bren’s musings

This is where I post things I write. Everything on this blog was written by me, all characters belong to me unless stated otherwise.

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Wildflowers and mountain streams along the Pacific Crest Trail.

[fountainfinity]

things people do in real world dialogue:

• laugh at their own jokes

• don’t finish/say complete sentences

• interrupt a line of thought with a sudden new one

• say ‘uh’ between words when unsure

• accidentally blend multiple words together, and may start the sentence over again

• repeat filler words such as ‘like’ ‘literally’ ‘really’ ‘anyways’ and ‘i think’

• begin and/or end sentences with phrases such as ‘eh’ and ‘you know’, and may make those phrases into question form to get another’s input

• repeat words/phrases when in an excited state

• words fizzle out upon realizing no one is listening

• repeat themselves when others don’t understand what they’re saying, as well as to get their point across

• reply nonverbally such as hand gestures, facial expressions, random noises, movement, and even silence

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Excellent sticky note for dialogue writing in fiction. 

[americanphancakes]

All of this. I get a lot of compliments on my dialogue and this list pretty much covers what I do (but some of it, I didn’t even realize I did, lol). I highly recommend reading your dialogue aloud (or imagining it in realtime like a movie scene) to see if it feels natural, which is what I do when editing.

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“hold my hand and tell me that you don’t see the dried blood between my fingernails. look into my eyes and tell me that you see life in them; thrumming and thriving and throbbing. kiss me and don’t tell me that i taste like poison and something worse. love me and tell me that i’m good for you.”

— lie a little better (take a break, atlas #12)

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Resources For Writing Sketchy Topics

Medicine

A Study In Physical Injury

Comas

Medical Facts And Tips For Your Writing Needs

Broken Bones

Burns

Unconsciousness & Head Trauma

Blood Loss

Stab Wounds

Pain & Shock

All About Mechanical Injuries (Injuries Caused By Violence)

Writing Specific Characters

Portraying a kleptomaniac.

Playing a character with cancer.

How to portray a power driven character.

Playing the manipulative character.

Portraying a character with borderline personality disorder.

Playing a character with Orthorexia Nervosa.

Writing a character who lost someone important.

Playing the bullies.

Portraying the drug dealer.

Playing a rebellious character.

How to portray a sociopath.

How to write characters with PTSD.

Playing characters with memory loss.

Playing a pyromaniac.

How to write a mute character.

How to write a character with an OCD.

How to play a stoner.

Playing a character with an eating disorder.

Portraying a character who is anti-social.

Portraying a character who is depressed.

How to portray someone with dyslexia.

How to portray a character with bipolar disorder.

Portraying a character with severe depression.

How to play a serial killer.

Writing insane characters.

Playing a character under the influence of marijuana.

Tips on writing a drug addict.

How to write a character with HPD.

Writing a character with Nymphomania.

Writing a character with schizophrenia.

Writing a character with Dissociative Identity Disorder.

Writing a character with depression.

Writing a character who suffers from night terrors.

Writing a character with paranoid personality disorder.

How to play a victim of rape.

How to play a mentally ill/insane character.

Writing a character who self-harms.

Writing a character who is high on amphetamines.

How to play the stalker.

How to portray a character high on cocaine.

Playing a character with ADHD.

How to play a sexual assault victim.

Writing a compulsive gambler.

Playing a character who is faking a disorder.

Playing a prisoner.

Portraying an emotionally detached character.

How to play a character with social anxiety.

Portraying a character who is high.

Portraying characters who have secrets.

Portraying a recovering alcoholic.

Portraying a sex addict.

How to play someone creepy.

Portraying sexually/emotionally abused characters.

Playing a character under the influence of drugs.

Playing a character who struggles with Bulimia.

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How Street Gangs Work

Domestic Abuse

Torture

Assault

Murder

Terrorism

Internet Fraud

Cyberwarfare

Computer Viruses

Corporate Crime

Political Corruption

Drug Trafficking

Human Trafficking

Sex Trafficking

Illegal Immigration

Contemporary Slavery 

Black Market Prices & Profits

AK-47 prices on the black market

Bribes

Computer Hackers and Online Fraud

Contract Killing

Exotic Animals

Fake Diplomas

Fake ID Cards, Passports and Other Identity Documents

Human Smuggling Fees

Human Traffickers Prices

Kidney and Organ Trafficking Prices

Prostitution Prices

Cocaine Prices

Ecstasy Pills Prices

Heroin Prices

Marijuana Prices

Meth Prices

Earnings From Illegal Jobs

Countries In Order Of Largest To Smallest Risk

Forensics

arson

Asphyxia

Blood Analysis

Book Review

Cause & Manner of Death

Chemistry/Physics

Computers/Cell Phones/Electronics

Cool & Odd-Mostly Odd

Corpse Identification

Corpse Location

Crime and Science Radio

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Crime Scene

Cults and Religions

DNA

Document Examination

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Firearms Analysis

Forensic Anthropology

Forensic Art

Forensic Dentistry

Forensic History

Forensic Psychiatry

General Forensics

Guest Blogger

High Tech Forensics

Interesting Cases

Interesting Places

Interviews

Medical History

Medical Issues

Misc

Multiple Murderers

On This Day

Poisons & Drugs

Police Procedure

Q&A

serial killers

Space Program

Stupid Criminals

Theft

Time of Death

Toxicology

Trauma

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[brennwrites]

