Different Stories Resonate with Different People
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Different Stories Resonate with Different People
I will always reblog this.
Help wanted!
ok guys, i need some help, how in the world do you describe an accent with out saying âsouthernâ or âAsianâ or whatever the name of the accent really is?
iâm trying to write a character that has never heard of âAsianâ anything, and when she meets and Asian character how do I go about describing him correctly?
Fanfiction Work-In-Progress Guessing Game
Send me a word, if itâs in my wip document Iâll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in
THIS IS AWESOME.Â
Oh, please do this!
Please ask away! <3
Do it, I dare you.
Help wanted!
Iâve got a problem, iâm trying to write about a girl who is in a lad, having tests being done on her. but I guess Iâve been his with a bit of writers block, if anyone could help me out, that would be great.
sentience starters, torture prompts, inside look on lab rats/humans... you get me right? I need a little help, and you guys are my only hope.
iâm looking at you for some help science side of tumbler.
Query Generator!
Iâve just launched a new website called Query Generator!
Query Generator is a tool for fiction writers in the early stages of drafting or reworking their query letters. The Generator helps you identify important aspects of your story and gathers them into a standard query structure.Â
The main feature of the website is the Generator itself, which has a form thatâs divided into five sections:
Section 1: The Protagonist
Section 2: The Plot
Section 3: Meta Data
Section 4: You!
Section 5: The Agent
The Generator looks something like this:
Every single item has both an explanations and a few examples of how you might fill out the item, which should help to guide you in filling out each section. Some of the questions are extremely simple (ex. âFull Nameâ) while some might take a bit of thinking (ex. âInitial Challengesâ).Â
Once youâre done, your query will look something like the ones on the Example Page:Â
The example page features the âblankâ template and two examples of filled out forms. This will help you see how everything actually fits together, and should provide you with some further help before you start with your own query - or, if the Generator produces an incoherent mess - will help you see how it was everything was meant to come together in the end. You can really see here that there are very few words the Generator actually adds to your project. The longest string is six. The Generator is meant to help you find your own words as you draft your query.Â
Finally, thereâs an Advice Page:Â
This page is meant to help you:
understand why the generator functions the way it does,Â
provides tips for further editing your query, and
helps you look toward next steps once you finish revising your query.
Why the Generator Exists
Iâve noticed, doing some query critiques here and in workshops with friends, that many first-attempts at queries are missing some fundamental story elements: protagonist ages, word counts, inciting incidents, setting, etc. No matter how well written they were, they werenât fulfilling all of the functions required by query letters.Â
I have my writing the perfect query letter post, but as I was helping a friend rewrite her query, I realized that some elements were just so formulaic, that there had to be a way to just⊠make a query generating form.
So I decided to build, basically, a Query Ad-Libs. You fill out a form that asks for your story elements, giving you examples and explanations to help you along the way. Once it has the information, it puts everything together, and hands it back to you in a standard query layout.
It wonât be well-written, but itâll be a starting point for you to take back to your Word Doc and hopefully use to make something amazing.
A Simple WebsiteÂ
This website was created by me (concept, content, & design) and my boyfriend (qualified, professional computer programmer). We didnât have a team or testers or any outside help along the way. Just a drive to combine our skills and do something with our time besides binging Netflix (and many, many cups of Starbucks.) Itâs not a professional or moneymaking endeavor, either. There are no ads or fees.Â
However, if you find the site useful and would like to show your appreciation, donations of cups of coffee via Ko-Fi would be greatly valued, and spent coming up with additional content, either for this site or a new one:Â https://ko-fi.com/letswritesomenovels.Â
Also, if you come across any bugs, please let us know, so we can fix them for future visitors to the Query Generator!Â
I hope you check it out, and - if you do - I hope you find it useful to your writing endeavors, whether youâre getting ready to query, dreaming of querying, or just having fun.Â
https://www.querylettergenerator.com/
xx Julia (letswritesomenovels)
this is important stuff to know kids! ^^^^^^^^^
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My book title is~
"Honour Roll, Frida Kahlo and Other Side Effects of Being 16"
Tagging @jungwoohug @maggiandmilo @igenll @suga-is-spicy @loveypetalbutseokjin and just anyone who wants to lmao
"Happy endings, the sun, and other lies I've told"
The accuracy in this one big love
I tag @incorrect-kpop-mess @good-girlinhell @pastelyoongi @nanjaemin @fandomshavecollided
Book title: Boy bands, Karl Marx and other signs of the end of the world
Ok I'll take it
I'll tag @on-goingcrisis @fandomshavecollided @istantoomanypeeps @maggiandmilo
Book title: Popularity, Hate, and Other Fatal Circumstances
Hmmm, interesting, I'll take it
tagging: @maggiedea @pikachulein and @bananabeanz
Book title: Boys, Karl Marx, and Other Lies I've Believed.
