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You were once the most powerful villain. You retired early and are engaged to a minor super hero who isn’t aware of your past. They are about to be killed right before your eyes..but you step in.

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Can you draw a tiny lizard dragon that secretly hoards pennies?

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The female authors aren’t hiding...

Why is this still a thing? I just saw yet another article trying to recommend a few female authors as though they’re some rare species. The suggestions turned out to be just as boring as every other list: Rowling, Austen, Rowling, Bronte, Rowling.

I don’t know why people keep struggling to come up with 5 amazing female authors (or even making these lists. Like whyyy). So let me now walk over to my bookshelf and rattle off some names of my favorite modern female authors… (also, enjoy my attempt to break my endless “YA fantasy” books into groups). 

If you’re searching for that super elusive book written by a woman, try:

Dystopian

Veronica Roth

Lauren Oliver

Kristin Cashore

Veronica Rossi

Beth Revis

Marie Lu

Tahereh Mafi

Suzanne Collins

Susan Ee

Suzanne Young

Jennifer Wilson

Amy Engel

Fantasy

Samantha Shannon

Evelyn Skye

A.C. Gaughen

Jessica Khoury

Alwyn Hamilton

Marissa Meyer

Heidi Heilig

Libba Bray

Leslye Walton

Janet Lee Carey

Jennifer McGowan

Diana Peterfreund

JK Rowling

Janet B. Taylor

Laini Taylor

Robin LaFevers

Erin Morgenstern

Kendare Blake

Amie Kaufman

Kerstin Gier

Kiersten White

Melanie Dickerson

Melissa Landers

KM Shea

Alison Goodman

Elizabeth May

Kiera Cass

Renee Ahdieh

Marion Zimmer Bradley

Alexandra Bracken

Romina Russell

Deborah Harkness

Diana Gabaldon

Madeline Miller

Julie Eshbaugh

High Fantasy

Sarah J Maas

Maria V. Snyder

Mary E. Pearson

Sara B. Larson

Jennifer A. Nielsen

Shannon Hale

Stephanie Garber

Diana Wynne Jones

Stacey Jay

Erin Summerill

Leigh Barudgo

Hannah West

Sabaa Tahir

Victoria Aveyard

Rosamund Hodge

Melina Marchetta

Rae Carson

Naomi Novik

Susan Dennard

Wendy Higgins

V.E. Schwab

Gail Carson Levine

CJ Redwine

Katherine Roberts

Sara Raasch

Erika Johansen

Rachel Hartman

Juliet Marillier

Livia Blackburne

Sophie Jordan

Tamora Pierce

Sandra Waugh

Marie Rutkoski

Elise Kova

Angie Sage

Amy Tintera

Sarah Fine

Jodi Meadows

Cinda Williams Chima

Morgan Rhodes

Sherry Thomas

Danielle L. Jensen

Colleen Oakes

Melissa Grey

Sarah Ahiers

Lori M. Lee

Roshani Chokshi

Modern Fantasy

Cassandra Clare

Rachel Hawkins

Stephanie Meyer

Jennifer L. Armentrout

Kami Garcia

Claudia Gray

Julie Kagawa

Maggie Stiefvater

Kaitlin Bevis

Aimee Carter

Holly Black

Cynthia Hand

Richelle Mead

Temple West

Alex Flinn

Kresley Cole

Josephine Angelini

Lisa Maxwell

Zoraida Cordova

Contemporary

Rainbow Rowell

Jenny Han

Morgan Matson

Sarah Dessen

Kasie West

Jennifer Longo

Anna Breslaw

Sonya Mukherjee

Huntley Fitzpatrick

Melissa Keil

Brodi Ashton

Jennifer Niven

Katherine Catmull

Miranda Kenneally

Eileen Cook

Sandy Hall

Jenn Marie Thorne

Sarah Strohmeyer

Stephanie Perkins

Danika Stone

Elizabeth Eulberg

Jandy Nelson

Carolyn Mackler

Ali Novak

Ann Brashares

Tamara Ireland Stone

Gwenda Bond

Stacey Lee

Nina LaCour

(Sorry to Leigh Bird Dog and anyone else whose name autocorrect couldn’t deal with if I didn’t catch it).

