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Things almost every author needs to research

How bodies decompose

Wilderness survival skills

Mob mentality

Other cultures

What it takes for a human to die in a given situation

Common tropes in your genre

Average weather for your setting

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How bodies decompose

Wilderness survival skills

Mob mentality

Other cultures

What it takes for a human to die in a given situation

Common tropes for your genre

Average weather for your setting

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Blubbering: Unattractive, loud crying. Characterized by mutters, truncated, erratic breathing, clinched facial expressions and hunched posture. Hyperventilate-Crying: Forceful crying causing heavy breathing, resulting in the inability to speak or produce sounds even resembling words. Scream-Crying: Violent crying accompanied with bouts of yelling or sometimes shrieking. May also include slapping, punching or other physical expressions of distress. Silent Tears: Soft, inaudible crying that does not draw attention; May manifest only in a single tear rolling down one’s cheek. Sobbing: Heavy crying with a large volume tears flowing steadily; Generally audible but not inappropriately loud.

Sniveling: Audible, but soft crying, also prone to muttering and erratic breathing; May also show signs of drool or mucus. Weeping: A gentler version of sobbing; Involves soft, steady stream of tears with some times lightly audible signs of distress. Whimpering: Soft crying usually including few or no tears at all; Often incorporates muttering and/or high-pitched sighs.

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reblogs for writing reference*

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Photographer Kilian Schönberger created Brothers Grimm Homeland

German photographer Kilian Schönberger recently has presented his new project called “Brothers Grimm’s Homeland”, where author mixed photography with illustration. Big trees, dark homes and moody environment - these are the key elements that connected these photos with legendary Brother Grimm even more.

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A breakdown of medieval armor, since a lot of pieces are required to create a full suit.

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Knife Blade

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I’m a writer not a murderer

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Some links I have found in various Tumblr Posts that I have saved on my computer. I do not take credit for collecting all these links. Unfortunately, I did not have the mind to save/note where these various links come from. Thank you to whoever compiled these links together.

General Writing Tips, Guides and Advice

How to be Confident in Your Writing Start Your Novel Already! Why First Chapters Matter How to Outline a Novel Incorporating Flashbacks Word Building 101 Common Mistakes in Writing Tips on Getting Started What Not to Do 7 Tips to Become a Better Writer from Stephen King How to Use Reading to Become a Better Writer Why Writers Must Read How to Finish What You Start: A Five-Step Plan for Writers 31 Ways to Find Inspiration for Your Writing 10 Tips to Write Fanfiction Writing a Blurb 10 Writing Tips Perfecting Description Point of View Speed Up Your Writing Recieving Bad News Useful Writing Apps Avoiding Clichés Writing Lessons Finding Inspiration

Plot and Conflict

What is Conflict? Where’s Your Conflict? Adding Conflict to Your Scenes Guides for Using Inner Conflict That Makes Sense Plotting Your Novel Internal and External Conflict The Top Ten Plotting Problems The Elements of Plot Development Plot Help Writing a Plot Your Own Way Plot Development Develop a Plot Tension and Conflict Your Plot, Step by Step Plot vs. Exposition Plot and Conflict

Character Development

How to Describe the Body Shape of Female Characters

Character Apperance Help Words to Describe Voice Body Language Cheat Sheet Character Development Exercises 101 Character Development Questions Art of Character Development Introducing Characters Characters You Need to Reinvent Making Characters Likeable Heros and Villains Describing Clothing Understanding Body Language 100 Positive Traits Mental Illness in Writing Conflicts and Characters Indifferent, Distant Characters Bitchy Characters Describing Voice Being a Bitch Heartless Bitch Writing Nice Characters Character Questionnaire Mental Disorders Writing Characters with Mental Illness Writing Male Characters Playing Male Characters Breaking Sterotypes Characters with Glasses Rebellious Characters Writing Female Characters Writing Intriuging Male and Female Characters