Okay, but this is low-key accurateđđđđ
tagging: @xiaocity @yeonki @jinniesmeow and anyone else who'd like to do it~
âhonor role, fairy princess and other impossible ordeals.â
thatâs one heck of a book tittle
Poem
Tiny fingers barely make their way around a father's finger
Fathers hands are many things
They are strength
To hold our hand while we learn to walk
They are will-power
To help us when we ride our bike
They are rules
To keep us from forbidden paths
And they are gentle
To give us just a father's touch
Our hands grow bigger to the size of his palm
We learned to walk and we walked away
We rode our bikes and we rode for days
We learned the rules but took the paths
And fathers touch was always there
We all wander and we all roam
We walk for miles away from home
But a father's touch canât be forgotten
We always walk the miles back
With father's hands open and waitâen
As we grow old his hands shrink
Soon ours fit from heel to tip
We come and go from father's home
Never staying long
But everytime that we return
Fathers hands are just as strong
When they hold usÂ
Itâs like we shrink
Our fatherâs hands are many things
They are strength
To hold our hand and help us find a job
They are will-power
To teach us when we drive a car
They are rules
To keep us on the straight and narrow
To give us our Fatherâs touch
Iâm back
i know iâve been dead for a while, but hopefully iâll be posting at least once a week again
Help Wanted!
so iâm trying to kill of my main characters mom.
i kinda want her to die in this boat accident, but iâm having trouble pulling it off, does anyone have any tips?
poem
Iâm like me
Just because I dont starve myself
Doesnât mean that Iâm not sad
Happiness has nothing to do with health
The people who say this make me mad
I shove food into my mouth
As a way to fill the void in my soul.
It turns my life so north is south
To where I now have a worldly goal
Be pretty skinny and silent
But Iâm ugly fat and Violent
Girls like pink and doing their hair
I like blue and roughhousing at the fair
it doesn'tâ make me a boy
If I donât want to be someone's toy
The skinny and pretty are unusually cruel
They trap me in a game meant for a fool
The school year slowly comes to an end
And every other person wishes they were dead
The monsters are in my head
Not under my bed
Why can you not understand
Iâm not like you
Iâm like me
But sometimes that isnât enough
skit for history class
Helmet: come get you authentic spartan helmet today!
Hat: michigan state spartan hats for sale!
(customer walks over to Hemet merchant.)
C: how much are they?
Helmet: only $100
C:wow that's a lot of money!
Hat: why buy that ancient trash when you can buy a Michigan state spartan hat for $99.99!
C:wow that is cheap!
Helmet: 25% off now itâs $75!
Hat: did you know that the mettle is fake?
Helmet: and yours is made from pig but.
Hat: at least I donât smell like one. . .
Let it sink in
Hat: 71% off final offer $25!
Helmet: if you buy mine Iâll give you a free rock!
Hat: if you buy mine Iâll give you three free rockâs
C: ya know? Iâm just going to let you two sort this out.
(customer walks away and the merchants throw hats at each other.)
we needed to make a skit about the Spartans and the Athens and this is what happened.
pass around story
I look around as I stand in the dark ally. Several cars drive by, but too fast to see the driver. Which means they can't see me or my face. I look at my watch to see what time it is. Itâs almost three a.m. I unclip my watch and examine the engraving on the back.
To my dear grandson, Jax.
The sound of feet coming towards me startles me and I shove my silver watch onto my coat pocket, it bumps into my envelope full of 100 dollar bills. I exhaled heavily and I can see my breath. The two dark figures get closer. One is two feet taller than the other and very muscular. The other is rather scrawny.
âYou have the money?â the scrawny middle aged man asks. I Â was confused, I didnât owe money to anyone.
âWhat are you talking about? Who are you?â I asked. Well, that made the man more confused than me.
âIâm Harry Rettop, we talked on the phone?â he responded. All the sudden, I remembered. He was the one that wanted his pay for the stuff I stole.
Earlier that day, I was dared to steal money from the bank just around the corner of the alley. Being the daredevil I was, I accepted. I rushed into the vault when no one was looking. I came out with one thousand. All the sudden, I felt a chill. That was the ironic thing because it was perfectly warm. All the sudden, out of nowhere, a bumped into the scrawny man I mentioned earlier. He noticed I held the bags of money.
âI see that you like to steal,â he thought. I got nervous because he was a complete stranger.
âNo,â I honestly stated. He grunted,
âhmm,â as if he were suspicious. âGive us the money,â he forced on me. I didnât know what to do, so I said,
âIâll give you an IOU,â.
weâve all played the game where every one pitches in to tell a story, well this one we each got to write for 60 seconds then pass it along, I started this one and then many other people from my creative writing class finished it. in the part you read myself and two other people wrote. enjoy!
when writing with friends
The friends have two more hours and are going down to the abandoned shop at the edge of town to explore. Rumors have it that the last person who went there never came back, and naturally the four friends decided to tempt fate.
