be in the best of condition. I don't have any healing skills myself, I'm but a simple contractor. However...I can provide you with the skills you need. You'll retain them your whole life." He opened his leather bag and pulled out a long scroll. Despite the way it had been stored, it unfurled as if presenting itself to Seri.

Good

Even as Niko looked at Rose, he could see a certain light in her brown eyes, a yearning for something that she couldn't touch. Even as she looked out the window and down Sirisea's main road, to the seemingly endless expanse of forest, she looked poised to leap out. The forest was her home, and she'd get to return, at least for a time. And Niko was excited to accompany her. He'd be among the plants, the things he was most connected to, and Rose would be in her element.

This would be good. It would have to be.

Try

"Can I help?" Amber settled on. It seemed like a harmless question. Gil shook his head and sat next to Amber, wrapping his arms around her. Immediately, Amber tensed, but forced herself to relax. She very tentatively wrapped her arms around her brother, not even letting them rest on him. Controlling her strength was difficult to say the least, and every day, she was afraid that a single touch would hurt Gil. She'd broken glasses in her hands, crushed quills that she'd intended to simply write with. She'd even set a drink down on a desk and ended up cracking the desk and shattering the cup. Thinking about trying to give Gil a gentle hug and snapping his spine... No, no, we don't think about that. It's going to be alright.

Feel

Being amongst the trees was a Heaven that Rose had never imagined could feel this good.

The gentle scent of pines and the sight of trees gently caressing the clouds, combined with the gentle crunching of fallen needles and pine cones as she walked, was nothing short of bliss. It brought her to the calmest points in her life, running as a wolf through the brambles and forest and relaxing among the animals. Animals seemed so much less complex than humans, less judgmental, more easily befriended. Though she couldn’t understand what they said, if they said anything in a language as she knew language, she understood the sentiment.

Heart

“Okay. Let me know if you’re gonna fall over or some shit. You don’t look like you weigh anything, I’ll carry you if I’ve gotta.” I’ll carry you. The phrase threatened to make Rose melt into goo, thinking of feeling Amber’s muscles as she lifted her up, feeling Amber’s heartbeat between her breasts…

“No! I mean! I’m alright, thank you!” Rose squeaked out, wincing at how audibly her voice cracked. Though he didn’t say anything, she could feel Niko giving her a Look, judging her silently for being such a disaster. And she didn’t even have information about anyone he was pining over as collateral. Damn.

Tell:

1. Have you had any Eureka moments?

Yep! but I can’t really say much about them because Big Spoilers lol ;>

2. On a scale of 1 to 10, how bad is what you have in store for your characters? Have they already experienced some of it? How are they feeling?

Oh god, depends on the character? But the average is probably a solid 7? They have definitely already gotten a little of it but there is a big storm coming and they know it.

3. If you could ask your characters what they were looking forward to, or what they thought of their situation, what would they say?

Oh god they’d probably be very annoyed with me for putting them through what they already had, but there would be a general sense of mixed excitement and dread.

[zeta-is-writing]

Show and Tell: Week Two

Sooo, I was tagged for this week by @thewriteblrarchives​, so I’m going to share a few excerpts from my NaNoWriMo project with you guys! All the excerpts contain one or more of these words:

No | Why | Don’t | Journey | Ridiculous | Yes | Good | Bad | Try | Attempt | Terrible | Idea | Sad | Happy | Feel | Hurt | Blood/bleeding | Stop | Excited | Heart | Hit | Road | Hide | Door | Careful

Since I’m writing in German, I looked for german words with the same meaning and made a quick translation to English, containing the words from the list above. I hope that’s fine too.

Also it’s a bit more than 3, because I couldn’t decide, lol.

Irie lächelte traurig, während sie sich wieder in Bewegung setzte. Tara wäre sicher eine gute Freundin gewesen, wenn Irie selbst nicht so absolut widerlich zu ihr gewesen wäre. Das hatte Tara nicht verdient. Tara hatte etwas Besseres verdient als das.

Irie wore a sad smile, as she moved on. Tara surely would have been a good friend, if Irie herself hadn‘t been so nasty. Tara didn‘t deserve this. Tara deserved something better than that.

