My dark and twisted word spews whenever life throws me a curveball. And the occasionally burst of other creative writing experiences that I claim is all "Inspired by Stardust". Yet it could very well just be sand and dirt i kick around, but in the flickering sunlight even the darkest dirt will sparkle.
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This is crazy and I'm freaking out but also very happy and excited. Gonna shower all my SoMe profiles w this today and Wednesday. Will share a link once it goes live.
i have just stumbled upon the most beautiful public document i have ever laid eyes on. this also goes for anyone whose pastimes include any sort of character creation. may i present, the HOLY GRAIL:
this wonderful 88-page piece has step by step breakdowns of how names work in different cultures! i needed to know how to name a Muslim character, it has already helped me SO MUCH and i’ve known about it for all of 15 minutes!! i am thoroughly amazed and i just needed to share with you guys
Anne-Marie can also be found on Instagram: kofoed779new
Anne-Marie has been especially inspired by #FFF183 Late Night Train, so let's have a look at it!
The Compass of Time is a short story.
Blurb: In her hunt for "The Compass of Time," Faye suddenly finds herself among her late father's co-workers, The League, treasure hunters extraordinaire. While they search for the compass, she finds a friend and fellow co-conspirator in young Fergus who is also a member of the League. What will happen if she gets her hands on the compass? Will she abide by the rules of the League to never use the artifacts they find or try to get her father back?
You can read the original FFF entry HERE, and the whole piece over on quotev HERE.
A few words from Anne-Marie:
The prompt "Late Night Train" was my first entry to FFF, my two main characters in the train scene wouldn't leave me alone, and when I entered a Sci-fi contest/challenge Faye and Fergus was very insistent on it being their story I would tell, and since I had been assigned the trope "Time Travel" this little 5000 word short story was created. It might not had won, but I'm very proud of it, and who knows perhaps one day I'll pick up Faye and Fergus and see what life brought them after the events of this short story.
It's been so much fun to follow you each week, I might not have entered a whole lot in the past few months but it's always interesting to read the awesome flash fiction that people write.So much talent.
I participated last year, and absolutely loved the whole concept and reading all the fantastic stories everyone came up with.
What inspired your topic?
The title “The Pirate Prince” popped into my mind last year, (It was just too much work for me to have two projects for the CSSNS even since I knew both would be multichapter.) Then things rolled along the lines of coming up with a setting and for some reason I settled on something with dragons. So I ended up with a mix between the “How to train your Dragon” and “Treasure Planet” and my brain continued to suggest it be somewhat steampunk fantasy genre.
If you would like to share a snippet/sneak peek/summary of your fic or artwork, please use the space below.
Back story is: Killian is trying to save his brother’s life, he needs a Phoenix flower plant (I KNOW i repurpose that totally made up plant from my “The Dark Elven” from last year. But yeah this works here too.) On his mission, he comes across the princess of Misthaven and her son, though he won’t know she’s the princess at first… somehow they end up on his ship and follow on the journey to the ends of the world for this special plant…. still a bit loose on the entire plot thing, but it worked out okay last year so why not also this year?
SNIPPET: (The first meeting between Emma and Hook)
Emma smiled and looked over at her son, who now had his back turned to them and her heart sank when she realized he was watching the pirate walk up to the bar. “Hello, there lad.” The pirate said with a smile, “You were absolutely right, their pies here are the best I’ve ever tasted in all the realms.” Emma gasped, when had Henry talked to this man? “Henry?” Her voice was sharp and she ignored the grin spreading over the pirate’s face. “Yes Mom?” Henry turned around and gave her an innocent doe-eyed look. “Did you speak with a stranger before I found you outside?” “Perhaps.” Henry looked down at his fingers picking at the hemline of his jacket. “Not to worry miss.” Even when Emma sent him a sharp look the pirate still continued, “I merely inquired about what happened to the Rabbit Hole.” “Well this is clearly not the Rabbit Hole,” Emma said and gave him another glare, it didn’t bode well in her mind that Henry had been speaking with this man. “Come Henry we’re leaving.” “But Moooom,” Henry wined as he jumped from the stool, “I wanted to go see his ship.” The pirate chuckled and bowed, “You can’t miss her, she is the beauty with the magical sails. She’s the fastest in all the realms.” “Really?” Henry stopped right in front of the pirate. “Henry!” Emma said between clenched teeth, this had to stop now. “But mom please…” “Absolutely not a chance in hell we’ll not go to the docks to see a pirate ship.” “But it’s got magical sails.” Henry huffed and waved his hands aimlessly in the air. Emma knew her son was seconds away from rolling his eyes too. “I don’t really care if the damn thing’s got dragon wings and unicorn horn at the bow. We’re not going.” Emma grabbed her son’s arm and tugged him towards the door. “I actually have a dragon.” The pirate had the audacity to pipe up. Emma ignored her son’s excited gasp at this revelation and reached for the door.
