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Hello! I haven't posted in forever, but I hope to be more active soon! I have two new novel ideas in the works, so expect some teasers soon along with some shorts!

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How would one write a realistic argument?

How to Write a Realistic Argument

Everyone argues.

Whether it be with a friend, sibling, parent, or coworker—arguments usually break out whenever there’s a stark contrast in opinion over certain things, which can happen a lot.

There are a variety of different kinds of arguments involving a wide range of people with different tempers. Because of this, writing arguments can be a bit difficult, but fear not, for this post is here to help!

1. Know The Writing Style of an Argument

For a very serious argument, the characters probably won’t stop and listen to what their opponent has to say.

It’s quick, choppy, and broken—each character shoving their emotions at one another and trying to get their point across without bothering to understand the other side’s opinions.

There should be a lot of em-dashes and italicized words for emphasis, and if it’s between two people, you want as few speech tags as possible; because there’s going to be a lot of back and forth, speech tags can serve to trip up the flow of the argument rather than help them.

When you do want speech tags or if there are multiple people arguing at once here’s some examples you can use:

Roared

Screamed

Yelled

Bellowed

Barked

Hissed

Shouted

Accused

Interrupted

Growled

Snarled

Spat

Screeched

Shrilled

But you also must know that your characters won’t just be standing stock still and yelling at one another; they’re going to be moving around, so here are some things you can describe your character doing during an argument

Expression contorting

Eyes narrowing

Speaking through clenched teeth

Baring their teeth

Lips twisting (into a sneer/into a snarl)

Hands balling into fists

Trembling

Breaking things/knocking stuff over

Pointing accusingly

Shoving

Spittle flying from their mouth

Stamping their feet

Face getting hot

Vein in forehead popping

Blood roaring in their ears/heart pounding

And if you want, to build tension you can put it in a dangerous place, like at the edge of a cliff or something—so you know fully well that if one of them goes too far it may end up with the other’s accidental death.

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thenataliawrites

I want to write but head empty

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How to Workshop Writing (and be supportive doing it)

Inspired by @madammuffins and @nintendonianrose, because everyone deserves kindness and support.

“HELP! SOMEONE HAS JUST SHARED THEIR WRITING WITH ME AND I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO.”

Oh, well, it’s a good thing you’re here.

It’s actually pretty simple.

LEVEL 1: THIS PERSON HAS NOT ASKED FOR FEEDBACK? DO NOT PANIC. THIS IS NOT ABOUT YOU.

A person has done something creative and is sharing it with the world! Yay! Good for them! The act of sharing does not necessarily mean you need to comment on it or provide feedback. The joy of creating and producing is a beautiful part of being human, and this person is living it up.

Quick (optional) actions:

Did you like what they made? It’s always acceptable to say, “How cool/imaginative/wonderful! This made me feel _______. Thank you for making it,” or similar. Eternally great examples on this come from @quilloftheclouds, who has an endless stream of beautiful compliments for writers. (Mine are always so much more frustratingly generic. Quill, you elegant starfish, you have to teach us your ways.)

Did you dislike what they made? You don’t need to make an evaluative comment, but if you want to say something supportive, you can praise the creative process and production because that matters more than your opinion anyway. You can say something like, “I’m so proud of you for publishing! This must have taken so long! Congratulations!” You can also just keep scrolling and say nothing.

LEVEL 2: “I’M BEING ASKED FOR FEEDBACK/REVIEW AND I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO SAY.”

Maybe your friend has sent their writing to you and asked for feedback, or a review and reblog. Maybe you’re a part of a writing community where that kind of response is expected. Maybe someone has produced their little writing baby and asked the dreaded question: “What do you think?”

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH PANIC TIME~~~~~

Just kidding. It’s going to be fine.

Just follow these simple steps:

Ask what kind of feedback they are looking for.

Listen to what they tell you.

Ask follow up questions if you need clarification.

Give them the feedback they’re looking for without an evaluative statement.

WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!

An evaluative statement tells whether something is good or bad. The trouble is, good and bad are relative. They depend on whether or not we are the target audience for something. They depend on whether or not we have a personal connection to the subject matter. They even depend on our level of language learning!

So, instead of trying to make an evaluative statement (such as, “It was really good because ____”), give an impression of your experience to the writer. Think of it like a sports play-by-play. The writer needs to know what effect or impression their work has on a reader, so that they can make an informed decision about whether or not they were successful with what they were attempting with their work.

