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[the-stray-storyteller]

some fucking resources for all ur writing fuckin needs

* body language masterlist

* a translator that doesn’t eat ass like google translate does

* a reverse dictionary for when ur brain freezes

* 550 words to say instead of fuckin said

* 638 character traits for when ur brain freezes again

* some more body language help

(hope this helps some ppl)

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Trying to name the series Forged in Red is a part of.

WHICH ONE SOUND INTERESTING?

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I made an insta account to advertise my book.

Never thought I would have an insta for my writing but here I am.

PLEASE FOLLOW ME.

HERE IS THE LINK

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also the fires in question:

So the harvest fires are still going on around my college every night from around 8 there is always a roaring tower of flames. And I am inspired by it. I don't know how I just am.

Harvest fires were the closing of an old wound, the final breath of a dying season. Flames licked at the fields like greedy tongues, devouring the husks of a past that no longer served. Smoke coiled into the sky, thick and heavy, carrying whispers of toil and prayers for rebirth. The earth burned not in anger, but in ritual—an offering of ash so the soil could cradle life once more. Fire was both destruction and needlework, searing the land only to stitch it back together with the first rains, the embers settling like scattered gold in the darkened soil.

*evil laughter* hehehehehe

[the-stray-storyteller]

So the harvest fires are still going on around my college every night from around 8 there is always a roaring tower of flames. And I am inspired by it. I don't know how I just am.

Harvest fires were the closing of an old wound, the final breath of a dying season. Flames licked at the fields like greedy tongues, devouring the husks of a past that no longer served. Smoke coiled into the sky, thick and heavy, carrying whispers of toil and prayers for rebirth. The earth burned not in anger, but in ritual—an offering of ash so the soil could cradle life once more. Fire was both destruction and needlework, searing the land only to stitch it back together with the first rains, the embers settling like scattered gold in the darkened soil.

*evil laughter* hehehehehe

[the-stray-storyteller]

OC questionnaire tag

Thankyou @lukas-wrld

This tag game is new to me. ALSO SUPER FUN!

📝 Answer the questions provided from your own OC's perspective. Then create new questions for those tagged to continue the game.

INTRODUCING MAY-05 FROM FORGED IN RED!!!

What is the best life advice that you carry around you wherever you go?

"You don’t get to choose what happens to you. But you do get to choose what you become because of it. And if you hesitate too long, someone else will make that choice for you. And....try to find someone you can trust and hold on to them so tightly that...it makes for them the killing easier...because it wasn't easy killing for Verity."

If you were to go on a DnD campaign as you were, what would your race, class and best skill be?

"As myself? No pretending, no fantasy nonsense? Fine. I guess I’d be classified as a Human (Variant)—because apparently, being enhanced doesn’t make me anything special in your little game. Class? Fighter. No magic, no tricks—just training, survival, and knowing exactly where to put a blade. Best skill? Stealth. If you see me, I already messed up. Intimidation comes in second—because sometimes, the right look can do more damage than a sword."

What is the thing (decision, activity, creation, etc) that you're most proud of? Why?

"...Proud? I don’t—" She exhales sharply, rolling her shoulders like she’s trying to shake something off. "I don’t really think about things that way. Most of what I’ve done isn’t exactly something you brag about. If I stop to feel anything about it, it’s usually regret, not pride."

There’s a pause—then a small, sharp disgusted smirk.

"But I guess if I had to pick… surviving. Staying ahead. Making sure I never end up like the ones who couldn’t keep up. That, or the time I took down an opponent twice my size, blindfolded, with a broken rib. Not bad for a ‘hero,’ right?"

Keeping this an open tag because assignments and procrastination.

Here are the questions:

Someone tells you that, years from now, you’ll be remembered as either a hero or a villain. Which do you think it’ll be—and does it even matter to you?

What’s one thing you secretly wish you could have, even if you’d never admit it out loud?

You’re given an unlimited budget to throw a party—but you have to actually enjoy it. What’s the plan?

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

It has been way too long. How is everything going?

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Find the Word Tag

Thank you @mjparkerwriting for tagging me!

