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This is an extensive list of resources for every problem you could come across while writing/planning/editing your novel. Use it well;)
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Planning/outlining Your Work
How To Outline ***
Zigzag Method : Creating Plots
How to Plot a Romance Novel
Seven Great Sources of Conflict for Romances
Let’s talk about brainstorming
Writing Something With Meaning ***
Past Or Present Tense? : How To Decide
Writing Your Work
How To Write A Fabulous Chapter #1 ***
How to Build a Romance Thread in Your Story
The Big Book Of Writing Sex ***
6 Ways to Get Your Readers Shipping Like Crazy
Romance Writing Tips ***
20 Tips for Writing Lovable Romance Novel Heroes
7 Ways To Speed Up Your Writing ***
80+ Barriers to Love: A List of Ideas to Keep Romantic Tension High
9 Romance Writing Mistakes to Avoid
Removing the Creeps From Romance
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50 Things Your Characters Can Do WHILE They Talk ***
How To Write Action And Fight Scenes
10 Steps To Write Arguments
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Tips for Writing Ghost Stories
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Writing Antagonists, Antiheroes and Villains
Characters With Enhanced Senses
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How Do You Describe a Character?
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4 Ways to Make Readers Instantly Loathe Your Character Descriptions
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Character Archetypes
25 Ways To Fuck With Your Characters
Building Platonic Relationships Between Female Characters
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33 Ways To Write Stronger Characters
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How to Make Readers Love an Unlikable Character…
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Why You Would Read Your Novel Out Loud ***
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Words & Phrases To Use In Your Sex Scenes ***
Colors (An Extensive List Of Colors)
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inkarnate.com : World Creator And Map Maker For Your Imaginary Setting
Body Language Phrases
List Of Legendary Creatures
How To Write Magic
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Hemingway : Writing Checker
Body Types: Words To Describe Bodies and How They Move Around
Poisonous Herbs and Plants ***
The Psychology of Color
The Meaning behind Rose color
Types of Swords
Color Symbolism
How a handgun works
How to Write a Eulogy
Types of Crying
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Superstitions and More
The 12 Common Archetypes
Language of Flowers
12 Realistic Woman Body Shapes
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Your kid calls you into their room one night, “There’s something under the bed.” You go down to check it out and upon inspection see your child under the bed and they whisper “I think theres a monster on the bed.”
“Knock it off and go to bed.” My children are twins. They’ve done this every day for a week. I’m tired.
Your wife changes her hair color every season and her personality adjusts slightly. You’re secretly only in love with Autumn wife. She just came home sporting her Winter color.
it’s my fault. it’s just that when we met it was autumn; her red-orange hair and crackling laughter. there’s a little spooky in her, a lot of play. and what a better time for falling?
i didn’t realize it for the first few years - something shifting, something so subtle. the winter makes us all cold, the summer makes us all a little out of our minds. i just loved her, because she was incredible, and i was the luckiest person alive.
it’s just that i realized that spring came with sudden bursts of cold. it’s just that summer frequently raged in with fire sprouting from her lips. it’s just that winter was the worst of all, her eyes dead. it’s just that autumn loves me different; throws herself into it without the clingy sweat of summer. i used to love that summer girl, you know? i loved how wild she was, the way in summer she took every risk she could. but i carried her home drunk one too many times, cleaned up one too many of the messes she made for no reason than to enjoy the sensation of burning. and winter was worse; the shutdown, the isolation. how she became distant, a blizzard, caught up in her own head, unable to tell me what was wrong and unable to think i actually wanted to listen.
she comes home, her hair bleached white. a dark smile on her lips. the shadowy parts of her are back. they loom like icicles overhead. she kisses me with her body held at a distance, a peck on my cheek that feels like an iceberg. she makes polite conversation and we go to bed early, our bodies untouching.
it is a lonely season, i think on the ninth day of this. winter is cold. winter is known for the death of things. when i look at her, i see the girl i fell for, inhabited by an alien. she was the first women i loved so much i felt it would kill me. i can’t leave. when i wake her up with my crying, she tells me to shush and go back to sleep. she’s different like this, quiet, doesn’t eat.
three days later i stare at myself in the mirror. i wonder if it’s me. if the fat on my body or something in my face or the wrinkles and she doesn’t love me. i try prettier lingerie, lean cuisine, i try different hair, more makeup, try harder. it doesn’t work. she looks at me the same; that empty gaze that neither loves nor condemns my actions.