Ex: Saying, “I don’t like [character]” is not helpful, really. Saying, “[Character] fully creeped me out when ___ and I can’t shake the feeling that ____” helps the writer know if they met their goal. Maybe they wanted that character to read as romantic. Or maybe creepy. Or maybe something else. Who knows?

Here are some possible ways to give non-evaluative statements as feedback:

I felt really connected to the moment when …

[This character] felt real to me when…

I didn’t understand when…

I found myself losing focus when…

_______ was confusing to me because…

I felt ________ when ________ because… (good emotional feedback words here might be: frustrated, victorious, depressed, anxious… anything that packs a punch)

As a reader, I wanted to know more about…

Words/phrases to avoid:

I liked/I disliked: Your liking doesn’t matter. Maybe the author wanted you to dislike something. This is too superficial and/or arbitrary. It’s not helpful to editing or improvements.

You should: My writer friend and I used to joke that this was people “should-ing” all over the place. Don’t tell something that they should change their work a certain way. Just let them know the impression it made on you, and the writer can make that decision for themselves.

Good/bad: Evaluative. These are unhelpful.

LEVEL 3: “THEY JUST ASKED ME WHAT I WOULD CHANGE ABOUT IT AND I DON’T WANT TO HURT THEIR FEELINGS.”

First of all, congratulations on being someone that the writer really trusts. Most of the time, writers don’t just open themselves for editorial possibilities like that. It’s a good move to thank them for their trust and openness, and stay gracious about the opportunity to join them in their creative process.

Secondly, trust the writer. Some of us have pretty thick skins and have been through the workshop processing a lot. Speaking from personal experience, it’s now easy for me to filter out feedback I want from feedback I don’t want. (It wasn’t always that way. I was pretty brutalized after my first few workshops, until I realized that I actually did have a long way to go as a writer. Checkmate, ego.) My dear one @elizabethsyson used to apologize to me for going over my short stories with a fine-toothed editorial comb, while I was on the other side of the computer practically vibrating with excitement that my online friend cared so much about these stories to spend time helping me improve them in meaningful ways. It meant the world to me (still does) and I loved it.

My favorite response to a request for edits/changes is to do a sample paragraph or two. You can say something like: “In order to improve [clarity, rhythm, characterization, what-have-you], I might change it to something like this. Obviously it’s just a rough go at it, but maybe it will spark some ideas for you! Feel free to trash whatever you don’t like.” Low pressure, experimental, fun. The way all friendly edits should be!

THE BOTTOM LINE

Stay warm, stay kind, stay supportive.

Writeblr Community: Did I miss anything?

@madammuffins @mvcreates @dove-actually @pens-swords-stuff @undinisms @royalbounties @kaatiba @whymanwrites and everyone else, regardless of whether I tagged you or not… Add your two cents! How do you ask for feedback? What have your experiences been?

ren-c-leyn

May I offer a small piece of editing advice? If you find yourself dreading it, try mixing some positive notes about your draft in with the negative.

For example: This part needs to be changed, this character’s arc has to change to fit in with the new subplot, but DAMN that line on page 25 is amazing.

I find it helps me stay motivated throughout the editing process and shows me that no matter how many things I messed up, no matter how many major and minor fixes I list out in bullet points, no matter how many typos and misplaced words I need to weed out, there’s something good about the draft, something worth saving.

ink-and-incense

This. I noticed–especially after sharing my WIP with a few friends–I am notorious for thinking only in negatives. “This sucks, that sucks, readers are probably gonna hate this scene,” etc.

This is also why I asked said friends to tell me what’s working in addition to what’s not working. Many of us–especially those with less writing experience–are blind to our own genius.

spiderrrling

I am a(n):

⚪ Male

⚪ Female

🔘 Writer

Looking for

⚪ Boyfriend

⚪ Girlfriend

🔘 An incredibly specific word that I can’t remember

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*wakes up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat*

WAIT IT’S CALLED A THROW PILLOW

holorifle

here is a super helpful website for this kinda thing!

the first result isn’t always the one you’re looking for but when you press enter it’ll give you a ton of words related to your query that’ll probably have what you’re wanting, or something better

here’s some examples:

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Reblog to save a writer’s sanity (the last bit that’s left)

https://ko-fi.com/lemonayyyde

Screw it, I may as well! I've got a ko-fi page! For 3 dollars you can get a 300-500 word short, a discount from my usual price of 5 dollars for the initial 100 and then a dollar extra for every 100 after that! I recently turned 18, so I'm trying to find ways to support myself as I lo9o for a job. Thank you for taking the time to read this post, and please don't feel obligated to donate! While it is appreciated, your needs come first :)

#ko fi promo #writeblr #writing commissions #my promos

I made a ko-fi for writing but I'm a bit scared to share it oop

#my ramblings

melamemea

misc angst sentences.

