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Hello! This is where I'm going to be putting my stories.

Get to Know Me

How old am I? 20

Favorite Color: Purple

Nickname: Doni J

Hobbies: Video games, Writing, Making Jewelry, making youtube videos

What genre of books do I like? Romance, Fanfiction, Poetry, etc.

Favorite Food: Pizza!!!! Takis.

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Character Development: 70 Questions

Self-Reflective Questions. To help jumpstart self-reflection (Woronko, n.d.):

Am I using my time wisely?

Am I taking anything for granted?

Am I employing a healthy perspective?

Am I living true to myself?

Am I waking up in the morning ready to take on the day?

Am I thinking negative thoughts before I fall asleep?

Am I putting enough effort into my relationships?

Am I taking care of myself physically?

Am I letting matters that are out of my control stress me out?

Am I achieving the goals that I’ve set for myself?

The following are questions you can ask yourself every day to get to know yourself better (William, n.d.):

Who am I, really?

What worries me most about the future?

If this were the last day of my life, would I have the same plans for today?

What am I really scared of?

Am I holding on to something I need to let go of?

If not now, then when?

What matters most in my life?

What am I doing about the things that matter most in my life?

Why do I matter?

Have I done anything lately that’s worth remembering?

Have I made someone smile today?

What have I given up on?

When did I last push the boundaries of my comfort zone?

If I had to instill one piece of advice in a newborn baby, what advice would I give?

What small act of kindness was I once shown that I will never forget?

How will I live, knowing I will die?

What do I need to change about myself?

Is it more important to love or be loved?

How many of my friends would I trust with my life?

Who has had the greatest impact on my life?

Would I break the law to save a loved one?

Would I steal to feed a starving child?

What do I want most in life?

What is life asking of me?

Which is worse: failing or never trying?

If I try to fail and succeed, what have I done?

What’s the one thing I’d like others to remember about me at the end of my life?

Does it really matter what others think about me?

To what degree have I actually controlled the course of my life?

When all is said and done, what will I have said more than I’ve done?

These prompts and questions are great ways to put your journal to use (Tartakovsky, 2014):

My favorite way to spend the day is . . .

If I could talk to my teenage self, the one thing I would say is . . .

The two moments I’ll never forget in my life are . . . (Describe them in great detail, and what makes them so unforgettable.)

Make a list of 30 things that make you smile.

“Write about a moment experienced through your body. Making love, making breakfast, going to a party, having a fight, an experience you’ve had or you imagine for your character. Leave out thought and emotion, and let all information be conveyed through the body and senses.”

The words I’d like to live by are . . .

I couldn’t imagine living without . . .

When I’m in pain—physical or emotional—the kindest thing I can do for myself is . . .

Make a list of the people in your life who genuinely support you, and whom you can genuinely trust. Then, make time to hang out with them.

What does unconditional love look like for you?

What things would you do if you loved yourself unconditionally? How can you act on these things, even if you’re not yet able to love yourself unconditionally?

I really wish others knew this about me . . .

Name what is enough for you.

If my body could talk, it would say . . .

Name a compassionate way you’ve supported a friend recently. Then, write down how you can do the same for yourself.

What do you love about life?

What always brings tears to your eyes? (As Paulo Coelho has said, “Tears are words that need to be written.”)

Write about a time when your work felt real, necessary and satisfying to you, whether the work was paid or unpaid, professional or domestic, physical or mental.

Write about your first love—whether it’s a person, place or thing.

Using 10 words, describe yourself.

What’s surprised you the most about your life or life in general?

What can you learn from your biggest mistakes?

I feel most energized when . . .

“Write a list of questions to which you urgently need answers.”

Make a list of everything that inspires you—whether books, websites, quotes, people, paintings, stores, or stars in the sky.

What’s one topic you need to learn more about to help you live a more fulfilling life? (Then, follow through and learn more about that topic.)

I feel happiest in my skin when . . .

Make a list of everything you’d like to say no to.

Make a list of everything you’d like to say yes to.

