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[skyrockinternationalpreschol21]

Every great author once held a crayon. This National Encourage a Young Writer Day, we celebrate the stories waiting to be written — by the little dreamers of today. At Skyrock, we don't just teach imagination — we treasure it. Where stories begin early, and voices find their way to the world.

@skyrockinternational_preschool

[commentarycrochet]

Hello to all PJO fans. I have this blog which is short rants, and dip dives and memes about the Percy Jackson characters and fandom.

I also sometimes mention other Greek mythology retellings. And this blog is still about that.

However, I am starting a new blog today. And it’s more about me. Not in an ego-centric way. It’s just because I’ve already established a community here based on Greek mythology.

And I don’t want to disturb that. But if anyone is interested, my new blog will be more focused on journalism, my options on writing of non myth-related media. And short original stories and updates about the books I will be writing and publishing soon.

I would greatly appreciate any support you guys send my way as an inspiring author.

You can find my new blog at @lilianacooper-futureauthor

[firefamilyconflagration]

Weekly Debrief 165: Stretch

This is the list of the authors and artists who finished this week’s prompt! Title: Christopher’s MiseryAuthor: a_clockwork_of_scars (ScarsLikeVelvet)Fandoms: 9-1-1Relationships: Gen, Background Helena Diaz/Ramon DiazWarnings: Ableist Views, Child Neglect/Abuse, Verbal Abuse, Medical Abuse, Character BashingWord Count: 1,312 Title: Our FutureAuthor: DarkJediQueenFandoms: 9-1-1Relationships:…

[quirkycatsfatstacks]

Review: Once & Future Vol. 1: The King is Undead

Series: Once & FutureAuthor: Dan MoraColorist: Tamra BonvillainPublisher: BOOM! StudiosReleased: March 31, 2020Find it on Goodreads | More Reviews Summary: Duncan thought he had lived a pretty ordinary life. Sure, he had been raised by his nan – but having a different family dynamic isn’t unheard of, right? Unfortunately, it turns out that his grandmother has been holding back the real legacy…

[letstalkbeautyuk]

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[plottwistedstory]

„Was sind wir Beide denn, dass ich den Anspruch erheben könnte, Priorität zu haben.“ 

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[herdragonknights]

Take It, It’s Yours

A new series. A new story. Let’s do this <3

She should be asleep by now.

She shouldn’t have been switching between staring at her phone and the ceiling.

She shouldn’t have been tossing and turning in bed at two AM. because she couldn’t decide whether or not to call her best friend.

It would have soon been three AM. She had class at nine on top of no sleep, all because she was stalling.

After what seemed like a losing battle between common sense and anxiety, she sighed, grabbing her phone, and decided to call them while running her fingers through blue locks long enough to cascade down her back.

Scrolling through her contacts, the bluenette bit the inside of her cheek as she pressed ‘call’ on the only one who could help her.

“Please don’t pick-up…” she whined, rolling onto her stomach.

Despite the time, he was wide awake with his game on mute and controller in hand. Every so often, he turned to check on the lump on his bed, taking off his headphones to make sure he wasn’t making too much noise, then went back to what he was doing. That night was one of the few nights the long haired brunet cared less about sleep. Was his morning class at eight? Yes, yes it was. Did he solve all his problems with dirty bean water? Yes, yes he did.

He didn’t care too much, seeing as he had a good reason.

Resuming his race, the boy jumped when he heard his ringtone “Hips Don’t Lie” by Shakira blare in his ears. Thankfully he paused the game in his panic, but briefly wondered who could have been calling him so early..

It wasn’t until he saw the call that his smile returned. He answered, pulling the mic on his headset down and spoke quietly.

“Yo, Evie, the Queen of my life, what’s poppin’?”

His smile turned into a beam, hearing her groan on the other end. Knowing he was once again responsible for the bluenette cringing brought him joy.

“Never talk to me like that again, Jay.”