“It… I … it wasn’t supposed — to be this way —”

“If I could take it all back… I would.”

“You have no idea how far I went — to save you.”

“Even if it means giving up my life, everything I’ve done, I’ll do it for you.”

“There are no limits when it comes to you. I’ll do anything to keep you safe.”

“Close your eyes — I don’t want you to see me like this.”

“It was — it was supposed to end differently! It was — supposed to — no!”

“No — No, no, no, no, no — ! Not like this !”

“Let — go !”

“ Com— come back ! Don’t you dare leave me here !”

“I refuse to die here! I’ve come too far!”

“ Why do I have to be strong all the time? ”

“ Look at me! How can you call this dependable? ”

“ This is the exact reason why everyone I love leaves!”

“ There are so many sides to me that you don’t know. ”

“ All I ever wanted was to live a happy life… I wanted to be fine!”

“ There’s this thing about solitude. It gets to you. It eats you alive. ”

“ And sometimes we just gotta give up. ”

“ There are burdens on my shoulders that I can’t shake off. ”

“ Have you ever felt suffocated? ”

“ It’s the world is crumbling beneath me and I’m in free fall. ”

“ What I wouldn’t give to go back to the time where I had no concerns. ”

“ There’s this darkness in me… I don’t know how to explain it. ”

“ I’m hollow. ”

“ And then there’s this sadness. This raw, awful sadness that you’re too good to see. ”

“ You don’t deserve someone like me. ”

“ My past comes back to haunt me, and I can’t chase the ghosts away. ”

“ So many things went wrong in my life, and they keep on coming. ”

“ I don’t know how much longer I can endure this. ”

“ It hurts… every god awful day it hurts. More and more. ”

“ I can’t seem to outrun this. ”

“ Do you ever just wanna… give in?”

“ Should’ve gotten life right the first time. ”

“ They keep saying that this is all going to go away, but I don’t know about that. ”

“ Life is a god damn ocean and I have no idea how to swim. ”

“ It just doesn’t feel fair. ”

melamemea

misc angst sentences.

“It… I … it wasn’t supposed — to be this way —”

“If I could take it all back… I would.”

“You have no idea how far I went — to save you.”

“Even if it means giving up my life, everything I’ve done, I’ll do it for you.”

“There are no limits when it comes to you. I’ll do anything to keep you safe.”

“Close your eyes — I don’t want you to see me like this.”

“It was — it was supposed to end differently! It was — supposed to — no!”

“No — No, no, no, no, no — ! Not like this !”

“Let — go !”

“ Com— come back ! Don’t you dare leave me here !”

“I refuse to die here! I’ve come too far!”

“ Why do I have to be strong all the time? ”

“ Look at me! How can you call this dependable? ”

“ This is the exact reason why everyone I love leaves!”

“ There are so many sides to me that you don’t know. ”

“ All I ever wanted was to live a happy life… I wanted to be fine!”

“ There’s this thing about solitude. It gets to you. It eats you alive. ”

“ And sometimes we just gotta give up. ”

“ There are burdens on my shoulders that I can’t shake off. ”

“ Have you ever felt suffocated? ”

“ It’s the world is crumbling beneath me and I’m in free fall. ”

“ What I wouldn’t give to go back to the time where I had no concerns. ”

“ There’s this darkness in me… I don’t know how to explain it. ”

“ I’m hollow. ”

“ And then there’s this sadness. This raw, awful sadness that you’re too good to see. ”

“ You don’t deserve someone like me. ”

“ My past comes back to haunt me, and I can’t chase the ghosts away. ”

“ So many things went wrong in my life, and they keep on coming. ”

“ I don’t know how much longer I can endure this. ”

“ It hurts… every god awful day it hurts. More and more. ”

“ I can’t seem to outrun this. ”

“ Do you ever just wanna… give in?”

“ Should’ve gotten life right the first time. ”

“ They keep saying that this is all going to go away, but I don’t know about that. ”

“ Life is a god damn ocean and I have no idea how to swim. ”

“ It just doesn’t feel fair. ”

I'm back! Expect some writing from me soon :)

#Writeblr #my rambling

pheita

To my writer's who still go to school/college :

Don't apologize for putting your education first. Your WIP can wait. Tests and exams don't.

adamantink

[Ghost]

what do you do

when it all washes over you

when the loudest scream

only echoes in your dreams

what do you say

when they’ve all gone away

shoved you deeper down

as you begged not to drown

but they’ll never see, what they did to me

I’m a ghost in their cellar, a ghost on the ceiling

kept at bay, but never healing

but are they afraid of howling

from deep within my bones

are they only hiding

from the seeds they’ve sown

bridges get burned

but you can’t burn me down

--adamantink

#beautiful work

Play

A/N: A short for a contest that inspired a new wip!

