#writingwip

[rhokisb]

The large man looked down at the half-Orc and frowned, “And she’s sure that you’re the ones for this quest.”

“In the flesh, as it were.” Dank said, tilting his head like a child. The man shook his head, “Gods help us all.”

“Do you want to be my friend?” Orlogg asked and the group groaned.

“Not particularly, no?” The man replied. The half-Orc gazed into the flames and said nothing at that. “You all do realize that you’re meant to be the ones to save the world, do you not?” Vestare puffed her cheeks and sat down next to Orlogg, extending her hands towards the flames.

~Day 43 of Weyard snips~

[author-ml-mckenzie]

A snippet from my work in progress, The Curse of Being Gifted. 

[thecontemporarychangeling]

Love knows no bounds, not even those of the natural world.

So this blog is mainly for me to keep track of my progress as a writer and author of my dearest project, a fantasy-romance book, on which idea I've been writing on for the last 8 years.

I used to think that its a passion for my very own closet alone and I kept it hidden like a precious gem. Though it was probably for the best that no one got to see those messy first drafts, I am now at a point where I can imagine talking about it. I don't expect anyone to have interest in it, but I sure do like thinking about it and I believe a blog is a great way to start.

I'm using midjourney to create characters, places and moods. For all I can say that although I hope there is a way that the artists that provided all the data for it to learn from are in someway compensated, I am very thankful for the opportunity of creating visuals based on my own prompts. I attached a few - let's see if they stick around until the books are published or if I will change them soon.

Have a great day everyone. Choose to be kind.

"There's something undeniably magical about falling in love with a supernatural being."

[pale-moonyart]

I’m Finally Starting To Seriously Write The Story. Planning And Details Started Tonight. It’s Even All Colour Coded. ______________________ #story #write #writing #writersofinstagram #originalcharacter #originalstory #wip #writingwip #stories #oc #ocs #originalcharacters #notebook #planning #storyplanning #autisticwriter #begginerwriter #newstory #faeandfiáin #irishfolklore #irishwriter #fairy #folklore #irishfairy #celticfolklore #irishstory #puka #kelpie #gelpen #characterplanning https://www.instagram.com/p/CnQM0xPIQ7h/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[travelingcamera95]

Some quotes from my book 2 WIP.

[kiwi-star11]

🔥☯️⛩️My KFP Project Notebook!⛩️☯️🔥

#KungFuPanda #KungFuPandaParody #fanfiction #project #kungfupanda2 #kungfupanda3 #kungfupanda4 #writingWIP #writingprocess #OCinsert #reader #writer

Project: Rise Again From Ashes

Context: About a otherworldly human girl who ends up in the KFP universe just to learn martial arts and relearns what was claimed to be "lost" before returning back to where ever or whenever she came from.

I'll post my characters elsewhere with links to their bios and basic info. But I'll post the stories on Ao3, Tumblr, Wattpad, and maybe even Guilded.

[raywritesstories]

[image description: an orange full moon partly covered by the silhouettes of bushes over a dark blue sky. in the centre, white serif font reads “writeblr introduction.” / end id] [image via @avakrahn​] 

INTRODUCTION.

about me.

my name is ray. i’m 26 years old. she/her. i live in new york city, and am an mfa student concentrating in fiction.

i studied law in the u.k. and the u.s. and hated it in both places.

i write literary fiction, magical realism, and fantasy.

i am obsessed with beautiful prose.

i currently have several WIPs which i will begin posting about here. 

other random tidbits about me:

i am a semi-competitive pokemon player and was the president of my undergraduate university’s pokemon club.

i am obsessed with animals of all kinds. especially dinosaurs, cats, fish, and bugs. i have 11 fishtanks.

i play magic the gathering.

i love fashion, but only the slow kind. i have been shopping 100% slow fashion for over seven years. i tried to be a fashion blogger once and failed. 

i decorate cakes.

i have terrible taste in music.

i hate planning trips, but am excellent at packing for weeks in only a carry-on.

i would really love some writing friends! just drop a follow or a message and let’s chat about writing or whatever.

[swampertspawner]

Château Crépuscule (wip)

Context: Hannah is my drow shadow sorcerer that I'm currently playing in a campaign. She is the princess to an evil kingdom, which is essentially fascist fake France. Hope you enjoy!

Hannah walked through the halls of Château Crépuscule, a small, spiky ball in her hand she played with as she went. There was no particular reason to her going through the castle; her studies for the day were complete and she wasn't interested much in reading their library. Despite being a younger elf, she still thought herself capable enough not needing to read any more than she needed to. Even if she did want to sit down and read, the words seemed to escape her and eventually she started staring into space until she snapped herself back into reading and absorbing. That was too much trouble, she thought, and was restless enough most of the time that going around the castle was a better use of her energy.

As she walked, she eventually came upon a large window that opened to the vast underground city of Minuit. Despite being underground, freshly fallen snow managed to fall gently down into the streets. We all have grandmother to thank for that, she thought to herself, I must say it's quite the pretty sight. She leaned onto the windowsill, staring out into the distance and sighing. I still wish Father would let me outside the city, at least. I'm nearly 102 already, surely he'd think I'm old enough.