These are just the books I happened to glance at, so feel free to add! And then maybe this can stop being a thing…

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Father Illustrates The Friendship Between His Tiny Baby And Giant Dog And The Comics Are Adorabl

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next punderworld is up! ^^

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https://www.webtoons.com/en/challenge/punderworld/ep-7-part-2-choices/viewer?title_no=312584&episode_no=12

https://www.deviantart.com/sigeel/art/pw-ep-7-choices-part2-829427420

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Amazing as always!!

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1) don’t compete with the hero who can control the wind, besides that leaf is from the Deku tree 2) don’t drink the water, you don’t know what could be down there… 3) headcanon: 4 Sword has an iridescent reflection of its iconic 4 colors 4) Bully makes a friend 5) flying tiles… 6) cold weather, got me thinking of some delicious rustic style stews

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He had stopped feeling any sense of touch in his hands long ago. Now and again, a sharp, fiery cold would slither down his fingers, assuring him they were still attached to his wrists.

He wished they weren’t. Then his arms could slip free of the manacles binding him and give his shoulders some relief. They were twisted up vertically, his own body weight the instrument of this torture.

He had stood as long as he could, but his right leg felt broken and he finally fell to his knees in exhaustion. The pain in his shoulders had slowly evolved from a dull ache to a ferocity that spoke of tearing muscles.

His tears had stopped hours ago - or maybe days - he had no way of telling how long the agony had been building. There was no window to see the passage of time in this awful place.

He recognized the prison by the sounds and the stench. He had been here before, but not as a prisoner. The bloody tatters of his uniform were stiff with sweat and mud, once the same as the men now sneering through the grate at him.

He had done the same. Snarling at those who dared to betray their king. Laughing cruelly as their cries of pain, the pleas for relief, for death, echoed from the damp, black stone. He had been just like them.

He couldn’t understand their mutters, a low rumble of hate. His fevered mind called up visions of dogs, wolves, snapping and snarling at the iron bars. Or faceless spirits, hissing as they groped for him, grasping at his clothes, claws scratching at his face, his eyes.

He struggled, pitiful as it was. There was nothing he could do, the iron chain rattling, its own cruel laugh at his futile rebellion.

The hands gripped his face.

“Hush! You will bring the guards!”

He blinked. The darkness creeping over him writhed, angry as he fought back against its smothering nothingness.

“We must hurry!”

Was it one of the spirits? Or Death, the Lady Herself, come to claim him?

“Who-?” He coughed, mouth too dry to utter more.

“Hush!” the apparition said again. A cool hand touched his face. “Hold still.”

He had no strength to do anything else. There was a metallic rattle, a jerk, and the pressure on his arms released.

He collapsed forward, retching. The figure caught him and gently eased him to the cold ground.

His pain was nothing to this new torture. His muscles screamed. He would have screamed, but his voice had long since died to a whimper.

The hands were urgent, pushing at him, trying to lift him.

“Please, please, get up. You must get up!”

He drew a rattling breath. His ribs popped with the effort. He managed to push himself up on an elbow, cradling his hands against his chest. They were still numb and he considered chopping them off before they had a chance to recover.

“Oh, thank you, Habisa!”

The fervent prayer pulled his wondering attention. Habisa was the Lady of maidens.

“You’re a girl?” he croaked.

“Never mind that now!” the voice insisted. “The guards will be back any moment.”

With her help he got to his feet. His foot. his right leg faltered as glassy pain shot down through his boot. She ducked under his shoulder and braced his weight.

“Quickly!”

He tried, but the best he could manage was a lurching stumble. He couldn’t see where she was tugging him, just followed blindly.

She was shaking. From fear or cold or effort or all three combined?

“Steps,” she hissed.

He clenched his teeth as he lowered himself down. The bones grating in his calf drew him further away from that welcome darkness, back to the reek of the prison and the chill of the autumn night.