What are you looking forward to most about participating in this event?
Finishing the story that has been on the back burner for the past year now. AND reading all the wonderful stories everyone comes up with, AND seeing the fanart.
This story sounds very intriguing! Be sure to read it when @mie779 posts on July 23rd!
Dearest writers and Flash Fiction Friday enthusiasts!
Today isn’t just any Friday. “It’s Flash Fiction Friday”, you might think and, yes, of course it is! But it’s even more! Today, we’re posting our 200th prompt. 200 prompts, 200 weeks: That’s way over 3 years—nearly 4 years even. We’ve been around for quite a while! But what would our prompts even be if there was no one to write for them? To bring them to life?
Exactly. Then it would just be three meaningless words each week.
Even if we had only 20 entries per week, that would mean that there are 4000 flash fiction pieces in existence that have been written for this event. If everyone had only written 500 words per entry, that would make 2.000.000 words written since. That is all YOUR work!
So when we want to celebrate our 200th prompt, we actually want to celebrate you.
One of our dragons whispered into our ears that every now and then, people write way more than our limit of 1000 words. Not just a little more. But whole universes have been created because one tiny flash fiction piece has given them the spark of inspiration.
Today, we want to shine a light onto those pieces that never make it onto our blog, even if they are, in some way, an inherent part of it.
Below you will find a link to a form that you may fill out if you have a piece, or even pieces, that only exist because we once posted three magic words. We will create a post especially for your piece and post it on our blog. It doesn’t matter whether it is a 5k short story or a published book, we will give it a shout out either way!
But wait, wait! ✨
If you read this and think "But I have always kept to the limit, so I can't participate!"—fret not! Of course, we've thought of you too. To celebrate your creativity, we will shoutout your favourite FFF entry. Simply send us your post via DM, and we will give it a(nother) reblog to make sure many people can read your favourite FFF piece. <3
(This is an either/or situation. Either you participate by filling out the form, or you send us your fave entry via DM.)
Deadline: This celebration will be open for a whole week until May 19th!
Welcome to our little celebration! Fill out this form to get a shout out to your writing on our FFF blog! Note: We only shout-out projects t
Disclaimer: We do not claim ownership of the contents of the posts or the stories presented within. The contents of the stories and books are unknown to us and we do not take responsibility for it. All rights and responsibility lay with the respective authors.
Until then, take a look at last week's entries, and see you with a fresh prompt in an hour!
Hope it's not "cheating" to use/repurpose something I've written some time ago. But this little "magical" piece fits into the "Pure Imagination" theme, well at least I think it does. Looking forward to seeing if my fellow writers think the same. I did do a bit of editing on it tonight, fixing a few things.
This here Picture was what inspired me
Magicus Scripto Somnia
Dust filled the air around me as I pushed the covers away from the large ship's chest nestled in the darkest corner of the attic. Once the dust settled, I brushed my fingers over the aged wood, carved out with an exquisite sense of detail.
The chest opened with an eerily creaking sound, echoing under the wooden beams of the attic. I found several boxes of old photos of my dearly beloved grandmother. She left me this chest, this very house, but it would never bring her back. The woman who showed me the wonders of books, reading, and even writing. She was my haven for so many years. A tear trickled down my cheek while I perused the aged photos, some even from before her own birth.
Moving the boxes I could feel an enormous book wrapped in linen cloth. It was heavy and quite thick, so I placed it on a nearby crate and pulled up a rickety old stool. Peeling away the cloth from the leather-bound tome sent a shiver down my spine. The leather was engraved with a moon and sun among countless little stars. Biting my lip I flipped open the book and read the title “Magicus Scripto Somnia”. It sounded Latin, so I pulled out my phone to find out what it all meant. “Magical composed dreams”, or something similar to this.
“What the hell is this book?” I asked the dark nooks and crannies around me.
Then I inspected the next page and found a small handwritten text; With this book, you have the power to form and create your own dreams. Beware, if you dream too big, there’s a long way down. Somnium caute.
The handwriting wasn’t my grandmother’s, I wondered how she’d come into possession of this curious book. It all sounded very ominous and honestly it scared me. Yet I flipped to the next page and gasped when the page was blank. Yet the dull yellowish pages seemed to have several faded lines scribbled on them. I squinted my eyes trying to read some of the words, but it was useless. The words were blurred together on top of one another. Sighing, I tapped the book with my fingers, contemplating what I should do with this book. My grandmother had always been a speaker of all things strange and cryptic, even magic things.
I took the book down into the livingroom and placed it on the old desk where my grandmother had written her tales of magic and faraway lands. Living in the shadow of her outstanding writing haunted me for years. I want to create and breathe life into my own stories. Glancing at the book again, ideas formed in my head.
