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It's really helpful(^_^)

Hey guys! As a writer myself, it’s hard to have a lot of resources for writing in one place. That’s why I decided to create this masterpost, and maybe make more if I find future resources. I hope you like it, and expect to see more masterposts like this in the future!

Generators

Character

Appearance Generator

Archetypes Generator

Character Generator

Character Traits Generator

Family Generator

Job/Occupation Generator, (II)

Love Interest Generator

Motive Generator

Name Generator

Personality Generator, (II)

Quick Character Generator

Super Powers Generator

Names

Brand Name Generator

Medicine Title Generator

Name Generator

Quick Name Generator

Vehicle Generator

Town Name Generator

Plot

First Encounter Generator

First Line Generator, (II)

Plot Generator, (II), (III)

Plot Device Generator

Plot Twist Generator

Quick Plot Generator

Setting/World-Building

City Generator

Fantasy Race Generator

Laws Generator

Pet Generator

Setting Generator

Species Generator

Terrain Generator

Prompts

Subject Generator

”Take Three Nouns” Generator

Word Prompt Generator

Misc

Color Generator

Decision Generator

Dialogue Generator

Journey Generator

Title Generator, (II), (III)

Some Tips

Just a few I found from the writing tips tag!

Writing action / @berrybird

How to create a strong voice in your writing / @collegerefs

How to plot a complex novel in one day! / @lizard-is-writing

8 ways to get past writer’s block / @kiramartinauthor

psa for writers / @dasakuryo

”Write Using Your 5 Senses” / @ambientwriting

How People Watching Improves Your Writing / @wherethetransthingsare

Writing Science Fiction: Tips for Beginners / @fictionwritingtips

Creating Likeable Characters / @authors-haven

Vocabulary

Descriptive words / @somekindofstudent

Words to replace “Said” / @msocasey

Obscure color words / @mintsteelpeachlilac

Words to spice up your stories / @busyibee

Words to describe someone’s voice

Words to Use Instead of Very / @gaybybirth

Touchy Feely Words / @gaybybirth

Some Advice

Stephen King’s Top 20 Rules for Writers

”But my plot isn’t UNIQUE or BIG enough!” / @youreallwrite

8 Things Every Creative Should Know / @adamjk

(How To) Get Over Comparing Yourself to Other Creatives / @adamjk

How to Get Over Common Creative Fears (Maybe) / @adamjk

14 Tips From Stephen King On Writing / @i-can-give-you-prompts

Playlists

Electronic Thoughts / @eruditekid

“Mix About Writing” An Instrumental Mix / @shadowofemirates

Shut Up, I’m Writing! / @ninadropdead

Chill / @endlessreveries

Breathtaking Film Scores / @tweedskirts

Music to Write to Vol. 1: Starlight / @crestadeen

Music for Written Words / @ghoulpatch

Dead Men Tell No Tales / @scamandersnewt

Fatale / @dolcegf

All These Things that I’ve Done / @referenceforwriters

Feeling Soaking into Your Bones / @verylondon

I Can Feel Your Pulse in the Pages / @rphelper

Morally Ambiguous / @scamandersnewt

Wonderwall / @wheelerwrites

Pythia / @mazikeene

Ballet: To Dance / @tanaquil

Websites and Apps

For Writing

ZenPen: A minimalist writing website to keep you free of distractions and in the flow.

The Most Dangerous Writing App: A website where you have to keep typing or all of your writing will be lost. It helps you keep writing…kind of. You can choose between a time or word count limit!

Evernote: An online website where you can take notes and save the product to your laptop and/or smartphone!

Writer, the Internet Typewriter: It’s just you and your writing, and you can save your product on the website if you create an account.

Wordcounter: A website to help check your word and character count, and shows words you’re using frequently.

Monospace: An Android app for writing on the go when you feel the inspiration, but you don’t have your laptop on you!

For Productivity

Tide: An app that combines a pomodoro-esque timer with nature sounds and other noises! (Google Play / Apple Store)

ClearFocus: An Android app with a pomodoro-type time counter to let you concentrate easier and stay productive.

Forest: An app with a time counter to keep you focused and off your phone, and when you complete the time limit, a tree grows in your garden! (Google Play / Apple Store)

SelfControl: A Mac downloadable app that blocks you from distracting mail servers, websites, and other things!