It was a girl, he could see now. She struggled under the weight of his arm, taking sharp, gasping breaths.

The air changed. It grew clearer, fresh with the tang of frost.

“In here!” She pulled him into a dark room. It had the close feel of a small chamber or store room, dusty and muffled.

He groped until he found a crate and sank to sit. New sweat stood icy on his face. His fingers were stating to feel fuzzy.

She muttered prayers. He imagined she paced; her shoes scuffled against the stones.

“…should be here,” she was saying. “Half bell past midnight…”

He wanted to demand her name, her intentions. Instead he leaned back and waited for their discovery. His brief surge of energy was gone. It was only a matter of time. The guards would kill him outright. He’d make sure of it. Force them to end this.

There they were now. A rumble and a sharp scrape against stone. Someone moving outside the door.

The girl froze, listening.

“Erith?”

She sighed and gasped and sobbed all at once. “Here, we’re here.”

The light of the lantern was blinding. Its bearer brought it close. He winced and squinted against it.

“This is him?”

“I am sure of it,” this Erith said.

The figure with the lantern seemed to hesitate, before saying in a scowling voice. “Hurry, then. Get him inside.”

He was led to a cart, maybe, or a wagon. He couldn’t tell in the wavering light. And he didn’t care. He was hefted inside. The girl climbed in after him.

He lay half senseless on the rough hewn planks of the cart bed. She drew something over them that muffled the sounds of the prison. He closed his eyes and let the swaying of the cart carry him the rest of the way into oblivion.

He had stopped feeling any sense of touch in his hands long ago. His shoulders were cranked up vertically and the pain had slowly evolved from an ache to a ferocity that spoke of muscles tearing. The tears had stopped days ago, or at least he assumed it was days ago there was no window to see the passage of time where he was. 

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Some rando: oh, so you take pills for INSERT MEDICAL CONDITION? So glad you found relief!

Me: Thanks

Some rando: but you also take meds for INSERT MENTAL HEALTH CONDITION? Why though? Just do yoga/meditate/eat vegan/cleanse/fad nonsense. Those cHeMiCaLs are bad for you!

Me: You really have no idea how human biology works, do you

Rando: but...the chemICALS!?!

Me: *already ignoring them*

Some rando: You should think about stopping your prescription

Me: My pills make me not want to die tho

They: You shouldn’t want to die, that’s not normal

Me: Yeah that’s why I’m taking my pills

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Ekphrastic Fiction Contest (November 2019)

This month’s feature is titled, “Secret Door” and it was created by Bianca @blvnk-art​ . In addition to some pretty incredible original art, this artist also has an entire series of Harry Potter fan art. So, if you are impressed by this original piece, or if you would like to see some unique Harry Potter stuff, make sure you take some time to check out this artist’s page!

Basic Directions: Create an original fictitious piece based on the artwork above.

Length: Your entry does not have to be long! It can be as short as one sentence or one paragraph. Entries must be shorter than 500 words.

Deadline: All entries must be received before November 24th. The winner will be announced November 30th.

How to submit your entry:  Once you have written your Ekphrastic Fiction piece, you can enter this contest either of these ways:

1. Fill out this form to enter the contest.

 2. Reblog this post with your story attached.

You can do either one of these to enter the contest. You do not need to do both.  

Contest Prize: I will feature the winning piece on my blog and link directly to the writer’s page in order to promote his/her/their work. The winning piece will also have a permanent spot on my contest page. This gives writers a chance to have their work shared and seen by others. Sorry, but at this time I am broke, so no cash prizes will be given.

WTF is Ekphrastic Fiction? Ekphrastic Fiction stories are short fictitious pieces inspired by a work of art. To see some of my Ekphrastic Fiction pieces, click here.

Will there be any future contests? Yes! As long as there is enough interest, there will be a new contest, and a new piece of art work, posted every month. Check out my page on the 1st of each month to see the new contest.

I am an artist. How can I have my work used for this contest? If you have art work that you would like used for this contest, you can read my post for artists here, and fill out this form.

I can’t wait to read your submissions!

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Thicker Than Water: Ch. 6