Every time I get one of these, I remember that I'm not adding words to my original works T~T went back to unpublished chapters from ye olde fanfiction for this one

body

I breathed in deeply, the faint tingle of magic accompanied by a vague spicy scent flooding into my body, calming me from the annoyance I had been feeling earlier.

wish

“Yup. Wish I could show you, but the pictures are backed up on my pc,” I shrugged. He shook his head in response, shoving his hands into his hoodie pockets as we progressed.

stars

I turned back to the car behind me and found the pair of them gazing at me with starstruck expressions. The hands on my hips flopped to my sides as I was overcome with bashfulness.

empty

That made everyone scramble and in a few moments, the space was empty, leaving behind nothing but their litter and a sour taste in my mouth.

swallow

I swallowed quickly, shifting my attention to Papyrus who was watching me as he ate his own sandwich. “Chef Papyrus makes a mean sandwich.”

Damn. I have the urge to continue this fic now

Anyway, gently tagging @aalinaaaaaa @the-stray-storyteller @hero-coded and open tag to anyone interested!

Your words are:

whisper creak gift light wander

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Find The Word Tag

@lukas-wrld thankyou so much!!!

It's been really long since I have done a tag game.

Taking my soon to be published (hopefully within the next 6 months) wip Forged in Red.

Whisper:

Dec pulled me down, both of us were crouched behind a crate. I leaned towards Dec, lowering my voice to a whisper. “You stay here and make sure they don’t go away. I will go get the others.” I started to move but Dec’s hand shot out, grabbing my wrist. Her eyes narrowed and cold, she shook her head slowly. Her mouth was set in a firm line. A scolding expression on her face.

Creak:

The sparse furniture made it easier to move around for the fight. The decrepit wooden floor creaked as I shifted my weight to the other foot. I could hear the muted dripping of blood from my wound and the loud heaving breaths of my tired opponent. The man in front of me was a whole foot taller. His body marred with scars, memorials from the time he had been one of the best soldiers in the Red War. His eyes were bleary and red but a sharpness lingered in them.

Gift:

So...turns out. In the span of nearly 110K words I have not used the word gift. This is a cruel world. So...here is a unedited excerpt from the second book of the series.

It had been seven years since the war ended. It felt so long ago but at the same time I could remember it like it was yesterday. Somewhere in between, escaping the Facility and now, I had turned seventeen. Edwin had wished me in a low whisper at twelve in the night from the bunk below mine. My gift from him had been an almost new looking shirt he had found in the donation box. 

Light:

I let HS2 surge through me. The lights went from blurry to focused. The alarm sounds became distant. My mouth felt dry but my breathing was even. Everything seemed so calm, like I was floating on water. Feb turned his back towards me, not wanting to see the possible disaster. I hoped he wouldn’t have to see it. I jumped. A moment of weightlessness. I felt air ruffling through my clothes. Bent knees to absorb impact. My feet made contact with the ground. I crouched before my body could take the full force of the momentum.

Wander:

I forced my eyes to wander the place. There was a lack of guards, I counted only fifteen. This place was definitely underground. There was a silhouette of a woman leaning against the railing surrounding the top of the pit. Silver, black, cold and familiar. Beside her stood another figure, long limbed and chin held high. My teeth clenched and my stomach boiled. I opened my mouth and dug my teeth into the hand clasping my mouth. The guard hissed in pain backing away from me. I pushed my elbow into the other's ribs and grabbed the gun strapped to his hip.

Tagging: @thetruearchmagos @mapplesand @enne-uni @hellfyri and open tag

Your words: Short, Bleary, End, Surge, Silver

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Everyone is so weird about people who cry easily. Fellas, is it evil and manipulative to *checks notes* have an involuntary stress response?

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Trying to sound aesthetic af. Is it working?

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Too many writers are using generative 'AI' to make their book covers, so I've written a guide on how to make your own cover for free or cheap without turning to a machine.

If you can't afford to pay an artist, you CAN make your own!

I hope this is a helpful overview that covers the basics and points to some free resources.

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Ok so turns out all my blockmates (neighbors) don't know what a aromantic or demiromantic is. Which is okay, fine. But when I try to explain it to them. One person says "you haven't met the right person yet".

Like they are the sweetest people alive but for the sake of god please listen to me for a second.

My roommate thinks aromatic = friends with benefits

And Idk how to explain to her that it's not like that

🥲

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My roommate thinks aromatic = friends with benefits

And Idk how to explain to her that it's not like that

🥲

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*covered in blood* I'm literally fine guys. im still funny. Would you like to hear a joke Im going to tell you a joke

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he makes me so happy and so profoundly sad at the same time