Spelling, Punctuation and Grammar

Placement of Speech Tags

Grammar and Spelling Grammar Slammer! American vs. British Grammar HyperGrammar Grammar Girl Punctuating Dialogue How to Use the Semicolon Introduction to the Basic Rules of Punctuation Comma 101 All About Dialouge 11 Grammar Tips Comma Usage Correct Use of Apostrophe Proofreading Transition Words 40+ Tips to Improve your Grammar and Punctuation Better Writing: Grammar & Spelling Semicolons and Colons Underlining and Italicizing Dashes and Parentheses Hyphens Apostrophes The Ellipsis List of 1000+ Adjectives

All About Names

List of Names

100 Most Popular Names Sci-Fi Names Sci-Fi Names Part 2 Name Berry Behind the Name Fantasy Name Generator 20,000+ Names From Around the World Victorian Era Names How to Choose a Name Naming Your Characters Give Your Character the Perfect Name Name that Character! 10 Tips to Name Your Character

Genre Based

20 Tips to Writing Love Scenes

On Love And Sex All That Sex!

Writing “Real” Men in Romance Fiction Kissing How to Write a Kissing Scene: Valentine Edition How to Write a Kiss? And Should You Write Sex? The Keys to Conflict Writing Gender-Specific Dialouge Things Smut Writers Should Know How to Write a Sex Scene 3 Secrets to Writing Sex Writing Love Scenes Why You Should Write Love Stories How to Write Horror Horror Sub-Genres Horror Plot Cliches 25 Things You Should Know About Writing Horror Plot and Character in Horror Fiction 7 Laws of Comedy 5 Secrets for Improving Comedy Writing How to Break into Comedy How to Be Funny Mystery Writing Lessons 10 Rules for Mystery Mystery Writing

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Word Count

Story Starters & idea Generators Fifty Quick Writing Prompts Write or Die Writing Prompt Generator Dictionary.com Thesaurus.com Oxford Dictionary Spanish Dictionary Medical Dictionary Your Dictionary A Bunch of Character Questionnaires

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Starting a short story, tell me what you think?

Chapter 1

The moment people lay eyes on Amber Pond, the first thing they notice is her eyes. They comment on the different color, and some even dare to ask her if she uses contacts. But with the addition of black rimmed glasses, maybe the throng of people would think twice about what they were seeing, believing they were imagining things, or think that the light had hit her eyes at a strange angle.

She looked at herself in the mirror, focusing on her eyes instantly. While perfectly healthy, Amber's eyes where two different colors. Her left eye was a deep cerulean color that changed to a darker blue as they day progressed. In the morning, (for a few minutes after she had woken up), it would be a blue so light they almost looked grey, then to her trademark cerulean shade, and by the end of they day it was a deep dark blue it almost looked indigo.

Her right eye was an intense green, bright and shiny like an emerald but greener. It was a beautiful color that she admired but could never place a name to it. Countless of times she had tried to replicate the color of her eyes on computer painting programs but none came close to matching.

She sighed and went on to fix her hair. One would imagine for her to have red hair if they only noticed her green eye, but she had black hair that passed her shoulders. That was another one of her traits that people noticed: hair so black they thought she dyed it that color.

Amberquickly adjusted her glasses when a voice called out, "Stop dawdling, you'll be late to school!"

Checking the time on her brand-new phone, she ran out her room, grabbing her bag and keys. She didn't even bother sitting down for the breakfast her mother had cooked for her.

She started her car and sped to school, hoping she wouldn't be late. Richland High was a public school filled with loitering students that wandered outside the campus before classes started. Amber got out of her car and immediately pulled the hood of her jacket over her head, trying to cover her face, and starting walking to the entrance, eyes cast down so no one would notice her.

When she reached the doors, someone was holding the door open for her, but she didn't bother to look up to see who it was. She knew that the moment he (she could tell it was a guy by the jeans he was wearing) would take notice of her eyes, he would undoubtedly stare and make rude remarks about it.