Write the words you need to hear.

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When your Character...

Gets into: A Fight ⚜ ...Another Fight ⚜ ...Yet Another Fight

Hates Someone ⚜ Kisses Someone ⚜ Falls in Love

Calls Someone they Love ⚜ Dies / Cheats Death ⚜ Drowns

is...

A Ballerina ⚜ A Child ⚜ Interacting with a Child ⚜ A Cheerleader

A Cowboy ⚜ A Genius ⚜ A Lawyer ⚜ A Pirate ⚜ A Spy

A Wheelchair User ⚜ A Zombie ⚜ Beautiful ⚜ Dangerous ⚜ Drunk

Funny ⚜ In a Coma ⚜ In a Secret Society ⚜ Injured ⚜ Shy

needs...

A Magical Item ⚜ An Aphrodisiac ⚜ A Fictional Poison

A Coping Strategy ⚜ A Drink ⚜ A Medicinal Herb ⚜ A Mentor

Money ⚜ A Persuasion Tactic ⚜ A Quirk ⚜ To be Killed Off

To Become Likable ⚜ To Clean a Wound ⚜ To Self-Reflect

To Find the Right Word, but Can't ⚜ To Say No ⚜ To Swear

loves...

Astronomy ⚜ Baking ⚜ Cooking ⚜ Cocktails ⚜ Food ⚜ Oils

Dancing ⚜ Fashion ⚜ Gems ⚜ Herbal Remedies ⚜ Honey

Mushrooms ⚜ Mythology ⚜ Numbers ⚜ Perfumes

Roses ⚜ Sweets ⚜ To Argue ⚜ To Insult ⚜ To Kiss

To Make False Claims ⚜ Wine ⚜ Wine-Tasting ⚜ Yoga

has/experiences...

Allergies ⚜ Amnesia ⚜ Bereavement ⚜ Bites & Stings

Bruises ⚜ Caffeine ⚜ CO Poisoning ⚜ Color Blindness

Facial Hair ⚜ Fainting ⚜ Fevers ⚜ Food Allergies

Food Poisoning ⚜ Fractures ⚜ Frostbite ⚜ Hypothermia

Injuries ⚜ Jet Lag ⚜ Kidnapping ⚜ Manipulation ⚜ Mutism

Pain ⚜ Paranoia ⚜ Poisoning ⚜ More Pain & Violence

Scars ⚜ Trauma ⚜ Viruses ⚜ Wounds

[these are just quick references. more research may be needed to write your story...]

Writing Resources PDFs

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10 Non-Lethal Injuries to Add Pain to Your Writing

New Part: 10 Lethal Injury Ideas

If you need a simple way to make your characters feel pain, here are some ideas:

1. Sprained Ankle

A common injury that can severely limit mobility. This is useful because your characters will have to experience a mild struggle and adapt their plans to their new lack of mobiliy. Perfect to add tension to a chase scene.

2. Rib Contusion

A painful bruise on the ribs can make breathing difficult, helping you sneak in those ragged wheezes during a fight scene. Could also be used for something sport-related! It's impactful enough to leave a lingering pain but not enough to hinder their overall movement.

3. Concussions

This common brain injury can lead to confusion, dizziness, and mood swings, affecting a character’s judgment heavily. It can also cause mild amnesia.

I enjoy using concussions when you need another character to subtly take over the fight/scene, it's an easy way to switch POVs. You could also use it if you need a 'cute' recovery moment with A and B.

4. Fractured Finger

A broken finger can complicate tasks that require fine motor skills. This would be perfect for characters like artists, writers, etc. Or, a fighter who brushes it off as nothing till they try to throw a punch and are hit with pain.

5. Road Rash

Road rash is an abrasion caused by friction. Aka scraping skin. The raw, painful sting resulting from a fall can be a quick but effective way to add pain to your writing. Tip: it's great if you need a mild injury for a child.

6. Shoulder Dislocation

This injury can be excruciating and often leads to an inability to use one arm, forcing characters to confront their limitations while adding urgency to their situation. Good for torture scenes.