Making a cup of tea and finding the last baked cookies I settled down and began writing in the heavy tome. The paper crinkled under the pen; the ink settled in the aged pages. After several long hours of writing, I fell asleep. My Head slumped down over my arms, hugging the book, now filled with my biggest dreams and desires.
When I woke up, I wasn’t holding the book, my arms wrapped around a feathery soft pillow. The material soft against my cheek, the scent of lilies hung in the air. My favorite flower. Squinting against the sunlight streaming into the room I forced myself to wake up.
The comforter covering my body slid down as I rolled over to take in my surroundings. The room was bright with splashes of color carefully scattered around the room. A red vase holding a large bouquet of lilies. The soft purple throw pillows on the small settee by the windows. Pale blue flowery patterns on the airy curtains.
I stretched my body, willing my mind to absorb the reality of what had happened. The book worked, I was in my dreams. It was all magical as I walked out of the room, out of the open door to the colorful garden outside. As I walked around the world I created, I knew my life would forever be here, nothing would hurt, no more loneliness, no more mockery of my words, written or spoken. Here I was the queen of the castle, I would rule this place. I only hoped that my dreams weren't too big, I didn’t want to fall. But with the carefully planned words I’d written in the book I was sure my life from now on would be pure magic.
Thank you all for your wonderful entries last week! We loved reading all of them ^^ (If we missed your entry, please let us know)
Consider checking out your fellow writers' pieces, give out those likes and reblogs and gather some inspiration for the new prompt dropping at 12 pm CET!
We'll see you then ✨
Late Night Train by @clarislam
Late Night Train by @borealwrites
Late Night Train by @nyamadermont
The Professor on the Train by @on-noon
Not Too Far Down the Tracks by @polizwrites
Late Night Train by @janetm74fics
Late Night Delight by @anonymousdandelion
Late Night Train by @enchantress-of-words
Phantoms by @riemmetric
Late Night Train by @inspiredbystardust
Underworld by @wayoftheworld
Midnight Train by @writing-far-too-badly
Vagabond Under the Stars by @odysseywritings
Yellow Line Train by @itsmoonpeaches
Derailed by @jlilycorbie
Late Night Train by @easybells-writes
Stuck Either Way by @starlightswitch
The Last Train by @jesmme
The Bells Are Calling by @renee-writer
Wanna Take a Train? by @edosianorchids901
When I've Got Nothing But My Aching Soul by @ineedaplacetostay
First-time posting for the @flashfictionfridayofficial event. this time it's the prompt called "Late Night Train". It's a bit nerve-wracking throwing this out here for the world to see and read (and judge 🙈)
I hope you like this. It was great fun to do, and hopefully, the glaring grammar mistakes have been caught by my good online friend (and fellow lover of writing) Justine. 😍
Enjoy.
-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'THE NIGHT TRAIN-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-
The train whistle pierced the air as steam enveloped the form of the latecomer rushing down the waiting area. With one last glance over her shoulder, Faye grabbed the door and hauled herself inside the train which moved one second later.
Out of breath, she took a few seconds to compose herself before she weaved her way to the vacant seat she spotted. She sighed in relief, no more running for her life. Catching the last late-night train out of the city was her saving grace. Draz would have to do one better if he wanted to find her now, the treasure hunter was always one step behind her.
She found her notebook and a pen in her backpack and flipped the pages to her last entry. Her brow furrowed as she jotted down: “No luck in finding the Golden Compass, moving to the next location.” The elusive myth had slipped through her fingers yet again. She tucked the notebook into its spot between her last set of clean clothes and the bar of chocolate she snatched from a vendor near the train station.
The dark landscape flashed by her window, lulling her into a half-slumber, but she kept her gaze on the doors. Riding on a late-night train had its perks with fewer people traveling so late.
Faye used her spare time to plan out her next move. Her contacts had sent her on a wild goose chase and she’d gotten far too close to Draz for her liking. She hoped Draz had lost her trail, and she wouldn’t have to deal with the delusional treasure hunter again.
When the doors opened, she sat up straight and eyed the newcomer. The train had not stopped at any stations yet so he must have been at the other end of the train.
The man scanned the compartment and when his eyes landed on Faye a small smile formed on his lips. Faye didn’t like this, not one bit, strangers smiling at her was not to be trusted.
Faye turned her gaze partly away from the man and hoped he would just walk through, but moments later he slumped down in the seat opposite of her. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his legs, his fingers clasped, one finger pointing directly at Faye.
“Just the lass I’ve been looking for.” He drawled, his head bobbing up and down.
“Get lost,” Faye grumbled, slipping her arm through the strap of her backpack, just in case she had to run, again.
“Oh, I’m not lost.” The man chuckled and shook his head, “Nah, I’ve found you, didn’t I?” He tilted his head to the side and winked at her.