It didn't really bother Amber that her eyes were different, she loved that she was different than other people. Her eyes made her unique and special but the thing she hated was that it brought attention to her. She didn't like being the center of attention, unlike the rest of the girls in her school who were histrionic to the point of being narcissistic.

She mumbled a thank you before going through the open door, almost bumping into the new students who were just standing in the middle of the hallway. They turned to look at her with guilt on their faces. Amber's eyes flitted to their faces and then she cast them down again, embarrassed when it seemed like she was snooping in on their private conversation.

She made her way to her first class with them both on her mind. Jamie and Zeke Aleyato both looked like twins but claimed they weren't. They both had light blonde hair, Jamie's was so long it almost reached her bottom, while Zeke's was short and spiky. Standing side by side, they had the same facial features that anyone would mistake as twins; honey colored eyes, high cheek bones and a beautiful smile that lit up their faces.

Amber sensed them following her to class, but didn't think twice about it since they were in first period together. She sat down in her desk in the back of the classroom, starting at her desk and ignoring the siblings as they sat down in their own desks. She flashed back to a few months ago when she attended a prestigious private school instead of the public school she was in now.

Before her Dad had died, both her parents thought she deserved the best of an education so they worked extra hard for her to be able to attend the best private school in the state. She had studied hard in elementary and middle school, and even after her Dad died, she still managed to get accepted to Kingsbury Prep. She enjoyed the vigorous work in her classes even if she didn't have any friends, she had been deemed a freak by the other students because of her eyes. Then one day, her Mom had broken the news to Amber that even with two jobs, it was getting hard to pay both the school's tuition and their rent.

She tried getting a job herself to pay for their living costs, but it was against the school's rules for their students to have an after school job unless it was an unpaid internship. So with a lot of thought put into it, they both decided that she would have to transfer to a public school instead. She knew her mother felt guilty that she couldn't keep her dead husband's wish but Amber didn't care about anything other than making sure her mother didn't work herself to death for her daughter's education. She knew that soon enough college would be lurking around the corner, taunting her.

Laughter coming from the siblings' direction brought her out of her thoughts. She stared at them both, remembering why she was thinking about her old school. The Aleyato siblings had been students at Kingsbury Prep also. A few weeks after she started attending Richland High, she was surprised to see them in the hallways, looking for their classes. Everyone immediately knew they came from money, and good looks. They students flocked to them, guys trying to get close to Jamie or girls wanting Zeke's attention but they had searched the crowd and when they had spotted her, they made their escape from the crowd and tried to talk to her.

Amber remembered the way they looked relieved that they had found a familiar face but she knew that if anyone saw the siblings talking to her, all their attention would be on her, too. She had run from them, hiding in the girls restroom, not bothering to come out of a stall even when Jamie walked in to call for her. She had waited a few minutes for Amber to come out but didn't, so she left.

After that, they hadn't bothered to try to talk to her anymore. She felt guilty for how she acted and was certain they thought she was mean. She took a deep breath and was about to blurt out an apology to them when students started to file in after the warning bell rang. She closed her mouth and slid down her chair more, trying to be invisible. Suddenly, the bell rang and the teacher came in, clearing his throat. Amber knew the next words that he was going to say so she pulled her hood down and stared at the clock on top of the dry-erase board. Zeke turned to look at her with a tilt to his head, but she ignored him, already counting the minutes for class to be over.

The class dragged on for an hour and as the students were leaving at the end of class, Mr. Merritt called out for her to stay so she could fill out some papers. She walked to his desk, was handed a packet of papers- field trip slips, emergency contacts, class schedule, etc- that she hadn't filled out last week because she had been sick. While she was busy writing down the information, she noticed Jamie pause at the door like she wanted to say something but when Amber looked up at her, she was already walking away.