7. Deep Laceration

A deep laceration is a cut that requires stitches. As someone who got stitches as a kid, they really aren't that bad! A 2-3 inch wound (in length) provides just enough pain and blood to add that dramatic flair to your writing while not severely deterring your character.

This is also a great wound to look back on since it often scars. Note: the deeper and wider the cut the worse your character's condition. Don't give them a 5 inch deep gash and call that mild.

8. Burns

Whether from fire, chemicals, or hot surfaces, burns can cause intense suffering and lingering trauma. Like the previous injury, the lasting physical and emotional trauma of a burn is a great wound for characters to look back on.

If you want to explore writing burns, read here.

9. Pulled Muscle

This can create ongoing pain and restrict movement, offering a window to force your character to lean on another. Note: I personally use muscle related injuries when I want to focus more on the pain and sprains to focus on a lack of mobility.

10. Tendonitis

Inflammation of a tendon can cause chronic pain and limit a character's ability to perform tasks they usually take for granted. When exploring tendonitis make sure you research well as this can easily turn into a more severe injury.

This is a quick, brief list of ideas to provide writers inspiration. Since it is a shorter blog, I have not covered the injuries in detail. This is inspiration, not a thorough guide. Happy writing! :)

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Just Something I needed write

If Only They Knew…

If only they knew how broken I feel

If only they knew how alone I feel

If only they knew what if felt like to constantly be in my head 24/7

If only they knew how hard it is for me to not feel this way

If only they knew how much I hate myself -DJ

not trying to

If only they knew how much I am trying my best to stay alive

Just Keep Living -DJ

#journaling #writing

Alone

I feel alone. The title is correct. I've been stuck in my head for a long time. It has been a hard couple of years. I'm currently in my third year of college and I feel like I really haven't shaken off the feeling of being alone. I've been struggling with communicating, this has been happening since the Pandemic and there are lots of people who feel the same way. I feel like I'm not at a point of my life where I want to be. Yesterday was my 21st birthday and I'm grateful that I get to see another year of my life. But, depression is such a hard thing to shake. I'm trying to find my balance and voice. I was in one of my classes today, it's one of those collaborative classes, and I realized that I need to really work on myself. I need to reach out for help. I lost so much interest in the things I love and feel like that spark of mine has been taken out. But one thing I'm going to say is, that yes it can feel like our sparks can easily be put out but it's never too late to light it up again. That's something that I need to remind myself of. I came to the realization that Instagram isn't something I need to be on right now and with that maybe also other social media websites. I took a few days off of Instagram and honestly it felt so fucking refreshing, I noticed that I was way happier and I didn't have to worry about what was going on there. The moment I downloaded my Instagram, I felt depressed and that was a moment of realizing, yes this is what I need. I need to get off the Gram and also not spend so much time on social media. I started my Instagram account in the 8th grade (back in 2015), I remember being so happy to finally have it but I didn't expect how much of a toll it would have on my mental health and the way that I view myself. I didn't know the rules of social media and I became very addicted to it. I was posting on my page, every single day and I would put too much of myself on there. I wasn't taught that it is good to not post everything. My thing was I wanted to fit in with people at school and a lot of people knew me as the "quiet kid" so it made things kind of hard for me. But I think it pushed many people away. I wish I could tell myself then that we should continue being ourselves and delete our Instagram and work on ourselves and find our voice.

In the class I took today, she made us do "photovoice" where we take pictures of things on campus that would represent us. I took those pictures above. They say that pictures do have a thousand words. those pictures represent how alone I feel. I chose to dim the lighting to show that I'm in a dark place right now and I hope to overcome that feeling.

#depression #journaling

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I wanted to share my playlist with you

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advice for university students who have a hard time getting work done aka the things that my ADHD-having ass needed 3 fucking semesters to learn :

1. go to class. GO TO CLASS. yes, even if the lectures are recorded. yes, even if you have other work you really need to do right now. you will fall behind if you don't and it will suck. next time you have class you will think, "I can't go to class today because I still haven't caught up with the material from the previous class" and then you'll do that several times and then you'll haven fallen really far behind and it will really suck. when you show up to class, keeping up with assignments will just naturally follow.