"You seem to be more bored than usual, sister," a voice piped up from behind her. She turned around, seeing a bright face she detested and a smile she liked to loathe coming up from a few feet away. "Hello, Olivier," she replied to her brother. "Don't you have peasants you need to be feeding?"

Olivier simply laughed it off, though the smallest trace of a cringe evident in his eyes. "Well mother's relief operation isn't for a few days, so no. I won't be feeding any until then." Hannah rolled her eyes as she faced back out of the window, her brother joining beside her.

"What is it about those overdwellers you like so much anyway? It's not like they're worth the queen's time, let alone the crown prince's."

Olivier raised an eyebrow to this "And what makes them unworthy, pray tell?"

[a-d-silver]

⁣Hey guys, 🖼🎨🖼🎨🖼🎨🖼🎨🖼🎨⠀ It's been a while since I did a WIP update and after doing some outlining I have realised that l only have 9 more chapters to go before l finish the 2nd draft of my WIP 😆 Also this painting was made by my sister ( @emmasilveira227 ) who gave it to me as a birthday present, l love it so much that l just had to share it. 😍⠀ ⠀ ⁉️How far along are you on your WIP? ⠀ #wip #writingcommunity #writing #aspiringauthor #amwriting #bookcommunity #pinting #artphotography #paintings #amwritingfantasy #amwritingfiction #amwritingromance #a.dsilver #writinginspiration #writingwip #bookstagram #writersofbookstagram #writersofinstagram #writersofig #indiwriter #bookideas #photo #photographer #artoftheday #artist #loveartwork #writingprocess #books #outdoorphotography #wolfpainting (at Sydney, Australia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CTWJ94AvIQG/?utm_medium=tumblr

[skiiwriting]

Excerpt:

Rebel (working title)

Chapter One: Could Have Been Me

*mild gore warning below the cutoff*

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Humanoid shadows move about in alleyways as I reach closer to downtown, though I’m mostly left to my own devices. I am not the usual target for ladies of the night. I’ll get a call once in a while, though. While I’ve been tempted, I know I have neither the money nor the iron will to go through with anything much. One woman wears a sea green top and ripped white pants that reach her upper thigh, if you can even call them pants. They look like denim underwear briefs. She compliments my jacket, which I respond with a curt; “Thank you,” before continuing on my way. Not twenty yards away, there is a girl with tan skin, brown hair and long, toned legs giggling and clinging to the arm of an unattractive man older than my father. Her clothes detail her job. The navy blue bralette with lace straps and the faded black pants studded with metal make it all too obvious. I hope it is at least worth her while. You could pay me no amount of money to entertain spoiled, old men. 

My slow, leisurely walk turned into a jog, and then a full-fledged sprint as I got closer and closer to downtown. I ran through a large puddle of mud and it sprayed my boots, some getting on the outside of my shins. Grabbing my bag to keep the clasp from coming undone, I held it close to my chest. I wasn’t about to lose my sketchbook yet. It’s not like we could quite afford another one at the moment, so until we had extra, I’d have to continue the already crammed-full pages. 

When I can see the pale yellow confectionary store with the peeling gold letters stuck to the large window that showed an array of hard candies and small pastries, I branched off down the road, going down an alleyway between a row of shabby apartments and a sewing factory. 

The alleyway was devoid of other life forms, which let me breathe a sigh of relief. Smoke poured from chimneys in the apartments, and trash littered the alleyway. I skirted around a bag of garbage that smelled as if it had sat in the sun for a few days. Eyes straying to the ground, I saw a cat, or what was left. It was an awfully pitiful thing, long dead with a large gauge in its side. Flies buzzed around the wound, resting in the blood-matted ginger fur and on a sliver of bloody white which I realized was a rib. Its mouth and eyes were open as if it had died of shock. I curled my lip and looked away. Poor creature. 

Continuing on my way, I knocked on a windowsill, leaning back into my left hip. When there was no answer, I tapped on the glass only louder this time. 

The boy who came to the window has obviously just woken up, half of his sandy blonde hair sticking up at an odd angle and he moved with slow, sluggish movements. “What’dya want?” He slurred his way through his words as if he were still half-asleep.

“I need to talk to your mom. Is she awake?”

[planetgaypanic]

yall wanna hear about my WIP

no?  well you dont get a choice 🙃 

essentially it’s a revisionist retelling of the story of the devil.  i think it’s time that non-religious people starting looking at the bible/christianity from a scholarly POV.  i’m an atheist.  however i’m not here to disrespect the bible or christians and i intend to do my share of research to portray your religion and bible respectfully even though some of you ✨don’t bother to be respectful with other cultures or religions✨ 

anyways my idea comes from the fact that the early christian church used elements of ancient non-christian religions to make it appear more fearful.  the symbol of a horned god can be linked to a number of ancient deities, including the greek god pan.  if you look at the names of some demons, many of them can easily be linked to god/deities from other religions. and the very same goes for the devil.  in fact, we only think of the devil by the name of Lucifer because of a translation error made in the 17th century in the king james bible.   

