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prismverses · 6 years ago

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writer asks 📃

send these to a writer you know or answer some yourself!

ink: what do you do to “set the mood” when writing?

pen and paper: do you prefer writing by hand or on a device? why?

diary: how many pieces have you written that are just for you or will never see the light of day?

journal: do you ever write just so you can enjoy something to read?

novella: do you prefer to write short stories, one-shots, or entire novels?

pulitzer: tell about/link a piece where you fielt your writing was the best.

genre: what genre do you prefer to write in?

narrator: what pov do you like writing in best?

backstory: how did you come to love writing?

time-lapse: how long have you been writing (as a hobby or for work)?

characterization: describe your favorite character(s) you’ve written.

carnegie: what authors and/or books/stories have inspired you to write or influenced your work?

faulkner: what tropes do you LOVE writing? which ones are your guilty pleasure?

o’connor: what tropes/genres do you dislike writing?

dickinson: what insecurities do you have about your own writing? what do you think you should improve on?

playlist: what kind of music/songs help you write? do you have a writing playlist?

record: have you written things based off of songs? do you like to?

nobel: have you published anything you’ve written? online or irl?

notepad: can you write anywhere or do you have to be in a specific place and mood to write?

parchment: how often do you or your personal life influence your writing?

dedication: if you were to publish a book or multiple, who would you dedicate the book(s) to?

trope: what’s a pet peeve you have about writing?

input: what’s something you hate that people say to you about writing/your writing?

critic: what’s the best piece of advice you’ve ever received about writing?

mifflin: what do you feel is your strong suit in writing?

houghton: what’s something you love that people compliment your pieces on?

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Prologue

“A single flap of a butterfly's’ wings can lead to hurricane halfway around the world”- Chaos Theory

Prologue

January 14th (2:16 am)

A woman slips out of the warm embrace of her husband’s arms. She loathes her decision, but simply wants her daughter to be safe, even if it means she will no longer be in her daughter’s life as well as no longer upholding her vows to her husband years earlier. She knew that the darkness of their past would soon find them and the secrets would soon unravel. For now, however, the secrets would remain hidden, kept under lock and key. Only known by herself and her husband.

She ran a hand through her hair, an old habit she had not done since she was a child.

As she gets dressed she looks at her reflection, her chapped lips and puffy eyes from earlier are a give away of her feelings of sorrow.

She pulls the sweatshirt’s hood over her head, and silently she walks back towards her husband to kiss him gently on the forehead.

He stirs gently, before continuing his dreamless slumber. Before she leaves the room she grabs a grey backpack from under their bed.

Even in the darkness she can make out the the light ruby red paint that covered the young girl’s walls, as she silently walks in she sees the sleeping, smiley face of her daughter.

She takes her daughter’s hand softly and watches as she gently awakens.

Her daughter props herself up and releases her stuffed bird from her other hand she looks at her mom perplexed.

“Mom-” she started.

Her mouth is gently covered her mother’s pointer finger.

“Daisy…. Sweetheart. You can’t tell your father you saw me.”

Her tone is soft yet desperate to her daughter who nods her head slowly sealing their secret.

Her daughter is unable to tell, that her mother’s face has an almost a perfect replication of a genuine smile. Before she leaves the room, she unclaps the necklace that has been around her neck since she was about Daisy’s age.

“My sweet Daisy, this necklace has been given to oldest daughter as long as I can remember. I planned to give it you when you turned sixteen. But you are becoming a strong young woman.”

She gently holds up the pendant, a silvery hamsa, and then gently fastens the clap around her daughter’s neck.

His eyes get slightly misty, and she looks at her daughter’s dark brown eyes, and kisses her daughter’s forehead before tucking her in once again.

As she closed the door, she looks into the room and noticed her daughter sleeping again.

As she walked out, she can feel her palms sweating, and she knows in her heart of hearts that she’s making a risky decision. But, if it means the safety and protection of her husband and her daughter. Then she will stick to her decision.

As she walks to the driveway, she smiles faintly at her driver.