2. do not try to get work done in your room. it will not happen. no matter how much you don't want to leave, you have to do it, you have to leave. go to a library, or a cafe, or even just a different room in your house/dorm if you don't want to change out of your pjs (and even if you're one of those people who *can* get studying done in your room [couldn't be me], separating the environments you work in and relax in will feel so much better, i promise!).

3. go to office hours. if it's one of those STEM class office/peer tutoring hours where lots of people are being helped at once, it's especially important that you go. the material is designed to be challenging and you're not expected to be able to do it on your own. it's also a great way to hold yourself accountable to getting the work done on time. literally just put on some noise-cancelling headphones and work on stuff there until you have a question.

4. start on your big assignments EARLY. working on one essay or project and almost nothing else for 2 days straight leads to burnout. start at least 2 weeks in advance, and work on it everyday for just an hour, maybe 2. setting time-based goals is key here. it makes the assignment feel less intimidating. it's easy to convince yourself to work on it even if you don't want to because, hey, it's only an hour. once you start getting bored or frustrated, it's not too hard to power through, since it's only an hour. and if you're getting super distracted and really struggling to focus you can switch gears to something else guilt-free, and then return to it tomorrow with fresh eyes and a fresh mind.

5. inevitably, you'll fuck up. you'll do poorly on a test, you'll miss an assignment, you'll not understand things you're learning in class, you'll get nervous during a presentation. some days, you might not even fuck up necessarily, you'll just feel bad. when it happens, take a step back. acknowledge and honor your emotions. you might feel sad or disappointed or ashamed. treat yourself with kindness and compassion. try not to judge yourself, recognize that your feelings are natural and normal. take care of yourself like you would take care of a friend who was in your position. do some easy assignments, then wrap up work early. eat something, talk to someone or journal about it, do some cleaning, take a shower, and go to bed early. maybe it feels like you shouldn't because you have too much work to do, but trust that addressing your heavy emotions is more productive than just powering through. personally, if i don't do this, the feeling of shame lingers in my subconscious and i spiral for several days. like, don't get out of bed or eat or do any work kind of spiraling. perhaps the consequences are not as material for you. regardless, honoring your emotions and treating yourself with compassion is a life-long skill that is always worth practicing. your mental health will thank you for it.

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RIP Kevin Conroy (1955-2022)

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Trying dark academia hairstyles on my kinky hair

I love you (A short story)

Author's Note: I wrote this a few months ago and I honestly was debating posting it here. But, I'm officially going to defeat my writer's block. Honestly think it's more of a depression issue. but anyways, I hope you enjoy this story. It's written in second person.

I remember when I first met you, I was sitting on a bench at school eating lunch, and you walked over to me and asked if I knew where a certain building on campus was. Damn, he has a very gorgeous smile. I found myself thinking.

I gave you the directions to the buildings but you sat down at my table.

“What’s your name?” You asked.

“Dahlia,”

“Such a beautiful name, the holder of that name is beautiful too.” You winked at me and I tried my hardest not to blush. I wasn’t used to being called beautiful.

“Thank you, what’s your name?” I shyly asked.

“Colton.” You were the first friend I made on campus.

A few months later, we were even close. You always made my day, I loved how you would always make me smile and laugh with your cheesy jokes. The moments will always stick. From watching movies together, playing video games, staying up all night on the phone, going to the beach, when you stayed at my apartment late and we ended up on the couch and held onto me so I wouldn’t fall. When we watched The Fault in our Stars for the first time, I cried and you hugged me. I like to keep those memories with me, but there’s one that just sticks with me.

One day, we sat on the beach, sitting on the sand as the sun was setting. You wore your one Hawaiian shirt, the one you would let me wear from time to time. It always smelled good.