Prompt Blogs

@writeworld

@dialouge-prompts

@oopsprompts

@prompts-for-the-otp

@creativepromptsforwriting

@the-modern-typewriter

@theprofessionalpromptmaker

@writers-are-writers

@otp-imagines-cult

@witterprompts

@havetobememes

@auideas

@putthepromptsonpaper

@promptsonpaper

@fyotpprompts

@otpisms

@soprompt

@otpprompts

@ablockforwritersblock

@awritersnook

Writing Tips Blogs

@writeworld

@anomalously-written

@awritersnook

@clevergirlhelps

@referenceforwriters

@whataboutwriting

@thewritershelpers

@nimblesnotebook

@slitheringink

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Ghost of the Past (aka Sealed with a Kiss)

By: A. K. Rini Uta is watching the burst of water from the fountains at the Italian Garden in Hyde Park. The water gush out and shooting high to the sky, forming shades of rainbow on their tracks. Uta sinks even deeper into his wooden chair, stretching out his long legs to make himself comfortable. He crosses his arms on his chest, humming contently when the warm sunlight caressing his face. It is almost eleven. If it were at his hometown, he’d be sweating ungraciously if he ever decided to sun bathing at this hour. However, here is London. In spring. Like other Londoners, Uta is appreciating every inch of sunlight he can get when the sun is out and shiny. He read the weather forecast this morning, saying it will be sunny all day. He then decided to discard all of his work for an hour or two under the sun. No, this is not him being lazy, he assures himself, but his body needs Vitamin D like everyone does. Uta smiles at the sight of a little boy and girl playing with their dog near the garden fence. It’s a big dog, a St. Bernard, and it is torn between looking after its young masters or to succumb to his instinct for catching the oblivious squirrel not far from them. The little guy is way too busy collecting food than to pay more attention to the dog. Or, he knows that the dog will stick to his training, which is protecting its masters no matter how strong the urge to hunt the squirrel down is. The dog does exactly that. Snorting a bit, the loyal animal turns its head when the little boy gives him a pat and his sister tells them to follow a brunette middle age woman toward a small path aside the Serpentine. Laughing cheerfully, the three humans’ and the animal’s silhouettes are slowly swallowed by the trees as they walk passing the Peter Pan statue. Peter the naïve kid who cherishes puerile dreams and pursues, refusing to grow up. Or, he is simply being brave; being brave to choose what his heart longs for instead of following what the society requires him to be. He is awarded by his dream and becoming the symbol of a prevailing dream. At least he does for Uta. The tall man tosses his head to the headrest and sighs. He always does that whenever he is thinking about how he keeps his dreams alive and how his stubbornness to pursue the said dream made him taking the biggest decision he ever made in his life. Not that he regrets it, not with all the achievements awarding him in his pursuit, telling him that he had done the right thing by coming to this city, living out his dream. He likes London. Since the very first time he stepped down his plane, stepping out the airport door or when he rode down the highway to the city, he has always been enveloped with the warm welcoming atmosphere of the city. It is the same atmosphere with what he used to feel back at his hometown. As he made his stroll in the city, walking in and out the alleys of London, visiting the stores and the squares, the intimate feelings grows stronger. This is the city that embracing differences and letting its people to live in confidence of being unique yet still keeping them in order. However, like any other places, sometimes discrimination does happen. He experienced it once or twice too, since his facial features are anything but to be looked over. He maybe tall, has high nose and cheekbones like a Caucasian, but his skin is tan and his eyes are slightly slanting. He is the result of tolerance of his own nation too, where the genes of three social classes used to be established by the colonial government; the three social classes that were expected to remain distant one to another are running together inside his blood. He is proud of what he is, of what his country has become. He has many friends like himself. They are carrying and living the diversity in their beating pulse proudly. However, sometimes prejudice happened, stereotyping bubbling, discrimination took place. It ripped away his chances for so many times, but he doesn’t bitter. Like his struggle in this city, he just keep pushing his limit and proves himself in contrast with the low expectation those people had for him, proving them wrong. His hometown is struggling with such struggle too. It has always been. However, her people have never been dismayed. Tolerance back home may faces challenge, but just like his dream, like Peter’s, it will always prevail. He has no doubt for it. Uta reaches for his coat pocket and takes out a pink invitation. The said invitation arrived this morning and it sent thrill to his spine. On that meticulously made invitation, printed with curving letters, is the name that he knows all too well. The name is resemblance to his own: Uria. It is his brother’s name. His identical twin brother’s name. His brother is getting married next month. He swipes a thumb over his brother’s and a woman’s name printed beneath his. His brother has found the love of his life and decided to build his own family with her, anchoring himself to the domestic bond. Uta smiles to himself. Uria has always been the responsible one indeed. Ever since they are