somewhere in februrary i lose it. we’re fighting again, from car to restaurant to car to home again. we fight about stupid things, small things; i tell her i feel she doesn’t love me, she says i’m not listening. the circle goes around and around, old pain peeling back, new pain unhealing. i sleep on the couch.
i wake up when i hear her crying, white hair around her all messed up. the kind of sobbing that only comes at two in the morning, heavy and thick and hurting. my winter girl. my heart is breaking. she looks up at me like i’m her anchor. “i’m sorry i’m like this,” she says. and i start saying, it’s okay i’m here we’re married, but she just shakes her head and says, “I know this isn’t the real me.”
i hold her cold hand. she stares at the blankets. “i am different in winter,” she whispers, “i know i am and i’m sorry.” she looks at me. “why do you think i dye my hair? cut it off? get rid of the old me?”
i tell her it’s okay. we’re together and it’s okay, and then she whispers, “i’m sorry you married four of me.”
we lay there like that, her head on my chest. she falls asleep. i stare at the ceiling, thinking of the way she sounded when she was crying. how i helped put her in that pain. how i promised in sickness and in health and everything in between.
the next day i spend at the library. there aren’t enough books on how to love someone with seasonal affective disorder so i make my own, notes and pages and little ideas on post-its. and i take a deep breath and make myself a promise.
she comes home to her favorite dinner and we kiss and she’s uneasy but that’s okay. the next day i bring home flowers and the next day she finds little love notes in her pockets. i love her quiet, the way winter demands, understand her sex drive is faltering; spend more time just cuddling. we drink wine and we kiss and some part of her starts relaxing.
the truth is there is no loving someone out of their mental illness. the truth is that you can love someone in despite of it; love them loud enough to give them an excuse to believe they can make their way out of it.
and i learn. i remember the rebirth of spring, when she starts thawing. we kiss and have picnics in pretty dresses. i remember her joy at little birds and her rain dancing. i fall in love with the flowers in her cheeks and the little bursts of cleaning. i fall in love with summer’s slow walks and milkshakes and shouting to music playing too loud on the speakers. i fall in love with her dancing, with the sunfire energy. and when winter comes; i am ready. i remember that snow used to look pretty. i fall in love with the hearth of her, with the holiday, with the slow smile that spreads across her face so shyly. i fall in love with how she looks in boots and mittens and every day i find another reason to love her the way she deserves - they way i always should have.
she comes home with her white hair and dark smile and a package in her hands. i ask to see what it is and that small shy grin comes creeping out. it’s a sunlamp packed in with medication. she looks at me with those wide eyes and that beautiful winter blush. “i’m trying to get better,” she whispers, “i promise.”
recovery doesn’t look immediate. sometimes it isn’t neat. i can’t say we never fight or that we’re suddenly complete. but each day, that tiny girl’s strength gives me another reason. i love her. i love her while she tames the roller coaster of spring; i love her for reigning in the summer storms; i love her for taking her winter and trying to be warm. it is hard, because everything worth it is hard. she spreads out her autumn leaves; mixes the best parts of her into everything. learns to take winter’s silence for a moment before yelling in summer. learns to take autumn’s spice and give it to spring. we are both learning.
one day she comes home and her hair is different, but it’s a style i don’t know. i kiss it and tell her that she’s beautiful and the inside of me swells like a flood. i’m so glad that she’s mine. every part of her. the whole. i am the luckiest person on earth. and i always have been. but she’s hugging me and saying, “thank you for helping me,” and i can’t explain why i’m crying.
this is what love is; not always an emotion but rather your actions. the choices we make when we realize our lives would be empty if the other was absent. this is what love is: letting them grow, helping them find their way in out of the cold. this is what love is: sometimes it takes work to see how the thing you planted together actually grows.
this is what love looks like in an autumn girl: it is winter and she glows.
I’m actually sobbing jesus christ
my heart is aching??? this is gorgeous
Wow. Worth the read, don’t scroll.
This is everything.
Everything about how to love.
I was not prepared
Nor was I.
“this is what love is; not always an emotion but rather your actions. the choices we make when we realize our lives would be empty if the other was absent. this is what love is: letting them grow, helping them find their way in out of the cold. this is what love is: sometimes it takes work to see how the thing you planted together actually grows.”