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Die Priesterin spürte, dass das Herz in ihrer Brust raste. Als sie zum letzten Stoß hatte ansetzen wollen, hatte sie gezögert. Zu grausam war es ihr erschienen, mitansehen zu müssen, wie sie ihn erlegte. Und ihr Zögern hatte ihrem Feind einen Moment gegeben, um sich zu erholen und ihr erneut auf die Pelle zu rücken.

The priestess‘ heart pounded in her chest. When she tried to land the final blow, she hesitated at the very last moment. She had deemed it too terrible, watching herself take down an enemy. Ultimately it had been her hesitation, which allowed her opponent to catch his breath and close the gap between them again.

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Irie biss die Zähne zusammen. Es war nicht schön. Sie hatte nie das Bedürfnis gehabt, irgendwem weh zu tun. Soweit sie zurückdenken konnte, hatte sie immer versucht das zu tun, was andere glücklich gemacht hatte. Aber nicht immer war das auch machbar gewesen oder hatte sich am Ende auch gelohnt. Eigentlich sollte sie sich glücklich schätzen, dass sie nur Monster verletzen musste.

Irie gritted her teeth. It was an ugly situation. She never wanted to hurt anyone. As far as she could remember, she always tried to do what made others happy. But not always had it proven to be feasible, nor worthwile. Actually she should consider herself happy, it was only a monster she had to hurt.

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Eigentlich machte es sie glücklich zu wissen, dass Forest sie für einen wertvollen Bestandteil dieser kleinen Reise hielt. Offenbar wichtig genug, dass es für ihn zusätzlichen Aufwand bedeutete, wenn sie ausgeschaltet war. Woher er diese Ansicht wohl nahm?

In fact, it made her happy knowing, Forest considered her a valuable asset on this little journey. Apparently even valuable enough for it to be bothersome for him, if she were out cold. Where could this oppinion stem from?

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Sie wirkte traurig. Warum dieses ausdruckslose Gesicht? Warum hatte sie ihren Kopf gesenkt und schien ins Leere zu starren? Warum all die Wunden und Schnitte an ihrem Körper? Warum wirkte sie so… geschunden, erschöpft und�� schwach? She looked sad. Why the blank impression? Why did she have her head lowered and stared into space? Why all the cuts and  bruises all over her body? Why did she appear to be so… flayed, tired and… weak?

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Forest schwieg, schloss die Augen und atmete dann tief aus. „Du willst also weitermachen?“ „Ja.“ „Warum?“ „Weil es mein Traum ist, eine Priesterin zu werden und der Welt meinen Nutzen zu beweisen“, antwortete Irie. „Wenn ich das tun kann, indem ich diese Welt nicht aufgebe, sondern verbessere, dann wähle ich diesen Weg. Es gibt kein anderes Leben mehr, zu dem ich zurück kann. Das ist jetzt mein Leben. Das war die Entscheidung, die ich getroffen haben, auch wenn ich sie Tag für Tag bereue.“

Forest remained silent, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. „So, you want to keep going?“ „Yes.“ „Why?“ „Because it‘s my dream, to become a priestess and prove my usefulness to the world“, Irie replied. „If I‘m able to do that, by not giving up on this world, but to make a difference instead, then I‘ll choose this path. There is no other life I can return to. This is my life now. This is the decision I made, even though I regret it every single day.“

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„Aber was, wenn sich nun mehrere Schwache, die alle keinen Anschluss finden, sich zusammentun?“ „Tja, was würde dann wohl passieren?“ Forest stützte seinen Kopf auf das Handgelenk. „Irgendeine Idee?“ „Sie könnten zusammen stärker werden?“ „Das ist ein ziemlich naiver Gedanke, oder?“

„But what if a lot of weaklings, all on their own, band together?“ „Well, what might happen, I wonder?“ Forest leaned his head on his wrist. „Any idea?“ „Together they‘re able to become stronger?“ „A pretty naive thought, don‘t you think?“

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Finally there are also some questions I have to answer!

1. Have you had any Eureka moments?

Uhhh… kinda? I had the Eureka moments during planning, when the structure of the story began to make sense. I usually want to move big obstacles out of the way before writing, while closing minor plot holes as I go on. Also, there‘s this dialogue between Irie and Forest in Chapter 10 (has some excerpts from it above) and I‘m really proud of it, because I think, it does a pretty good job already at explaining both their goals, as well as the issues with society as a whole.

2. On a scale of 1 to 10, how bad is what you have in store for your characters? Have they already experienced some of it? How are they feeling?

