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A Knight's Sorrow

I wanted to scream, as tears streamed down my face and I looked on in contempt at the once love of my life. I stood yards away, at the bottom of the mountain in disbelief.  A voice from behind did it for me, sending a shriek tearing through the air, yet I couldn’t even flinch. Loud enough to make even her, Safie, turn her head towards us from the top of Mt. Abormore. 

Her smile melted me as it usually did, genuine, putting all her teeth even those missing, on display. I stumbled forward as bodies collided with mine from behind, crowds of people who had previously been hidden away in the surrounding woods and dilapidated homes, came running out to witness their saviour. 

The sword I held hit the ground and surrendered to the feet of the joyful herd, I once thought it was made for me, as I was made for this battle. I swallow hard onto the lump forming in my throat but can’t break eye contact with the woman I love. The woman currently holding the head of the monster who’d been terrorizing her home for decades. The cheers and cries from the crowd were drowned out by what I swore was the sound of my heart breaking. Blood ran down her cheek from a gash that opened up the right side of her face, from her hairline to her brow.

 One step back turned to two, I hadn’t noticed when I stopped looking at Safie, nor how far my feet had taken me. Just as I hadn’t noticed her planning this all along. She must’ve.

I did not know if it was possible for me to harbour a drop of hate for that woman. But as I saw her wielding the blade I taught her to use, something in my heart was changed. Going behind my back to take on King Gathar, stalling my journey spinning tales of love, to even falsify feelings of worry all to steal the glory of killing the cruel King. My eyes had long since run out of tears to cry as the picture of her charming smile turned to one of sinister duplicity.

The cold metal armour wrapped around my hands was my comfort, while I wiped my face. A knight should never show a face of despair, not even in a vast and thick wilderness. Looking around it was a given that I was alone, I’d come to wonder if it had always been this way. My destiny was to slay that beast of a man, to free my love from the shackles of her father. I could hear the voices of the townsfolk cheering me on as I left with Studwick, my steed. Taking a moment, I sat beneath a Willow tree, before my legs could give out below me. As the memory played in my head the voices changed and faces warped, everything was just as I remembered it, except they cheered for her instead.

My body was riddled with exhaustion and shame. At that moment I could not bring myself to move an inch of my armour, instead closed my eyes to rest them for a minute. A minute which turned into years.

And that was how I ended up here. Covered in weeds and the overgrowth of this forest for a century waiting, unwittingly, for this kingdom to need a knight once again. I vow this time, never to let the deceit of another claim my fate again, even if it means destroying every princess that lies in my way.

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My Untitled WIP (Drop title ideas in the comments?)

Her legs swung out over the side of the red wagon, knocking off the dirt from beneath her pink ‘Hello Kitty’ boots. Her naturally high pitched voice sounded hoarse while she sang, though I guess singing for hours at the top of her small lungs would do that. {I distracted myself from the weight of the wagon with my thoughts.} The name and origin of her song were a mystery to me but then again everything about her was. The most I’ve come to know about this kid was her name.

“Meli? What’s the name of that song?”  My voice didn’t sound so good either. Hopefully the water fountains still worked at Disneyland.

I turned back slightly to catch a glimpse of her. Her back laid on the wagon floor, her hair sprawled wildly along with. She was staring up at the sky with that smile that showed all her teeth and outshone the sun. 

“Song to the Sun, I learned it in school with my brother. We’re gonna sing it at our school recital tomorrow...” I let her ramble on until she eventually went back to singing. 

Her mention of school made my heart sting with guilt. She really couldn’t accept the truth.

I hadn’t noticed how deep I had been frowning till the corners of my mouth tugged up at her answer. Her volume grew like she was performing for an opera house. In the back of my mind I wondered if she was hoping someone would hear her. That there were any wandering souls on these broken streets besides the two of us. Bringing some sign of life with them.

I wish I had hope like that. 

I almost fell as I stepped on something that didn’t seem to be ground. Looking down, it was a sign that pointed to “Theme Parks” and “Downtown Disney”. The rustling from the wagon reminded me that Meli was well aware of our stop. 

“Are we almost there? I don’t see any princesses.” Her voice sounded more croaky than before, but I didn’t have the heart to tell her to stop singing. 

Not before what she was about to see. 

We found each other two days ago, I was in the midst of raiding her house for supplies. I’m not proud of the way she saw me.