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"Wait for me!"

The clumsy sound of Amelia's stumbling feet rushing to keep up echoed throughout the forest along with the Eshirin's laughter, shrill and grating. He was above her, just out of reach if she were to jump and try to pull him down.

Eshirin had learned how to fly last week, and yet Amelia was still confined to the ground, the baby feathers in her wings heavy and soft instead of sleek and light.

"You'll never catch me!" Eshirin sing-songed, stalling above her only to give his wings another hard thrust, shooting even further from her grasp.

She gasped at the gust of wind that he left in his wake, stumbling back before trying to steady herself to keep running. Her tail lashed in aggravation. "No fair! That's cheating!" She complained, a whine in her voice as she picked up her speed.

"It's not my fault you're too heavy to fly!" Eshirin teased, slowing down to swoop beside her, angling his wings to glide slowly in the breeze. "You're just fat!"

Amelia let out an offended gasp, growling playfully under her breath as he sped up again. "Oh, oh! You're going to get it now!"

Charging forward and putting all of her energy into her pounce, she lept. Her paws caught onto him, and her force sent them both crashing to the ground. She laughed as they squabbled until Eshirin let out a sudden pained shriek. Her eyes went wide as she backed off.

[[MORE]]

"My wing!" Eshirin screeched, attempting to get up from the floor but collapsing back down as he tried. "Somebody help, she broke my wing!"

Amelia scrambled backwards, her ears pinned back as she looked from him to his wing, bent and leaking blood onto the grass. "I-I didn't mean to, Eshirin! I was just playing!"

The eagle chick just continued to scream for help, Amelia cowering and sobbing at his cries. A mantra of "I'm sorry"s left her, her paws covering her face in shame, yet her apologies went unheard. By the time the adults of the eagle flight had come she had lost her voice, defenseless against their screams of anger.

"Monster!"

"Disgusting!"

"Beast!"

They squabbled over her and her fate as Eshirin was flown away.

"We should kill her!" One eagle exclaimed out from among the others, an outrageous roar of approval causing Amelia to shrink even close to the ground.

"Maybe even skin her!" Another chimed in with a loud, cackling voice.

"Yeah! We could-"

"Enough!" The sound of a sharp, commanding voice broke through the rest of the crowd's chatter, every eagle's beaks clamping shut as the biggest, darkest one of them all came gliding down.

Wedir.

He turned his head to glare at everyone gathered around, his gruff voice sounding both annoyed and angry. "What is all this commotion about?"

Everyone immediately began speaking again, the roar of their voices overlapping each other. Wedir yelled over them all again, a fierce sound almost like a battle cry. "QUIET!"

Silence fell over the group again as they watched him, his chest heaving. Finally, he straightened up. "Now...what happened?"

The eagles all looked at each other before one finally stepped forward, stammering through his words. "T-the gryphon child broke Eshirin's wing, sir. We're trying to figure out what to do."

At the mention of her existence, Amelia pressed herself lower to the ground, ears back and face pressed to the ground in submission. She could feel Wedir's glare burning into her skin without even looking up, the amber fire in his eyes seemingly scorching her feathers. She wished she could fly away from here, off into the sky and away from her faults.

Yet as she finally looked up to see Wedir standing above her, inspecting her with menacing eyes, she knew that there was no escaping. He leaned forward, breath warm against her face as he spoke.

"So you're the one who started all of this, eh?" He murmured, voice low and threatening. He didn't give her a chance to respond before straightening up and continuing to speak. "We offer you hospitality. A home. And this is how you repay us? Through blood and the broken bones of our own?"

He hooked a talon under her beak, forcing her to look up at him. He nearly snarled his next words, an expression that reminded her of a lion- the exact things the eagles hated her for. "How dare you!"

"It...it was an accident!" Amelia cried, finally speaking after all this time and standing. She barely came up to the start of his chest. "We were playing!"

"Playing?" Wedir asked, incredulously. "Playing?" He slashed his talon across her cheek, the harsh sting and warm feeling of blood streaming down her cheek causing her to gasp. The feathers that surrounded the wound quickly became sticky with blood. "You've been told your place around here, ground-runner! You're not to so much as speak to the young of our Flight!"