Honestly, if you scrolled… Go back up and read it.
I’ve read this again and again, and it just wrecks me every time.
This is beyond beautiful. Thanks for doing this prompt @inkskinned
Odin, the all-father, who created humans by breathing life into a piece of wood, had to come up with a solution what to do with dead humans. So he created books as a source of entertainment for himself. Reading is just staring at a dead piece of wood for hours, hallucinating and reliving a life that once was. Now that science is increasing the life span of humans, Odin is running out of books and is very desperate for his daily fix of entertainment.
See Thor & Loki wheeling in a TV on a stand (the greatest day when you were a Kid). “Father” Thor boomed across the hall. “We have brought you a gift of Entertainment.”
“Yes Father” Loki continues. “We found this on the Earth realm.” Popping a Cassette into the VCR. “This is an earthly demigod named ‘Bill’. Everyone chants his name and reveres him as the people of Asgard do you.”
Slowly the tape begins to play as Odin stares enraptured.
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People always worry about radically changing the present by doing something small when talking about time traveling to the past. Barely anyone realizes that they can radically change the future by doing something small right now. You have finally had enough and decide to reclaim your power: The Present.
Is this a prompt or is this a call-out?
This is a call-out. Go do something!
You can taste lies. One day you’re comforting your best friend after a tough breakup and almost vomit at the foul taste the words bring- “After all, you’re only human.”
Couples receive “parent points”, which they can use to purchase their children. Most parents wait for a few thousand, but you chose to buy the cheaper, 100 point child.
Shane knows what it’s like to be a 100 point child. He knows how it feels to see potential parents–potential families–come through the facilities doors, faces bright with excitement. He knows how it feels to see them reading the little plaques on the nursery doors, scanning the lists there for the right bits of knowledge and etiquette and grace that they want their baby to have.
He knows how it feels to see their faces pinch outside the window before they hurry to the next room.
Shane grew up in a 100 point nursery. They had torn, ratty, books and no teachers, and when snack time came, the tray was pushed through a slat in the door. They were called “unruly” and “damaged” and “stupid.” A lot of the other kids threw tantrums and broke furniture (and sometimes other kids). A lot of the other kids went quiet after the first few years when they realized they’d never be adopted until they were old enough (or pretty enough) to be useful. A lot of the kids cried and didn’t stop until they got taken away or were aged out.
Shane’s grown up a lot since aging out. He put himself through school, got himself a job, shed his 100 points like the torn clothes he’d left the facility in. He’s powerful now, successful, and he’s grown out of the twisted nose, big ears, and gap-toothed smile that had made him one of the less attractive 100 point babies. Or maybe he’s grown into them. Who’s to say?
It’s taken him a long time to get enough Parent Points to do what he wants. Being a man is, for once, somewhat hindering as most of society equates “parental” with “maternal.” He’s lost count of how many social workers have politely hid expressions of surprise when he told them he wanted to adopt stag, that he’s willing to take the classes, get the grades, make the oaths to get even one Parent Point.
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shane loves all his 100 point children more than anything else in the world
I legitimately just started crying. So beautiful, thank you for sharing this!!!!
One of my favorite prompt responses. I love the art that comes with it!
The witch in the gingerbread house doesn’t eat children, she doesn’t even harm them. She protects them. She takes abused and abandoned children under her wing, teaches them her craft and releases them into the world as strong young witches and wizards with a kiss on the forehead and an invitation to return whenever they like for comfort, support, or even just a slice of cake. No, the witch in the gingerbread house doesn’t eat children. She eats their parents.
Lin and Joe ran. They ran as fast and as hard as they could, only stopping when their twin fell to help him or her up. Lin was running because Joe had been kicked out and she couldn’t stand to leave her brother behind. She loved her brother dearly and seeing that Mother and Father hated him because he wasn’t a girl made her mad. So she packed up their things and grabbed her brother’s hand and bolted.
When Lin and Joe came to a small, shining clearing in the woods with a delicious looking house of gingerbread and candy floss, gumdrops and sugar crystals. The twins stopped to take a break. Lin and Joe walked up to the house and knocked on the door. A scary old lady opened the door, rasping “Why are you here?”
To which the scared children replied, “Mother and Father made us leave and we haven’t slept in days!” Lin said grabbing her brother’s hand.