“The Vessels rise again.” the stranger says ominously.

She looks at him with a slight nod, as she reached into her bag, she pulled into her bag, she pulled out a crystalline crown.

“We rise.” she said firmly.

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January 14th

11:52 pm

San Francisco, California

It’s strange being up this late, but at the same time I guess its refreshing. My mom is at work and my dad… I don’t know where my dad is.

That I guess is what woke me up. I guess I’m worried now. I prop myself up and for a moment stare at the glowing stars on the ceiling and try to convince myself to fall back asleep. Tomorrow dad’s taking me to the space museum after school and I can’t wait. I try to go back to sleep but all I can think about are the stars we saw and how we had just finished War of the Worlds.

I hate being up right now, its strange and slightly unfamiliar to me, I just want to fall asleep again. Maybe when dad gets home he’ll read another story or make me space milk (its just regular milk with exactly five drops of blue food coloring and five drops yellow food coloring, stirred for one minute and for fifty-five seconds). When it comes out its this soft minty green and sometimes dad lets me have mint green oreos with it (only two).

I sigh to myself, when almost like when almost instantly the phone rings and shot up like a

rocket, I untuck myself from my bed. And look at the ringing phone. It has an unfamiliar number on it.

And before I can even answer it the voicemail goes dead, and then it crackles back to life, and I can hear my dad’s voice,

“Hello..look I don’t know who is going to hear this message. But this is important. I Oliver Cameron being a Narrator have a final message before time ends . This iteration the true Vessels rise. Olympus has the answers. Find Project Olympus.”

And then the line goes dead.

I try to call the number again, but nothing happens, and I decide to go into my room and grab my slippers and walk to the diner down the street.

It feels weird knowing mom and dad aren’t with me. They have always walked with me. Mentally I’m counting the steps to the diner, 550. I freeze as I enter the diner.

The diner is currently slow, but its still scary.

I’m currently looking around when a lady approaches me,

“Hello… you must be Gwen.”

I nodded looking at the lights in the room momentarily. Normally lights make my head buzz like bees, but these are softer.

“Are you looking for your mom?”

Again I nod, I’m scanning the booths looking for a place to sit.

There’s a lot of messy places, but I want somewhere you can just see all of the stars out of the window.

The lady offers her hand, but I point to the booth by a window.

She nodded, her hand still outstretched, but I eagerly went to the booth without taking her hand and was surprised to see someone already sitting there. He was about my my age, but he looked maybe a year older.

“Oh! Sam your parents called they will be here soon. Can your keep Gwen company, her mom is in the kitchen.”

He nodded, his hand was wrapped around a fork and his plate had a slice of apple pie and ice cream. And then we were alone.

He looked at me and then his pie.

“You want it?”

I looked at him, before taking the fork on the plate and wiping it down and took a small bite. I gave him a small smile, both enjoying the pie and the stars outside. However, noticing my mom holding a small tray of fries.

“Gwen is everything okay…?”

I wasn’t sure what to say. There was a lot to the voicemail. I decided to summarize in the words I remembered best.

I opened my mouth to speak only to hear the door open, firstly there were police officers, they approached my mom. In mere moments we found out my dad and some other woman had been in an accident, her son had survived, but she and my dad had died.

The other group were who I presumed to be Sam’s family, they went over to Sam and he went over to me giving me a quick hug, he had slipped something in my hand. For a minute, I feel warm and faint blush streaks across my face. I look over at Sam again, and I see him. He’s awkwardly hiding behind his mom’s leg.

He waves goodbye to my mom and I and as we leave my mom and I leave the diner and arrive at home, my mom tucks me in again, and before I close my eyes to go to bed I write in my journal what I can remember of my dad’s final words down. And as I close my eyes I wonder what is Project Olympus.