“If you work for Draz you’re out of luck. I won’t help you.” She lifted her chin in defiance, her eyes glued to the man, she usually could tell if someone tried to lie to her.
“Draz, blaaz.” The man scoffed and waved one hand in the air, “that loser won’t see a veritable treasure even if it dropped in his lap.” He lifted his head in a laugh, making a few of the other travelers turn their heads toward them.
“Who are you?” Faye shifted on her seat, tugging her backpack closer, just in case.
“Name’s Fergus.” He tipped his head and did a small salute, “at your service Miss Faye the Fairy.”
“You know my name?” Faye gasped and felt her pulse spike at the mere thought of someone knowing her name that she didn’t know herself. She rolled her eyes, “I’m no fairy either.”
“Oh aye, we know a lot about you.” The Cheshire cat grin on Fergus’ face made her uneasy. “The elusive Faye, a myth just like fairies.”
“We?” Faye hated how her voice seemed to tremble right now.
“The League.” Fergus shrugged, “never heard of us, hav’ ya?”
“No…” She might have picked up on chatter about the League, but never believed the tales to be true, but he didn’t need to know that.
“We could use a brilliant mind like yours.” Fergus tapped his temple, “the old sods currently trying to find the treasures of this world are getting a bit… ah, shall we say, gray at the temples?” He smirked, “if you know what I mean.”
“Old as shite?”
“Oh aye, The League is recruiting new brilliant minds like you and me.” Fergus leaned back on his seat, weaving his hands behind his head.
“So you’re a treasure hunter too?” Faye asked cautiously, she still wasn’t sure if she trusted this man.
Fergus merely nodded and closed his eyes, as if he had all the time in the world.
“So what’s the catch?” Faye asked warily.
Fergus shifted upright in his seat again and looked at her with kind eyes; the crinkles forming at his eyes gave away that he might be a few years older than her. Faye shook her head, she wasn’t going down that road; she wanted to discover the treasures of this world, not engage in… well never mind.
“There’s no catch, come with me to the headquarter and you will see for yourself,” Fergus suggested casually.
“And Draz? Is he part of the League?”
“Oh heavens no, that bastard is on his own, along with a handful of other rogue treasure hunters that we know of.” Fergus explained, leaning closer, “so what say you, care to take a leap of faith and join the League?”
Faye pursed her lips and took a few moments to think over the offer. Her futile attempts to find the Golden Compass had come to a halt, perhaps one of those old geezers knew more about the artifact than she had procured. Once the compass was found, she could always go her own ways again.
Faye took a leap of faith on the late-night train.
Om en uge starter #nanowrimo og det er 3. gang jeg er med. For to år siden omskrev jeg slutningen på min første roman. Og sidste år skrev jeg første rough draft på min bog to (der hænger lidt sammen med den første). Begge bøger er i "romantic suspense" genren. Jeg har altid gerne villet skrive en fantasy bog, og har haft en ide liggende i over 20 år😮 Den oprindelige ide er MEGET forandret nu, den er knap så "sukkersød" og der er bl.a. komme drage shifters ind. Måske/måske ikke er jeg blevet påvirket af Game of Thrones😂😬 Begge portræt billederne er lavet via #artbreeder og dragen er lavet via et andet AI art program (#nightcafestudio ) De er blevet ca som jeg forstiller mig mine to hovedpersoner ser ud. MEN der er så meget mere end blot udseende når du laver dine karakterer. Alt det har jeg nu en uge til at finde ud af OG få lidt bedre overblik over min verdens forhistorie. Fik jeg sagt at jeg ikke er en #plotter og heller ikke helt #pantser men mere en #plantser (sådan 80% pantser og 20%plotter) Så jeg får udfordret mig selv, men glæder mig enormt meget til på næste Tirsdag hvor jeg kommer til at opleve det magiske rige jeg har skabt sammen med min hovedperson Mia (hun mangler et god efternavn??) #nanowrimo #nanowrimo2022 #writerscommunity #forfatter #forfatterliv #wip #prep #nanoprep #characterdesign #worldbuilding #newproject #writing #writinglife #lovewriting https://www.instagram.com/p/CkIN3xZq7c3/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
a dawn and twilight version of the cover i did for @mie779 cssns fic “The Dark Elven” featuring Emma and Killian as a pair of star crossed elven lovers 🌙✨☀️
Thank you for the collaboration in the CSSNS22 event it has been a great joy to follow your process in making these two stunning covers. I'm in love with both of them, and yeah I placed them together side by side and they are now my laptop wallpaper. It was such an honor to have such a talented artist do this for my story. It made this whole event so worth it, and such a great experience. A huge thanks to the ladies behind the CSSNS event, I'm going to be on board this next year.