-- just say the word, we’ll take on the world

the war is over, there’s peace in the galaxy. for @panwonderfam

Lia Malogaan was wide awake and out of bed the second she heard her five year old cry out. She tried not to wake her wife, but Roxanne still stirred, ever the light sleeper. They both were. You don’t spend a good part of your life fighting a war and the simply sleep soundly throughout the night when it’s all over. And even then, having a child changed their sleeping patterns even further. If Viola so much as coughed in her sleep, they awake. “I’ll go check on her, go back to sleep,” Lia whispered to her wife, kissing Rox’s forehead before she padded out of their bedroom. She began counting the seconds before Rox ignored her entirely and instead followed her. She knew Rox wouldn’t go back to sleep, but she still said it anyways.

She was a little worried. Their Viola was five years old and had been sleeping through the night on her own for a while now. So when she heard her cry, she was instantly concerned. Old habits and her protectiveness over her own child had her wanting to reach for a weapon or the nearest makeshift one she could get. Then logic and reason kicked in and when she entered her little one’s room to see her completely alone, woken by a bad dream, her heart rate calmed.

It took a good while to get Viola to calm down, her daughter sleepily detailing a scary dream through her tears as Lia scooped her up and held her close. She assured her daughter that everything was as it should be. She was safe at home, nothing out of place, no one in their home but the three of them, nothing to be scared of. Lia sat in the comfortable rocking chair next to the window, her daughter in her arms. She gently rocked back and forth, soothing her daughter as best she could.

Viola was still restless, squeezing Lia tight. She was fighting sleep, still shaken by the nightmare had dared wake her little girl. Lia softly stroked Vi’s hair and rubbed her back. “I’m here, love,” she said softly. “Go on and sleep, momma’s got you.” Vi nuzzled into her neck, cuddling impossibly close and Lia’s heart clenched. She didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much, but here was her and Roxanne’s precious little one, defying all odds and expectations.

Lia rocked her daughter, humming softly all the while. Viola fought sleep, but eventually caved. She finally felt Vi relax, though her tiny fists still gripped Lia’s shirt in a vice like grip. The room was dimly lit, illuminated only by the three moons of Naboo.

She felt rather than heard or saw Roxanne. Lia smiled softly. She knew it wouldn’t take long, just as she knew Rox wouldn’t just go back to sleep without her. As Rox approached, Lia kept rocking, still gently rubbing Viola’s back. “She had a nightmare,” she whispered. “Something about a monster with teeth too big for its mouth.” She thanked the Force that a monster that might not even be based on any real creature was all their baby had to be scared of. When Lia was six years old, she had terrible dreams of disappearing friends and a man in a cloak coming to take her family away. And later, later the nightmares would get worse, more bloody and terrifying and filled with ghosts of lost loved ones. She still had them sometimes. Even after years of peace, they never really left.

It was all worth it. The nightmares, the scars on hers and Roxanne’s bodies, both visible and invisible, it was all worth something. Because it meant that all Viola Malogaan-Starfallen had nightmares about were scary monsters. The only scars she had were from tripping while playing and scraping her knees, from general childhood clumsiness. If Lia and Rox had anything to do with it, Viola would never have to touch a blaster or hold a knife anywhere outside of the kitchen. All they fought for and all the terrible things they did had all been for something and this was it.

She felt Rox at her side, her hand in her hair for a moment before settling at the nape of her neck, her wife most definitely knowing exactly what was going through Lia’s mind. And then she felt her lips on her forehead. “Come on, let’s go back to bed,” she whispered. She saw how Vi gripped Lia’s shirt and Lia could feel Rox’s quiet laughter, as if it had bubbled up from her own chest. “All of us.”

Viola didn’t stir as Lia stood. Rox pulled them both into her arms, smoothing back Vi’s hair before kissing her temple, a gentle hand settling on Lia’s back. They walked back to hers and Rox’s bedroom. Viola didn’t wake as Rox gently extracted their sleeping daughter from her wife’s arms, laying her in the middle of their bed. Rox and Lia climbed in after, on either side of their daughter. Lia reached across their baby, their precious little light, and Roxanne’s fingers laced through hers.

They didn’t need words to say what they were feeling or thinking. Neither of them thought they’d get this. Not a quiet life on Naboo, not a daughter, not a future. Before she even met Roxanne, Lia had never even considered this life. She didn’t think past the next morning. And here they were, living that future they’d fought so hard for. The very proof of the future they fought for was sleeping peacefully between them. Lia squeezed her wife’s hand.

And it was like that they fell asleep, peaceful with their little one between them, the horrors of the past not daring to touch them tonight.

[themotivationjournals]

I promise to plant kisses like seeds on your body, so in time you can grow to love yourself as I love you.

Tyler Knott Gregson  (via wordsnquotes)

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Her smile lights up like spring, but don’t let that fool you; there are storm clouds in her eyes.

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