I‘d say, somewhere between 7 and 8 for Irie. Being broke and homeless isn‘t exactly nice, also there’s her constant feeling of insecurity and fatique. Tara is a straight up 9, for reasons I still need to explain later on. Forest is somewhere around 6. He just got his ass kicked, but he‘s „fine“ for now. I‘ll make things worse for him soon enough. I‘m aiming for a 10 for all of them, but I need to step up my game for that, lol.

3. If you could ask your characters what they were looking forward to, or what they thought of their situation, what would they say?

„I just… think it would be nice, to have a little more money, you know. Not because there‘s anything in particular I need right now, but just enough, so I can feel… save.“ - Irie

„I wonder, if there‘s a purpose in wanting to change something. I kinda want to find out. Maybe Irie has a point afterall.“ - Forest

„It‘s odd. I‘m with four other adventurers, but I still feel so alone. Like they don‘t even want me to be a part of their group.“ - Tara

Thanks for tagging me! ^-^ This was a lot of fun to do!

[readingbooksinisrael]

Night

The house was loud in the night, or at least Maria thought so. When she mentioned it to her mother and sisters they said they couldn’t hear anything. But at least her youngest sister didn’t laugh at her like her mother and older sister did.

That had happened a long time ago, when she was small. Nowadays, she didn’t tell them anything.-The Dream-Seller, Chapter One

He looked at Maria expectantly, as if waiting for her to come inside and fall asleep nearby as she did every night, but she hovered at the entrance of the cave, before the remains of the fire the Dream-Seller had stamped out before they left.

She’d trusted the Dream-Seller, but he’d let her down when the woman had spoken of her so casually, as if she weren’t there. She’d thought he of all people would understand-after all, people often acted like quiet people weren’t there, even more so than they did to children. 

Besides which, she didn’t understand why he trusted the woman.-The Dream-Seller, Chapter Three

She crept as quietly as she could to the cave entrance and peeked out. The Dream-Seller was standing next to the fire, wrapped in his cloak. Next to him was the woman who had appeared so suddenly the night before. At her feet a little boy-younger than the one Maria had encountered, that one had been about her age, this one was about five years old-played with a cat that would dance out of the reach of his chubby hands, then dive back in, brushing its whiskers against them.-The Dream-Seller, Chapter Four

There were no more strange detours and as spring began to make way for summer the storms began to come less in the day, though they still thundered and howled outside of their shelters at night.-The Dream-Seller, Chapter Five

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[delphicoraclecatss]

Show and Tell - Camp NaNo 2020

Week One: Act One

Show: 

They opened Instagram and were immediately greeted by an image of their old friends together in the woods that surrounded their old town. Heartache rose up and they fought not to start crying again in public.

It felt like rain should be pouring outside to match the sombre mood permeating through the mostly empty room but instead, the sun was shining through the window without a care.

They had loved photography as a kid, their interest in it may have waned in recent years but they still kept it up occasionally when they saw an interesting tree or pretty flower.

Tell:

1. What are you most looking forward to in your project? What inspired you to start it? This story was inspired by am image i found on pinterest of a girl with green hair and an idea i had floating around my brain of an untrained shapeshifter trying to fit in surrounded by humans. I am most looking forward to exploring my main characters identity given their gender can change and the confusion around the ace spectrum.

2. Who is your main character? What is their life like before your story starts? My main character is Cassandra ‘Cassie’ Sage, they are 17 years old and until a few months before the story started they lived with their parents in a small town full of supernatural beings like them until the death of their parents at the hands of hunters sent them to a human town with relatives where they struggle to fit in, 3. Where is your story set? Tell us a bit about your world! The story is set in modern day Australia though i am ignoring the whole corvid thing for now as it wasn’t a thing when i started planning. In general the world is the same as the real world with the exception of small isolated communities of supernatural beings some native some who came over when Australia was ‘founded.’ Cassie is the later half.