Tears welling in her eyes, Amelia tried to back up, only to bump into the other eagles that now surrounded them. Her whole body trembled from the terror she felt. "He...he was my friend." She hiccuped, tilting her head toward the ground. "I-I'm sorry…"

"Sorry means nothing from a wyrm like you." Wedir replied, his voice returning to a cold, almost even harsher tone with its calmness. He turned his eyes toward the eagle behind her, one with dark brown feathers nearly black and scar tissue built up all over him. He nearly rivaled Wedir in size. "Take her to the chambers. We will discuss the use of her there."

Before Amelia can so much as beg for another chance, sharp talons are grabbing onto the scruff of her neck, and she's carried off and away from the direction of home.

She couldn't help but cry at the monster she had become to the family she had thought she could call her own.

#writers on tumblr #writers #writer #writeblr #gryphon #lemonaydestand

caffeinewitchcraft

*puts on sunglasses, looks up at the moon* “The Little Mermaid, huh? I remember her.” *whips off sunglasses and looks directly into the camera* “Be a shame if someone made it super gay.”

caffeinewitchcraft

The Little Mermaid and the Sea Witch

“I love you,” Ariel says without looking up from the seaweed she’s weaving into a basket. “I’d die for you.”

Ursula’s heart stops. She stares into her crystal ball blankly, long nails scraping against the surface unpleasantly. This isn’t what she expected from her day.

You can’t, she wants to say.

You’re not for someone like me, she wants to confess.

Your father will kill you for this, she wants to warn.

Oh thank god, she wants to sob.

Ursula is alive because she thinks twice before she speaks at all. She stares into the murky depths of her future and thinks.

Ursula is the sea witch. She’s been cursed before, so many times before, and she knows she’s not fortunate enough to turn away the blessings that fall into her lap (might not be strong enough to even try). Ariel is a blessing, the greatest blessing that has ever found its way into her cave, into her home, into her arms. Ariel is the best part of the tides, the ones that roll in during summer, warm and welcoming even into the dark part of the ocean Ursula has been forced to call her home. If Ursula is smart, she’ll do anything to keep Ariel right here, so close that Ursula can reach out and touch her if she wants.

But.

Ariel is beautiful and curious and smart. She’s enthusiastic and empathetic and has the most beautiful singing voice that Ursula’s ever heard. Ursula’s a sea witch, cursed to her fate by Triton when she was too young to fight back. She thinks that Ariel doesn’t deserve the same fate.

“Are you sure?” Ursula asks at last.

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#I LOVE THISSSSS

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Rescue and Adoption

In the heart of the fairy mound, there were two identical cradles, each with an identical infant inside.

“One of these babies is the one you bore,” said a fairy. “The other is the changeling we left. You may leave our hall with whichever child you claim as your own. Choose wisely.”

“But they are both my children,” the human mother protested indignantly.

The fairies whispered amongst themselves in surprise and confusion. At last, one asked, “How do you mean?”

“I came to get back the child you stole from me, the one who is mine by blood. I never agreed to give my adopted child back to you.”

Perhaps her words touched the fairies’ hearts; or perhaps her stubbornness impressed them; or perhaps they simply found the argument amusing, novel enough to merit a reward.

She left the fairy mound, an infant in each arm, and brought them home.

elodieunderglass

I don’t know why, but I think about this all the time.

ofbrokenwords

Writeblr intro!

Hey there!

I’m a new writeblr joining this beautiful, magical (and huge wtf) community of writers. If you are anything like me, so basically stressed about everything and a huge perfectionist, you might understand why i’m so nervous to write even an harmless post like this one. I’m not new to this community but, until now, I’ve always been a silent witness. Well, enough with that! Since i decided to push myself out of my comfort zone and try Nanowrimo for my first time ever i might as well take this step too.

So, my name is Irene, I’m 20, I’m a psychology student and I’m from Italy, hence why my english might sound weird, even if I like to pretend I know what I’m doing. I have been reading since i remember being able to put a sound to letters and writing since I wished I could make other people feel what my favourite authors could make me feel, but i hardly ever finished a project. I write and read everything but mostly realistic/contemporary/literary fiction and thrillers and I have a soft spot for dark academia and LGBT+ novels. My current wip is something I’ve been playing with since 2014 but it changed many times before becoming what it is now, jumping from genre to genre and from idea to idea.

I think that’s it, i bet this is gonna be fun!

#welcome!#writeblr intros

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