the name Lucifer comes from the latin word lucifer, which was also the name of the deity who was the personification of the morning star in roman mythology (in greek myth he was phosphorus).  the same can also be said for the name of devil being satan.  like lucifer, it was also a word rather than a name, it meant “adversary”. anyways, my story follows the god phosphorus.  he is the personification of the morning star along with other pagan gods, who represent the natural elements.  one day, they are killed by a newer and more powerful being - god.  he spares phosphorus, changes his name to lucifer, and lets him live among his angels as the angel of light.  anyways long story short, adam, eve, and the demon lilith are involved and dante alighieri gets a cameo at the end 

anyways dm me or rb if you’re interested or if you have any recommendations for sources/similar works.  

[rhokisb]

“We were only here for the gold these two idiots promised. Perhaps you are mistaken, and it is really these two who are the problem?” Shenzu argued, his tail swishing against the ground behind him. Sheba shook her head, “I’m afraid not, Warrior. The myth foretells a group of six, destined to save all Weyard from the unnamed.”

“The unnamed what?” Dante asked.

“We, those of us who are ancient, do not speak of it. It is far more likely that the darkness of the nameless is responsible for the event in Garo than anything else. You wander along a path towards the eye of the sleeping one, and should it be awakened, everything will end. The first step to you not disturbing the unnamed is to not know of it.”

“It’s a nameless beast? I can strike it down.” Armand hoisted his war hammer as it crackled with energy. Sheba shook her head.

“I admire your strength. But you do not understand. Some things were locked away long ago for a reason. This should never have come to pass, yet was always written to. The one you seek has upset the balance, learned too much, and hungers for more. Until they are stopped, this world will know nothing but suffering.” She went to a nearby apple tree and picked a ripe, red apple. Holding it in one light green hand, the apple withered and decayed within seconds.

“This is a crude example of what the unnamed will do, should it be allowed to escape. Not a soul alive will be able to stop it or fight against it should it be unleashed. In all my years, I never thought I would live to see the day where the Six should be standing in front of me.” Orlogg used his hand and bumped Dante in his thigh, mouthing “the Six” at his friend. Dante rolled his eyes, “Look, I appreciate all the chatter and the insistence that we are some band of heroes who can stop a great evil, but to be honest: I’m a whore. This is a whole lot of not bed-work for you to be directing at me. That’s not what I’m really about, and this one,” He pointed at Orlogg sitting beside him pulling grass from the ground, “He’s half an idiot and a herbalist. You’ve got the wrong people, at least with us two. Maybe the drunkard, too.” Vestare swore and spit on the ground, glaring at Dante.

~Day 32 of Weyard snips~

[author-ml-mckenzie]

The mood board for my Project Marilyn-Elizabeth. 

[thebookishlydiaries]

I’m Dangerous.

The only way I can save her is by not knowing her at all.

The closer she gets to me the more danger I put her in.

I'm not normal. I’m not like her.

[bestwishes86]

Queen of the Laura's

The pair of adults sat opposite each other in a booth in the non smoking section of Laura's Roadside diner. The diner has stood beside the stretch of road leading up to the large forests and mountains where the coal mines and lumber mills live. Providing numerous jobs to the town below. Pastel yellow and while colored walls, decorated with photos of Laura's favorite customers smile out from there simple wood frames. It had been a long time since Laura Mactavish stepped foot into the diner. There was only Crazy Larry taking up two booths for his lecture on Cats as Aliens to the empty seats.

Laura Mactavish had loved Crazy Larry before he had "Seen the Light". Back then his name had been Larry Right, the owner of the thrift store and pawn shop. The "Light" Larry had seen was that of the moonlight glistening off the translucent, nubile bodies of Siren's. They lay across the creek bed under full moons. It wasn't the light that had driven Larry out of his mind, but the fury of an angry Laura. To every manager or owner of Laura's Diner there was a promise that Crazy Larry could eat for free. And he did, not often but he did appear for a stack of pancakes and two boiled eggs.

The current owner of the restaurant, a vivacious thirty two year old strawberry blond woman with jade green eyes and a smart mouth named Vi sat across from David. Her face a mixture of good humor and utter embarrassment. Only a year separated the two in age, but Vi acted as if she were David's adopted big sister.  She sipped her coffee. Black like her heart and spoke after being silent for a good five minutes after hearing David's latest story about Hailey. 

"You're the worst dad ever…" She said as she tipped a cigarette out of her pack of them and lit it. 

"I knowwwwww," David said as he brought his head down hard on the cheap wooden table of the booth, hard enough to make Vi wince.  She blew smoke at him and his olive toned face came up scrunched like a cute Gargoyle and she reached over and squeezed his baby cheeks which made him glare at her. 

"You Can't Smoke here," David grumped as he rubbed his forehead. 

"News Flash Babycakes. I OWN THE PLACE," Vi said and smiled when Crazy Larry applauded her loud voice. He grinned at her and bowed as if she were a queen. 

[travelingcamera95]

Some quotes from my WIP.