That was really fun, can’t wait for the following weeks, @thewriteblrarchives​

Taglist: @ajbrooks-writes​, @roses-raindrops-and-writing​

[lexwritesgayshit]

Title: Weeping Brentwood

Genres: dark academia, urban fantasy/urban legends, ya/na, gothic, lgbtq+

Themes: found family, diversity, team-one-braincell, misfits, the inner-workings of music majors

Narrative: third-person omniscient

Warnings: mentions of suicide (but not really)

Summary:

On the outskirts of Aurora, NY the small community of Brentwood College is rocked to their core when star soprano Hilda Jameson turns up dead in the abandoned North Tower. The Dean is calling it a closed-case suicide but the community has questions, perhaps the biggest of which is: how did Hilda get into a building that had been locked for over 50 years when the only way in was so rusted over that the cops had to break the door down?

None are more skeptical than the students of the music department. It’s no secret among music majors that Hilda Jameson was an egotistical diva with no shortage of enemies. The unusual circumstances of her death cause students to begin pointing fingers: Was it Jackson Vanderbilt, the obnoxious guitar major who’s distaste for the student body paled in comparison to his hatred for Hilda? Was it Rochelle Williams, the rising contralto whose only hurdle to success was the queen bee herself? Or was it sweet Karlie Jameson, the shy, exceptional pianist who was always overshadowed by her big sister?

When the situation goes from weird to weirder, a group of students team up with their eccentric music theory professor to solve the case before anyone else gets hurt. Soon enough the students begin to question everything about the campus, from the presumably haunted North Tower to the odd sounds trickling over Brentwood Pond late at night. Their exploration brings them to a startling realization: rumors may travel fast on a small campus but secrets travel faster.

Taglist: Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in any updates for this wip!

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[pen-in-hand]

reoite excerpt

Alex watched as the tendons in her hand rippled like waves lapping against the shoreline as her fingers danced on the metal panel to a melody that only she could hear. He thought that perhaps she had been a pianist in another life, her fingers were long and lithe, the tips barely brushing the metal. The movement seemed completely subconscious as her gaze never left the keypad before them. A pause in her rhythm caused him to tense, followed by a disappointed sigh as she shook her head and resumed her rhythm.

Slowly, Alex let his gaze travel up the length of her arm to what little he could see of her face behind her curtain of deep red hair. His mind flew back to when they were younger – when they were on the ground – they would lay in the fields of his family’s farm and watch as the clouds turn a dusky pink, watch as the sky darkened to the deepest blue, watch as the stars slowly appeared, one by one, and the bees that hovered in her hair went home for the night, just as they should.

But those years are long gone. The ground is uninhabitable and Máire no longer knew who he was, or who she was. She had no memory of empty fields or counting stars, the woman before him was a stranger with the face of the love of his life.

taglist: @dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt​ @leicawri​ @annieslibrary​ @ownworldresident​ @stardusthufflepuff​ @minusfractions​ (comment or shoot me an ask to be added!)

[zwritesstuff]

NaNo Support Show & Tell

this is put on by @thewriteblrarchives !!!

Guidelines: Search your NaNo project for any words of your choice under ‘Show’  and try to share at least three excerpts containing them. Then, answer the questions under ‘Tell.’ 

Week One: Act One

Show:

Begin | Over | Before | Lift | Because | Once | Surprise | Day | Night | Eyes | Suddenly | Good | Ask | Phone | Chair | Lock | Light | Look | Below | Until | Wonder | Walk | Call | Normal | Hello

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Tell:

1. “What’s your inciting incident?”

I haven’t decided yet. It’s one of two things:

1. Andrew just arrived in Barsboro, and as he’s wandering around trying to get a feel for the city (before going to the mafia boss and asking for a job) when someone attempts to mug him. Andrew kills the person.

or 2. Andrew walks into the main office of the Hounds and has to use his ability (which he’s been conditioned through fear to not use) to gain access to the boss. 

I feel like option one would set the tone for the story a bit better, and give me an opportunity to explore Andrew’s background and thought processes a bit better, but... it’s not related to the plot at all, so... not sure.

2. “What’s the norm for your main character’s life before everything goes wrong?”

uhhhhhh well, everything went “wrong” for Andrew when he was a kid. He’s never really gotten a break. But his norm before the main plot sets in has definitely been running from his father.

Kasen’s norm before Andrew shows up was just... working for the mafia. Killing people. Y’know, the usual.

3. “What’s your favorite bit of worldbuilding so far?”

I absolutely love the city that I’ve crafted for this. There’s so much history that I put into it that probably won’t even make it into the final draft, but I love it. I made a map and everything. I’ve never created a fictional city before, and I really enjoyed trying to come up with how everything fit together.