He snickered then quickly covered his mouth to check on the lump again.

“Sorry, sorry, wait.”

He couldn’t see her fully, purple hair stuck out from under a covered head. The lump shifted, turning over to bury a face into the fluffiest part of his pillow and hummed before settling back down. Jay then turned back to make sure his game was still muted before responding to Evie.

“What’s up? It’s not like you to be up past ten on a school night.”

“I know, but I have a lot on my mind.”

“Awww, so you come to your one and only?”

Silence. Then a deep inhale followed by, “I should’ve gone to Carlos or Uma.”

Jay bit the inside of his bottom lip to stop himself from bursting into laughter, his chest constricted almost painfully in his attempt.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop, What’s on your mind, princess?”

Jay went back to his game half listening to Evie and half zoning out to beat a level he had been struggling with for a while. But it was only for a moment before a familiar name caught his attention. The brunet let himself crash into a virtual wall, hurrying to disconnect his headphones and pressed his phone to his ear.

“Wait wait wait…who?”

Evie hesitated before repeating what she said.

“I…I’ve been crushing on the new girl, you know Mal? I thought it would blow over, but it’s been months now and every time we talk or she hangs out with us or anything really, I—I get this urge to hold her hand. I want to kiss her, I—you know sometimes when we’re together, I swear she looks at me like I’m something special to her...”

Jay listened, stunned. He turned back around to look at the very girl Evie was talking about. Not wanting to wake her, knowing how loud he could be, the brunet tiptoed down the set of stairs to stand in his backyard.

Now in the clear, he gave his full attention to Evie.

“So…what are you gonna do about it?”

“W-Well I was thinking of telling her.” When she paused he focused on the stars that peeked out from the clouds to give her a moment. The bluenette sighed again, her voice deflated. “I just want her to reject me already so I can move on with my life...”

Her voice was solemn, devoid of any excitement he hoped she would have had towards his favourite cousin, though he would never admit it to Uma.

“That’s possibly the saddest thing that’s ever come out of your mouth.”

Evie didn’t respond, plopping back down from her previous upright position.

“What was that?”

“The sound of my soul leaving my body.”

This time, Jay snorted, enticing a giggle out of his blue haired friend. He leaned his head back, resting on the cracked door.

“Tell me, what makes you think she wouldn’t give you a chance?”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe the amount of times I’ve witnessed her dodge people’s advances or even the numerous times she turned people away whenever they confessed,” she rebutted.

Jay clicked his tongue, listening to the bluenette go on and on, stating facts that even he couldn’t have denied. It wasn’t often the purplette would have sat and listened to someone when romance was involved.

“I think you should give it a shot, Eves.”

“You’re hilarious.”

“I’m serious! Mal likes having you around.” Another pause settled between them before Evie inquired about how he could possibly have known that.

“She’s my half-sister…wait, you didn’t know?!”

The bluenette’s muffled scream told him all that he needed to know. He rubbed his face, amused by his best friend.

“I won’t say anything, I promise.”

[official-writesome-app]

Too Soon, Too Late

Too soon, too late Written by - oldschoolvibe (username) on @writesomeapp is a beautitful poem you would fall in love with. There’s comfort in it because of how this poem is written and makes you feel you are never alone in your emotions. Read it today on @writesomeapp

[inlovewithemily]

Help me win the Wattys 2021.

Read my book: 8 Years of Trauma

Author: lamoorcroft

[kazsinvestor]

you stop looking for the monsters in other people once you realize its actually inside of you

a quote from my upcoming novel (this was modified from an original quote)

[nicojwrites-blog]

Protagonist Vs Antagonist Vs Deuteragonist

What do those labels mean and how can they be used in my story?

If you've looked online and done some research for your writing (whether it was just for how to outline a plot or give characters depth), you've probably come across these terms referring to the characters in your story.