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Write it brah

If you're reading this...

go write three sentences on your current writing project.

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Tumblr really spoils me sometimes.

I am a(n):

⚪ Male

⚪ Female

🔘 Writer

Looking for

⚪ Boyfriend

⚪ Girlfriend

🔘 An incredibly specific word that I can’t remember

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I wasn't exactly tagged but this looked fun.

Lover You are so full of love and light; you value the people around you more than anything. I hope you find what you're looking for. I hope you find the right people at the right time and that your world is full of love; I hope your love is returned to you, properly, and that you don't ever get too hurt (because you're prone to it, aren't you?). You deserve that, you deserve the world. I wish you the best. Also, I'm serious, read the last lines of the minecraft end poem if you haven't, I think you'll like it. Open to anyone interested and if ya wondering I promise to be getting back to posting soon!

take this archetype quiz and tell me your result!

your result: lover

You are so full of love and light; you value the people around you more than anything. I hope you find what you’re looking for. I hope you find the right people at the right time and that your world is full of love; I hope your love is returned to you, properly, and that you don’t ever get too hurt (because you’re prone to it, aren’t you?). You deserve that, you deserve the world. I wish you the best. Also, I’m serious, read the last lines of the minecraft end poem if you haven’t, I think you’ll like it.

tagging: @moonlit-xio @ainumu @whipped-cream-writings; if anyone i haven’t tagged would like to participate please feel free to do so as well.

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Run

Sorry, this one took so long! I took some time to get my confidence back into my writing. I know it's short but I'll be back to my normal length stories in a bit! In the meantime, I hope anyone who reads this likes it. Shout out to @browngyalwriting for her help with editing! If you haven't seen her blog yet check it out!

A long groan escaped my lips as my friends and I rounded the corner to my home. The number of familiar cars parked out in front of my driveway told me there was nothing good going on here. My feet began to mechanically drag against the pavement as we drew near to the building and four pairs of eyes turned in my direction.

“Nessa, is something going on?”

“Is everything okay?”

They mean well, I know, but the attention on me could only make the situation worse. This family of mine had a bad habit of gathering over trivial things. Do I seriously need to be present every time my fifteen-year-old cousin places second in a track race?

Upon reaching the door I reluctantly sent my friends away. Their worried faces would distort quickly if they found out the real reason they gathered here. It was probably stupid anyway.

The commotion that had been evident through the door came to an abrupt halt as I opened it and my presence was made known. By now I was getting tired of all these eyes focusing on me. Raking my eyes across the room every face I was met with was familiar, but different? The joyful expressions my family members adorned on their faces were somehow off as if they were all lying through their teeth at me.

Before I could close the door to comment on the oddity something crashed into me. Arms wrapped around my frame rendering my hands useless to push the offending body away.

“Shh!” A harsh whisper. it was demanding and firm, not usually something I expect from my sister, who now had me trapped in place.

“Look calm and listen to me.” As I listened closely as her voice was trembling. Was she scared?

“When I let go, run for your life.”

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I’ve had so many interactions today it makes me so happy!

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Once again I had no clue where this was going but at least I got some good use outta it! This is a part two to something I previously wrote. 

In all honesty I love this kinda stuff so much! 

   The rest of Lyn's preparations were spent in silence, save the few orders given here and there. She was out the door before too long and left to her thoughts as she drove. Her boyfriend wasn’t a bad guy per say, despite his forgetfulness and ditzy attitude he was nice and interested in her and her own ideas. That was more than she could have asked for in any of the previous guys who asked her out. Sadly, all those positive traits couldn’t be conveyed easily to her friends and now she even faced the pitiful looks at home too.

    Her focus tore away from the road for a second as the name “Drew” with a heart beside it showed up on her phone screen. Reaching over to the passenger seat, the hand she left on the wheel twisted to the side and in minutes she stood outside on the phone with her insurance company in front of two almost busted vehicles. 

     As fate would have it, she was the one who would show up to the date this time. 

I challenge @browngyalwriting @epnona-the-wisp @written-by-yours-truly and anyone else who sees this and wants to join in! I look forward to reading them all!

heads up 7 up

tagged by @crystallized-ink - thank you so much, everyone here is already so kind

rules: post the last 7 sentences you wrote

from a chaotic contemporary YA first draft:

 Her smile at seeing it could light up the world. Well, most of her smiles could.