“You make me feel comfortable.” You told me as we watch the waves in the ocean.

Taken by surprise, I asked, “I do?” You nodded your head.

You then opened up about how you had it rough back at home with your dad after your mom passed. You told me about the abuse you endeared by your alcoholic father. The tears formed in your eyes and you tried your best not to let them fall.

“It’s okay to cry,” I told you and that’s when the tears fell. I pulled you in to hold you.

“I just don’t know why he hates me so much.”

“Colton, him hurting you isn’t your fault.” I felt your body relax a bit. I knew you had never heard those words before. You had been feeling your father blamed you for your mom’s death but her suicide wasn’t your fault. She was hurting and she thought the best way to get rid of the pain was to end it all but it didn’t…that pain was added to you and the ones she loved. Your thoughts were filled with if only I was there quicker. I could’ve saved her, if she hadn’t died dad wouldn’t hurt me.

“You’re truly the only friend I ever had.” I held you close that day.

That was the moment I realized that I was in love with you. I got back to my dorm and cried. I felt so selfish. How could I be in love with him when he just needs a friend? I can’t be in love with him, if he found out, I could ruin our friendship. What if he feels the same and things still don’t work out? I can’t let him find out.

I became scared and was afraid of losing you.

It was bound to happen eventually.

“Dal?” You asked.

“Hmm?” I looked at you.

“You ever been in love before?”

Not before you. I wanted to say it so badly but I held myself back.

“N..no.” I stuttered a bit, hoping you wouldn’t catch on.

“Oh, do you ever want to?” I felt butterflies in my stomach flutter but I had to control them. I had to hide them.

“Colton…let’s get back to studying okay?” I did everything I could to avoid that question.

I remember seeing you from the corner of my eye, staring at me for a bit before going back to doing your work.

Then weeks later, it was winter break. You didn’t want to go back home for break and you were gonna stay in your apartment all alone so I convinced my mom to let you stay with us during the break.

I remember we spent the whole night playing video games all night long and it was getting late. We were both a bit drunk. We were both having a good time.

“I’ m so grateful to have you in my life.” You said. I looked at you and you gave me that same gorgeous smile that makes the butterflies in my stomach flutter like the bats in batman’s cave.

“You too.” I smiled.

“Fuck. you’re so beautiful.” You gently grabbed my face and began kissing me. I let myself kiss you back. Then one thing led to another. We started taking each other’s clothes off. It wasn’t my first but it felt way better. It’s happened the way I was hoping my first time was gonna be like.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” You softly whispered in my ear then looked at me with your beautiful brown eyes.

“Yes…” I answered. I wanted to feel your warmth and your skin on mine. Words slipped from our mouths. I’m sure some of them you didn’t mean at the time. “I love you.”

I woke up the next day and you were gone. You went back to sleep in the guest room. So many thoughts sped through my mind. We shouldn’t have done that. Am I going to lose him? I’m so stupid.

The plane ride back was silent and I could tell you wanted to talk about it, but I wouldn’t let you. I just put my headphones in, blocking you out. Eventually, things went back to how they were. Just friends.

It was now our junior year of college now, you introduced me to Sydney. You told me you met her a month prior and began dating weeks later. The fire in the pit of my stomach began.

Envy. I was hurt. So, I started dating around but none of them were you. My heart ached every time I saw you two together. I watched your eyes sparkle as you looked at me.

Then all your time went to her. I didn’t see you as much, whenever I did she was always with you and I was always so shut out.

I couldn’t even dislike her, it was hard to. She was so kind.

Our First Fight

I was performing in a talent show. I wrote a song about you. I invited you. You said you’d go.

It was about to be my turn. I was so nervous. I texted you, no response.

I didn't see you. You never came.

I tried my best not to cry. Tears fell as I sang the song.

If only you knew how much I love you…

I couldn’t be in love with you, you weren’t mine.

I went back to my apartment and just cried. The day after, laid in my darkroom. Didn’t leave my apartment for days.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Many messages from my friends, my parents, you. I read them but didn’t reply.