The Protagonist is the main or one of the major characters (AKA your MC). They are the one making the big decisions that impact the story line and the story is generally about them. Examples of this include Harry Potter (HP Franchise) and Greg Heffley (Diary of a Wimpy Kid).

The Antagonist. This character is the "opposing force" to your protagonist. They are their foe and generally their role is to create problems for your character to deal with. These situations add growth and development to your protagonist's arc. Examples of an Antagonist incluse Darth Vader (Star Wars) and alors Voldemort (Once again, Harry Potter).

So now that we've covered both the main character and their "mortal enemy" or "foe," what's left?

The Deuteragonist. This character is second to your MC. They can be a sidekick, a love interest, or their best friend. A good example of this could be Ron Weasley from Harry Potter, or Princess Zelda from The Legend of Zelda. They have a close relationship to the main character but are just ranked below them in importance of the story.

There are many more roles and character types but these are the three main ones used in all forms of media!

[thepackofdevils]

[ayygeevee]

Introduction

I’ve been so worried about what to say in my intro that I still haven’t done it after nearly three months so I’m just going to smush my perfectionism down and finally say something! 

My name is Anna and I’m 25. I’m a Leo and a Slytherin and my passions (aside from writing) are fashion, cooking, and the Real Housewives (I mean can you blame me tho). I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember but with a few breaks and am just now getting back into it after a hiatus. I have a few WIPs whose working titles are just keywords to help me remember which is which (am I killing this writing thing or what). Here’s a list:  - Dust: post-apocolyptic-esque story of a girl who runs away from home to move across the country and ends up tangled up in some drama and turf wars in the desert - Magic: modern-day urban fantasy about a girl who inadvertently falls in with a witch and a warlock and realizes she’s less normal than she thought - Blue: a disease is ravaging a country and a group of friends set up a haven for victims - and one victim in particular throws them all for a loop - Lost: medieval-esque fantasy about a kingdom whose princess disappears and the girl they take to be her secret replacement - Cream: the age-old story of a girl who works her way up to high society - and then falls hard

I know these are so vague and definitely not at all the type of blurbs to make you want to pick up a book and read it, but there’s a lot more to them - and I'm going to share all of that with y’all soon! 

[mystic-tea-drinker]

If anyone's wondering how that writing thing is going, on the one hand I've basically written a novel this spring. On the other hand it's been split between so many projects that it's like "I added 20K to this, I finished my 10K short story, my novel is at 7K total, I finished two 3K chapters for that other series. . ." Writing is a time. . . #writer #writing #freelance #workflo #sidehustle #futureauthor #girlboss #wordcounts #goals https://www.instagram.com/p/Bw4jgM5FCEl/?igshid=1foco9h3hkfx4

[starryeyeset]

The Lion’s Mew

The lion is told to have gargantuan presence; the soul must be loud and powerful, fierce in its approach. 

Yet the lion, having been born with the ability to master everything, the feral mane, and a prowl that haunts the memory, possessed the personality of a timid and diminutive kitten afraid of its own shadow. 

The Lion’s world, consumed by an incalculable number of lions, lost meaning. This Lion did not act as it should, as was expected, as was accepted. The Lion, in a world of lions, became a pariah. 

Grueling day after grueling day, the Lion stalked within the fields of swift tall grass, astute golden eyes peeking between the edges to the open Savanna, despising all its seen. 

For this Lion did not look with eyes of the present moment, but the eyes of all time. The eyes of all time observed the other lions, observed their pasts, presents, and futures. 

In a growing fit of rage, the Lion mewed. The Lion mewed, offering affection,  friendship, opportunities, and dreams. 

For one second of one moment of the Lion’s entire life, every lion was aware. Every lion became aware of the Lion standing before them, emitting such conviction in the offer.

Every lion considered the benefactions, and simultaneously, refused to respond with rejection or “yes.” 

The Lion stalked back into the grass, as if to the tune of an adagio, only returning every red moon to mew in the night.