“Can you read what the wheel landed on?” Faro asked her gently. 

“Right hand on red.” Mya grinned again. She deserved to smile forever.

Sometimes, the worst things happen to the people who least deserve it. 

tagging @writer-bird @writingbasil @rangerlexi-writes @seawatermelon @writes-about-gays-and-dragons @ladiesofdust  @maybeawhumpblog and anyone else who wants to join - no pressure!

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Lord knows I only hope to be as passionate and detailed when it comes to creating a scene. This was a delight to read.

» introduction to setting, cozy little village in the woods: Port Chapon

Looking ahead, winding stairs embed into volcanic stone, and narrow, labyrinthine alleys twisted between Victorian mansions. Gnarled walnut trees, and large, dome-shaped avocado trees lined the many contorted pathways, kerosene street lamps poking out in between.

                   ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Once a brimming and buzzing tourist town, Port Chapon now rests quietly.

Underneath a canopy of stars and leaves, the locals go about their day. Crates of vegetables, and wood carvings are shipped to cities far and wide, but only few ships brave the angry ocean, and they rarely bring a tourist anymore.

Once holding a monopole over all that is exceptional and unique, it’s unclear what sort of monopole Port Chapon holds on to now. Superior craftsmanship or exceptionally delicious crops? Perhaps neither, for there is also a tremendous amount of pink elephants lingering around every corner, in every house, and in every pair of unsmiling eyes.

And if it is not that also, it may be the many ghosts left abandoned - those of wishes and wonders, those of hope and faith, of fairness, of kindness, and the ghosts of the unheard; those who regret now.

Once a warm, welcoming place of wonder and surprise, Port Chapon is now bleak and raw, lacking in both heart and soul. Where you once were found and remembered, you are now lost and forgotten.

Port Chapon is nothing that it used to be, but all that it ever was.

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I’m just at teenage dirtybag baby

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Just gonna drop this here. I know I’d wanna see it later maybe someone else will too.

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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Revenge

When I say I JUST wrote this. No prompt or plot in mind really but I shaved and shaped it to look so.

   I’ve been stuck in this body for 6 years now, tomorrow might just be my last. Raising up a frail hand I take a moment to watch the IV sticking out of it. The wrinkled skin adorned with freckles of old age encapsulates me. There’s nothing to do in this hospital bed but stare something about taking it all in fascinates me. I’m really going to die tomorrow.

   As my mind dives into itself people begin to enter the room. The doctor says something about family to me but the words seem so far away. One of them takes my hand, softly wrapping it in theirs.

   This family, my family, all look at me with sad smiles and eyes brimming with pity. I can’t stand it. I don’t belong here. I’m supposed to be 19, going off to college. I grip one of the hands as tightly as a 78-year-old man’s body could. Not that it was anything painful for them anyway.

   I should have had my first kiss by now, gotten to graduate with my best friend, and pursue my dreams. I wanted to be a writer. Instead, these past years have been spent in bed after bed watching myself, my cousins, my whole family grow up without me. Not noticing my true soul’s absence. Yet they all come here to smile in my face. To tell me they love me and bring worthless gifts.

   Tears rim the edges of my eyes as I look up to see beside me, my own mother. She still thinks I’m her father and looks down at me with pure despair in her eyes. I want to cry out, whine for her to take me home, I don’t want this to happen to me. Why me?

   The answer to my question stands before me in methodical silence. His eyes bore into my fragile body like I was a roach beneath his shoe. My grandfather, the man who should be laying in this bed, the one who silenced my cries for help six years ago with the word “dementia”. I didn’t even know what it meant that day. It was all too much, waking up in his body and barely being able to remember how my life had come to this but years later I do. I know well, all too well.

   My own flesh and blood, a villain through and through, put me here. Switching  his mind into a younger body with voodoo was probably his last chance, already too old to ask to add more time to this dying body. A fucking bastard. Warm droplets fall onto my skin as I fix my face to glare at the body snatcher. 

   My mom cries like this every time she comes to visit. Every time I would feel her tears fall onto me I want to cry with her. To try one more time to tell her the truth, make her at least look at me with the eyes of a mother. Just to comfort me in my last days, would that be too much to ask for?

   But I can’t, not again, not anymore. She’ll put on this fake smile to softly tell me that’s not true. That I’m her father and have been for years. I want this to be over. These 6 years of my life have been torture. The condescending looks mixed with my newfound weakness was too much to bear in the first few years. Now I lay before all of them too tired to make a sound. 