âCan we go already?â Andrew whines.
âLet us finish.â Jasmine says.
âYou are such slow eaters,â Andrew continues.
âHey you try and eat a full steak and chug a full glass of soda down in the next three minutes, give us a second.â Bruce replied
âOne itâs been a second,â Andrew says.
Then he left to go get some ice cream.
âi think that what we are doing is stupid.â rose proclaimed âalong with all the Rumors i mean really 'he vanished' that is the most cliche line ever!!â Andrew came back with his ice cream. He quickly gulped it down and continued complaining about his friends taking forever.
âWell Iâm done. Anyone else?â Jasmin stands
âYes i amâ rose says also standing.
âWere waiting only on you, Bruce.â
âLet me take my plate back real quick and then weâll go.â Bruce says. After Bruce returned his dishes the four left and headed South towards the abandoned shop,
bell work
âOooooooooooooooooooooff!â I fall to the ground with a thud. I rub my head and look up to see who I ran into. A girl.
âI am so so sorry.â I say standing and attempting to help her up. âThat was my bad are you ok.â she looks at me in shock.
âWhy are you saying sorry?â she asks I raise an eyebrow.
âWhat do you mean? I ran into you and you fell. Why wouldnât I say sorry?â I say attempting to help her up again.
âWait your saying itâs not my fault. Like your taking the blame?â she asks
âHere we go again.â I roll my eyes.
âWhat do you mean again?â she asks standing without my offer help.
âI mean people always try not to make me take the blame. What do you want me to blame you?â I ask
âNo! People just always place the blame on me! I donât want anyone to blame me.â she hangs her head
âWell I would never place the blame on you.â I pause. That came out wrong. Well that has certainly never happened. She stares at him dumbfounded. She blinks then shakes her head.
âReally? Why not. People always find a way to blame me for there problems.â
tabloids
Researchers discover lounge that only women understand!
Recently researchers have discovered a new language that apparently only women can understand. A woman named Janet found it during an archaeology dig in Antarctica, during the summer of 2018. Researchers have dune many tests on women and men. All women even women as young as 15 understand this new found lounge. Not one single man has been able to understand it at any length. researchers say  This is not a written language. Upon entering a cave she was exposed to a chemical that was able to bring the lost language back from the dead. researchers say âeven after we exposed these chemicals to men they were not able to understand. Only women have this unique ability.â Janet says things in this new language to her friends that were with her on the dig with her and the could understand. But the men could not. Janet says âas soon as I said something in this new language, it was spread throughout women kind, and now is almost fully returned.â
fractured fairy tail
Scarlet places he elbows on the counter and sulks. She lets out a long agonizing sigh.
âCome on Red itâs not that bad.â her Mother places a hand on her shoulder and gives it a reassuring squeeze. âItâs only a head cold.â Scarlet glared at her Mother as she walks around the counter and continues to place things into a picnic basket.
âIâm not groaning about her stupid cold Mom. I donât want to go. Cant Dad bring it?â
âYour father has to work you know this Red. Now grab the cupcakes, please.â Scarlet stands and drags her feet across the kitchen floor and picked up a pack of cupcakes. She walks over to her Mom and rolls her eyes as she hands them to her. She know there's no getting out of it. âNow the bottle of lemonade from the fridge.â Scarlet lets out another long sigh on her way to the fridge. She does love her Grandma but her hate of doing work, out ways the love.
Scarletâs pocket buzzes as she reaches inside the cold confines of the fridge. She pulls out her phone and looks at the illuminated screen. She sees a text from her friend, hunter, in a family of lumberjacks, so she calls him, wood cutter. The text reads; âwhy do they call you Red any way?â referencing their previous conversation.
short story
Ash Sits on the edge of her roof. A dark hood covering her face. Her tail curling out behind her almost completely counseling the tattoos she had. She watched over this neighborhood. Ash finds and takes out any gang she can find. Gangs ruined her family, and she is out for justice. This neighborhood has been attacked by a gang the last couple nights, and tonight, is there last night. As a mysterious car turned down the street she jumped down and ducked behind a bush. Her long slinky body absorbed the landing. then she used her keen sense of smell to find out where the car is now.
*being a mutant ferret isnât half bad* she thinks to herself before ambushing the car. She skittered across the yard and then jumped on the roof of the vehicle. She pressed her big furry ears up against the mettle and tried to listen in. she won't attack unless she has the right people. She can hear people talking
âWhich car should we hit up first?â one says
âThe most wealthy looking.â says the other. And they both start chuckling.
She knew she has the right car but she wants to catch them in the act. Ash sat on the roof and examined her nails. Then with her hand still in front of her face she scrunches her eyes closed and her nails shoot out into claws. She uses them to keep her on top of the car. She tightens the strings of her hood to conceal her face. She may be trying to get rid of gangs but no one really likes her.