kids, his brother has always pleased their parents with his obedient trait. Uta, in contrast, is known for his antic. Deep down Uta thinks his parents has prepared their heart to see him spread his wings and flies away from them to pursue his dream like Icarus who was soaring to the sky, flying after the sun. Hopefully, their ends will not be entangled together. “I know you might be here,” a soft voice startles Uta, makes him straightens his body in instance. When he turns around, his gaze meets a fond gaze from a pair of jade orbs. “Millie,” the man clears his throat and makes a room for the petite ginger to sit next to him. “Did you come to drag me back to the studio?” He eyes her suspiciously. Millie laughs and shakes her head, letting her curls dancing mid-air. She stretches her body and takes a deep breath, greedily savouring the fresh air and the warm sunlight. “Nah, I know you. You’ll be back after another hour, and you need to take a break, anyway. You are more productive after some break, so Cecil asked me to come here to give you some company. She did notice I need some break too.” They are sitting in comfortable silent, watching how the world is turning around them. How peaceful it is when people and nature are mingling together. It is neither too silent nor too robust, just a fair amount of lively noise offering tranquillity. After some times, Uta breaks the silent by taking out the invitation and shows it to his colleague. The ginger takes it from his hand and reads it thoughtfully before her eyes widened, dawning in understanding. “This is the reason why you are a bit weird this morning!” She exclaims. “You are contemplating to go home…” Uta chuckles. “I don’t need to contemplate anything, Millie. The second I received the invitation, I knew that I need to go home. It’s my twin brother’s wedding, no matter what. I need to be there for him.” “Are…are you sure? I thought you’ve vowed to never go back, for the city broke your heart for too many times.” Thin bittersweet smile breaches Uta’s face. “I could never hate her, though. She will always be the one place I could call home.” “It always amuses me how you refer your hometown with female pronoun. I thought London makes you feel that way too…” “He does. Both of them do…” “And…, there goes the male pronoun for London,” Millie laughs. “Well, Freud did say that England, principally London, has masculine virtue. He is the very polar of the feminine and seductive Paris. I guess I’m just giving affirmation to his opinion. London is strong, yet it has a condescending nature of a fatherly figure. He lets his children to grow up with their own unique personality, but always keeps them in a certain traditional conformity and self-control.” Millie lets out another fond laughter. “What about your hometown, then? What kind of female figure it was?” Uta’s opal orbs sparks with glint of amusement as he talks. “She is beautiful by nature and had all the potential in the world to build herself with gentle character. However, the colonial government forced her to be strong and bold, to be the melting pot of extreme diversity. In fact, only the boldest of them could survive living there. She is a no romantic also. You will hardly find parks like this there. She is a hard worker. Efficiency in time and work is the ultimate requirement of survival there.” Millie wrinkles her nose. “Seems like a tough city to live in. No wonder you escaped here.” Uta laughs and shakes his head. “I came here to escape the constriction my family laid for me, not from the city. I love her dualism, actually. Because once you see her at night, you could see her initial soft nature all around her. She was forced to be tough to support our country’s growth, but at the same time she is always ready to offer comforts for her children. You could feel it when the twilight is falling.” “I’m not quite understood it. Maybe because I’ve never been there,” Millie cracks an apologetic smile. “However, I understand the constriction you are feeling. My family is like that too, to an extent. Maybe not as hard as Asian family, though. I think that’s how family is. They are just trying to help us walk the path they had been familiar with. However, when we could show them that our path of choice works too, they’ll be supportive.” Uta laughs. “Maybe…" They fall into another silent. The sun is radiant on top of them, but the breeze is teasing them with her cool fingers. Millie sneezes and chases away a pair of doves that approaching them for treats. Uta laughs and offers her his scarf, which she accepts after making a face. Uta smiles again and watching her putting down the scarf. A thought crosses his mind. “Hey, Millie,” he says. Millie raises her head, arching her brows waiting. “Do you want to come with me to see her, to see Jakarta yourself?” **

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The Protector (The Chronicles of Annwn #1) (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/yx012vy9du When The Annwn Empire was destroyed, pieces of her powerful crystal core and some of her descendants were transported to earth. Present day, Abel Lee and his brother Danzel found themselves entangled in the middle of complex rivalry of supernatural power users. They, too, had to deal with one dark power that defiling humanity by transforming corpses into powerful monsters. Abel stood as the defender of humanity, the protector of the civilians, while Danzel fell in love with a mysterious girl that might not stand on the same side with his brother. Moreover, as their journey went farther, they found out that there might be darker secrets about their past and family, and how it all started from the Annwn Empire royal family affairs.