   They talk but the words pass through my ears as I rest my eyes. With a sigh, I drift off to sleep, the only way to escape my wicked reality. Their words only get further and further away but a voice interrupting my relaxing silence keeps me slightly conscious. 

   “What would you do for it?”

   The voice is rough and fleeting I can barely think of a way to respond. How do I even talk back? What am I talking to?

   “For what?”

   The answer comes as such a surprise to me I feel myself jerk slightly. The voice sounds like mine. My real voice, the one that I had stolen from me. The intruder only gives me one word as a reply.

   “Revenge.”

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Punctuation is sexy

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Pet

This one is more on the longer side but please bare with me. I got pretty invested into writing this one so I’m kinda proud of it! Hope you enjoy!

     The sun’s rays looked like a mystical lustre as it entered my room for the first time in years. The culprit of this crime stood proud and defiant, in front of the grimy shattered window,  with a glint of mischievousness in his eye. The light hitting the red stripe on his hair was eye-catching and almost left me captivated before he turned to face me.

  “How much longer do you expect to sleep for?” He spoke to me with a deeper voice than I had ever heard from his lips.

 Despite being taken aback I couldn’t be too surprised. It had been five years since the last time I’d heard him speak, not to mention he was crying that time. The bat he used to assault my window rested snuggly on his shoulder as if it had been made for this purpose. Sitting up felt like a stingy pain all throughout my back, I’m sure he could hear my bones crack from where he stood.

      “Ledon, why do you insist on breaking down my home piece by piece every time you visit? I’m too old for this much excitement.” The words were croaked out as my long-unused voice began to settle.

     Without letting me ramble on with any more of my “useless” banter his body collided with mine in an aggressively one-sided hug. With his face turned too much for me to see I let myself smile for the first time in five years. I had missed him too.

   “Happy birthday, sir.” My hands rested lightly as I could master on his back to reciprocate the affection. “It’s been too long.”

He, by far, was the oddest human I’d met in my life, but one of the kindest, to me at least. Talking was starting to take a toll on me. My mouth was dry and dusty. I was hungry. As he pulled away he smiled as though he already knew. That sinister grin that I’m sure he attempted to copy from me made me feel a bit of pride.

     As soon as the feeling arrived, it vanished with the sound of a “click” behind my head. Now I could see what that look was really for. He held tightly only a leash in his other hand. I could have easily broken it. Looking ahead at him now the sun seemed to swim past his frame leaving behind an unforgettable silhouette. I could expect nothing less from my owner.

       “Let’s get you a drink, Banistar. What kind of owner would I be if I let my pet go hungry?” With a pat on my back and a tug on the new accessory, I’m pulled out of the room and the building.

       I had claimed a long-forgotten cottage positioned in the forest just outside of Decorah, as my home. It was a beautiful spot, not only for being the place we met but for being his favoured playground.

        Despite the sun starting to go down the heat stung my skin causing slight annoyance and making it even harder to sedate my own hunger. Probably feeling my eyes boring holes into his back Ledon dropped the bat from his shoulder and dragged it against the ground. A silent threat that proved to stump a growl in my throat.

    “You and I both know the best part of the meal is the hunt. Well,” He turned around letting the leash fall onto the ground and gestured to the woods behind him, “I found you a treat, so go eat.”

    The wind hit my skin before I had even realized I was running through the thicket. The aroma of blood too enticing to fight as I left Ledon’s corrupt chuckles in my wake. It didn’t take long for me to find the source of the fresh scent. A body strung up to a lone rowan tree. I almost let out a chuckle at the irony. The man probably Ledon’s age dripped blood from his mouth as he had been apparently battered to his demise.

     I wasted no time pondering over how he came to this fate, afterall, the melodrama of humans has never been my business. Feasting on Mr. Anonymous’s flesh felt like the best meal of my very very long life. The approaching footsteps crunching leaves barely pulled me from my meal as my master’s person comes into view bloody weapon in hand and resting on its rightful place.As the moon rises to signal the beginning of the dark hours our expressions mirror each other.

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I used to see tons of these text stories around when I was a kid and frankly I always wanted to try it out. Here’s my first attempt. There’s not much of a fleshed out story but if anyone’s interested in seeing more of this or it brings some feeling of mostalgia to you as it does me let me know!