Taglist:

@maybemochas

@red-wood-raven

@the-polyhedron

@cause-hes-so-hard-to-see

@piggybackjunkie

@onemoresoultothecall

@thoar

@poisonedapples

@anxious-bagel

@thebisexualzombies

@sunshineinacamp

@queenly-fucker

Word Count: 1342

Prologue

#prismverse #//character death #what happened to sophia lawerence?#butterfly effect #artes original work

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prismverses · 6 years ago

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Trying to decide what to do to bring this blog to life.

Any writeblrs have any suggestions?

#writer stuff #writblr #arte talks #writing stuff

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prismverses · 6 years ago

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Writeblr Glossary

A list of words commonly used in the Writeblr community and their meaning!

I’ve gotten a lot of questions about what some things mean, so I thought it was time to compile a list of meanings.

Writeblr — A community of writers on tumblr; A blog that posts primarily about writing. See here for a more in-depth explanation. (Also written as Writblr on occasion)

WIP — Stands for Work in Progress. Primarily, it’s a piece of fictional work that is still in the writing process and is unfinished. (Also see: WIP page)

OC — Stands for Original Character. This is a character entirely of your own creation.

Tag list — A tag list is a list of users who will be tagged in every post that a Writeblr makes about a certain WIP. It is often included at the bottom of a post, and people are free to ask to be included, or removed from it.

WIP Page — A page or a post on a Writeblr that describes a WIP. Commonly includes a synopsis, setting, characters, etc. See here for what goes in a WIP page and how to make one.

Tag games — Tumblr games where people will do something (often answer questions, a snippet of their WIP, etc) and ask other users to participate by using the @ function in that post.

Ask games — A tumblr game where a user will request people to send them things with the ask function. Often times will include a list of questions they wish to be asked.

Writing Sprints — An activity done by writers, where they write as much as they possibly can for a set amount of time (often 10-15 minutes). Can be done with multiple people, and is a common activity for a group of writeblrs to partake in.

Fanfiction — Fiction written by a fan about an existing TV show, movie, book, etc. Often features the characters, the setting, etc. of that piece of media.

AU — Stands for Alternate Universe. AUs typically feature the same cast of characters of a WIP or an existing piece of fiction with a major change or two. (For example, a Fantasy AU would involve placing the characters in a fantasy setting. There also may be an AU of what might happen if a certain character didn’t die in their story).

Canon — Material or information that is accepted as an official part of a story. (i.e., the creator confirms it and includes it in their story).

Headcanons — Ideas and interpretations of a fictional work that is accepted by a fan, but isn’t necessarily supported by canon.

Moodboard — A collection of images meant to evoke a certain feeling or emotion. Often used by Writeblrs for their WIPs and OCs.

Ships — The concept of a fictional couple. Can be either canonical or not. If you ‘ship’ someone with another character, you like the idea of them being involved with each other, often romantically.

OTP — Stands for One True Pairing. This is often used to describe someone’s all time favorite ship.

BrOTP — Someone’s favorite platonic ship. A portmanteau of ‘bro’ and ‘OTP’.

Beta Reader — A person who reads through a draft before publication to give suggestions and feedback to the author to improve it. Can be paid or unpaid, depends on the author.

Sensitivity Reader — A person who reads through a draft to check for issues of representation, cultural inaccuracy, insensitive language, etc. For example, if you are a white author who has black characters in your story, you should have a sensitivity reader who is black, so they can let you know if you are accidentally being offensive, or misrepresenting them in any way. Many writers will have multiple sensitivity readers to give them feedback, so they can make the proper changes to be more inclusive and culturally sensitive. Can be paid or unpaid, depends on the author.

TW — Stands for trigger warning. Often followed up with the trigger (i.e., tw: self-harm). This is to warn people that there is sensitive content in a post or a WIP, and that if they do not want to see it, they should not proceed any further. Used in tags and the top of the actual post for visibility, and often accompanied by a “Read more” cutoff.

OP — Stands for Original Poster. It refers to the person who originally made the post. If someone says ‘thanks op’ on a post, they are addressing the person who created the post in the first place, not the people who have reblogged or added things to it.

Have a word you’d like to see included? Let me know and I’ll add it!

Have a question on what a writeblr term means? Feel free to ask me!

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