After filing out the papers, she handed them back and quickly grabbed the pass Mr. Merritt was holding. She walked out into the empty hallway, surprised that it had taken so long, and instantly spotting Jamie and Zeke huddled together whispering with someone else. She stopped abruptly, the sound of her Converse sneakers squeaking against the linoleum floor, scaring the group into silence. They turned to stare at her but she couldn't see who the third person was because of Zeke's tall stature. The siblings kept staring daggers at her without making a sound. It almost seemed like they had been talking about her, and were looking guilty at having been caught. But that couldn't be it, they had no reason to be talking about her. It was only her imagining things, just like she imagined the look of interest in Zeke's face in the classroom. Just like now, Zeke was giving her the once-over. Feeling self-conscious, she ducked her head and walked past them, her face burning red. They watched her go past them, and it wasn't until she had turned the corner that she started running to her second class, wondering about how weird they were acting. And when she entered her class, she knew things were going to get weirder.

***

Amber was in the last class of the day when she was called to the front office 10 minutes before the bell rang. She groaned as she stuffed her things in her bag, crumbling the pass the office aide had brought over. The rest of the class "ooh'ed" as she closed the door behind her and she wondered what they wanted to talk to her about. She was a good student, made good grades and never skipped class or got into trouble. There was nothing that warranted her presence at front office except that maybe there was something wrong with her transcript from Kingsbury Prep, but after 2 months of normal attendance, that hardly seemed likely.

She made her way to the office, opened the glass door, and waited at the secretary's desk to show her the pass. Ms. Silvers pointed at the row of chairs near a wall without bothering to look up from her computer screen. Amber sat down, patiently waiting for someone to attend her. After the bell rang and dismissed the students from their classes, the halls filled with loud groups of students who were eager to hang out and have fun after hours of being in school. She watched them pass by, wistfully wishing she was one of the normal students who had friends.

After 20 minutes of sitting around, she got up and walked back to Ms. Silvers' desk. She waited until she looked away from the computer screen then smiled at her. Ms. Silvers gave her a puzzled look.

"Yes? What can I help you with?" She gave her a fake smile as she stared at Amber's eyes. They always did.

Amber tried hard not to glare at her. "I got a pass to come down here," She showed her the pass. Ms. Silvers shook her head, looking down at her papers. "Mr. Emiyott? I'm sorry, there is no faculty member here by that name. Maybe you got this a joke."

"What? But an office aide brought this to my class." Amber said, confusion written on her face.

"An aide? What are you talking about? We haven't had office aides since the Seniors graduated last year."

"What?" Amber whispered, not believing what she was hearing.

"Are you sure it was one of the aides? What did he look like?"

Amber thought back to when there as a knock on the door, a guy had entered and had handed the pass to Mr. Newman, but the more she tried to picture the guy in detail, the more he became a fuzzy memory. She bit her lip, and tried to picture the scene in her head. There had been a knock on the door, a student had walked in, stopped and stared right at her before he gave the pass to Newman. Thinking back on it, it sort of seemed ridiculous when the only detail she could clearly remember was that he was wearing all black and he sort of glowed blue. She chided herself. Glowed blue? Where had that come from? It sounded absurd. He probably had his hair dyed blue, that's why she was so confused.

"Um, he was wearing black clothes and had bright blue hair."

"Blue hair?" Ms. Silvers shook her blond head. "I'm sorry, you know students aren't allowed to have outrageous hair colors here. I think someone was fooling around. Sorry to have kept you waiting."

Amber grabbed the pass from the table and stomped to her car. She was about to crumple the piece of paper when she noticed something off about it. She smoothed the paper out and thoroughly examined it. She stared in shock when she noticed the words had disappeared and she was holding an empty piece of paper in her hand. The paper slipped from her fingers and flew away in the breeze. She watched it drift away, wondering if she was going crazy. She looked at her hands and noticed a huge ink spot on her left hand, like a pen had exploded on her. Confused, she tried to rub it away on her black jacket but it didn't come off. She shrugged and got in her car, already having forgotten the paper and not noticing that a car was following her on the way home.

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