“Come in, come in, let me and my wife grab you some food and some herbs for your scrapes and bruises.” The woman grabbed the children and led them to a soft sofa, when a beautiful lady with big, black, curly hair entered the room.
“Sugar Plum? Do these children need a home?” The beautiful woman asked her wife.
“Yes.” The old lady had softened her hard exterior as she made each of the children a plate of steak, potatoes, bread, and green beans. She now look young and happy.
As the children explained their situation and the witches healed their scrapes and bruises, the little group got to know each other.
“When you two are all taken care of my wife and I will teach you the ways of the witches, to help protect yourselves and children like you.” Tea the older witch who answered the door said.
“And you will make a difference and become heroes.” Nakiya the younger witch added.
The children grinned and hastily agreed to the witches’ plans.
Over the next few years the twins grew and flourished, Joe was able to transition in a safe and loving household, Lin was able to take care of her brother, and the witches had a small family.
You see, the witches were once in the same position as the twins. Tea and Nakiya had run away from home because both of their parents did not accept their love of each other. So the witches had found their mentor and became witches to help people like themselves.
And the process had come full circle, Joe and his sister soon left the witches to make their own candy house to help LGBTQA+ children find and home, a place to love, learn, and laugh. A place to teach the children of tomorrow their craft.
And every year on June 13th, the twins visited their mothers and had a slice of cake to celebrate their first meeting, bringing along their new families to meet the women that helped them so many years ago.
And each child was sent away witch a kiss on the cheek and a promise of Lin’s famous lavender honey cake.
Aww! I love this story. Thanks for doing this prompt @witchyandbitchy-stuff
You’ve always loved watching waves crash against cliffs. As you grew, you began to paint them, spending many a day watching from different angles, capturing the chaos of foam and water in acrylic and oil. One day, when painting at the top of the cliff, you fall, and brace for death. But it does not come, and instead you feel as if you are cradled by the arms of many. “Oh no,” you hear. “We cannot destroy something that has loved us so beautifully.”
This comment broke my heart
The feels
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Being a writer: Hoodie | Sweatshirt | Women’s Tee | Tee | Mug Being an artist: Hoodie | Sweatshirt | Women’s Tee | Tee | Mug
GUYS THESE ARE SO COMFY LIKE SERIOUSLY I WEAR IT NON STOP IT’S A PROBLEM
I have the artist hoodie, and I can vouch for tiger’s claim. I wore it literally every single day since I got it until the weather started dipping into the 70s.
It now lives in the passenger seat of my car in hopes that we get a sudden cold spell in the middle of spring/summer. Or when people at work turn the thermostat way down again. Which is a very good possibility.
Either way, when I wore it everywhere (from work to the mall to the four planes I rode on during my last vacation), I got SO MANY compliments on it, and just as many questions of where they could find one for themselves for writers, musicians, etc.
Don’t let this chance pass you by! You’re gonna need a nice warm hoodie for the next cold season!
@writing-prompt-s OKAY, SO, I’M ONE OF HER STUDENTS AND I WAS THE ONE WHO MENTIONED THE SHIRT AND JUST ABOUT DIED WHEN SHE STOOD UP.
Your hands are always cold. No matter how hot it is around you or how nervous you get. You find out it’s because ghosts are holding your hand and the only way to feel warmth again in you hands is to help them cross over to the other side.
“3-2-1!” It’s New Year’s day. You are an ancient anime historian shouting “ITS OVER 9000!!!’’ The year is 9001 and no one knows what you are talking about.
Freddie Mercury and Brian May at Freddie’s 39th birthday party in Munich, 1985.
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I hate that teenage girls are indoctrinated into a feminism which teaches them to do everything the patriarchy would teach them anyways, with a slightly adjusted attitude. You should wear lipstick and eyeliner… Bc it’s a weapon!! You can ride that dick and still be a feminist!! You should have violent sex and have men control you sexually - bc kink is so hot and liberating. And we end up with an entire generation of young women fully indoctrinated into coercive femininity, & thinking they are somehow liberating themselves or serving the revolution. Here’s a hint: if your brand of feminism is telling you to do all the shit misogynistic society tells you to do, and the only difference is how you’re supposed to feel about it, nothing has changed. The patriarchy doesn’t care how you feel. Men don’t care how you feel as long as you’re wearing makeup and fucking them.