A knock on my door.

“Dahlia, please open the door.” I heard your voice. I opened the door. I didn’t want to but I did.

“Hi..” I said with coldness.

“Look I’m sorry…” You looked truly sorry but at that moment I couldn’t forgive you. I felt stupid for hiding how I felt. I caused all of this because I didn’t want to lose an amazing person like you.

I stayed quiet.

“W-we could get some lunch and talk about this.” You tried your best to tell me you were sorry.

“Colton…just go.” I felt the anger building. The tears were going to fall.

“Dal, please I’m sorry that I missed your performance. Syd got really sick and I had to take care of her.”

I couldn’t take it. I was angry at myself for falling in love with you.

“JUST FUCKING LEAVE, COLTON.” I started uncontrollably crying and started throwing pillows at you.

“Dahlia, don’t be like this. I-I need you.”

“No, you fucking don’t. Fuck you!” Tears spilled from your eyes, and so did mine.

“Fine if that’s what you want. Goodbye Dahlia.” I watched you walk out and I didn’t know.

That was the last time I was going to see you. A few days later, you died. You were hit by a drunk driver while you were leaving your apartment.

I never told go to tell you.

I planted a kiss on your cheek and gave you the bracelet I made for you and put it on your wrist. You were cold. I didn’t want to believe that you were gone. I wanted you to wake up and tell me that you were still here. “I love you, Colton.”

Your dad invited me to go to your apartment, he was 3 weeks sober. He told me you had a box in your room with my name on it. It was a baby blue heart-shaped box. I ran my fingers over the sticky note with my name on it.

I sat on the floor in front of your bed before opening it. You kept many of the letters I had written to you, there were the pictures we took together, then there were letters from you I have never seen until now, a necklace and a box.

I picked up one letter and began reading.

Dear Dahlia,

I’ve been wanting to tell you this since winter break but I just can’t find the words to say it. I’m glad that that night happened. I really hope you didn’t think me not waking up next to you meant that I wasn’t into you, I just didn’t want you to get in trouble. But I did hold you the entire time. Every word I spoke to you in your ear that night was true. I love you, Dahlia Greene. You have no fucking idea. I really hope that I can tell you that one day. When you told me that you have never been in love, I want to show that love. Dahlia, please be mine, I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t have you in my life. I wanna marry you, have babies together, and spend the rest of our lives together. I have a gift for you, it’s my mother’s necklace. I want you to have it.

The tears poured from my eyes. I picked up the necklace and put it on. H-He loved me.

I picked up the other letter.

Dear Dahlia,

I know that you're mad at me and I really hope we can fix whatever. Sydney ended things with me and I don’t know what to do. I feel alone. I’m sorry I hadn’t been there for you. I truly hope you forgive me. I love you. It’s always been you. You’re the one. I think I’m gonna ask you to marry me.

Reading those words broke me even more. I grabbed the box that was in the heart-shaped box with the other stuff. I opened it fearing it was what I think it was. It was a ring, a beautiful ring.

Dad and I got back on good terms again and I asked him if he still had my mom’s ring. I told him I was going to marry you, at first he thought it was a bit too early but then he realized he and my mom got married right when they felt it was right. He let me keep my mother’s ring and I was waiting for that moment you and I would reunite so then I could ask you to be my wife. But before that, I’m going to ask your parents if they give me permission to marry their daughter. I just hope you love me too, Dahlia the way I love you.

You have no idea, Colton. I love you to infinity and beyond.

I sat there crying so hard. You wanted to marry me. I would’ve said yes in a heartbeat. That’s how much I loved you.

It’s been 2 years since you left this earth. Every now and then, I go to the beach and watch the waves and sit next to the palm tree we used to hang out by on the sand. I

I think about our happy memories. What I would give to just have you here with me. I kept that one shirt that you wore, and I wear it sometimes and when I do I feel you near me.

I hope you forgive me. I hope that you are reunited with your mom and are watching me from the clouds.

I love you.