My.. My Children. I Look At Them And I… Feel Such Wonder. They Are Better Than I’ll Ever Be, Aren’t

I am a(n):

⚪ Male

⚪ Female

🔘 Writer

Looking for

⚪ Boyfriend

⚪ Girlfriend

🔘 An incredibly specific word that I can’t remember

Heard some important information on Twitter today, and thought I’d post it here for anyone who may not have heard it. This is actually a thing, devised by human rights organisation called Karma Nirvana.

Reblog to save a life?

5 New ideas for outlining stories

Maybe you are tired of all outlining techniques out there… the snowflake, the skeletal, the summary, the visual map, you’ve tried them all. And, although they are great, nothing works anymore. Or never worked in the first place. Maybe, when you outline, you feel like the magic is gone, the story has already been told, you don’t need to write it anymore. Outlining makes your bored.

Then, you try going pantser, but you get lost to where your story should be going soon after the first plot point. Not outlining makes you lost.

We need to jump outside the box of plotter and pantser. No one is 100% plotter, or 100% pantser. We are neither. In truth, we are explores, travelers, discoverers of beautiful stories, sometimes we have maps, sometimes we are following the unknown.

If we outline with fear and/or severity, we are doomed. Outlining is supposed to be on the creative side of the brain. It’s the whole picture of a drawing. Or the sketch of a sculpture. So, let’s try an artistic approach to outlining. 

1. TV Series:

For a moment, pretend that you are not writing a book, but a 15-episodes TV series. Write down a small paragraph to what should happen in each episode. Don’t worry about details, make it general. With 15 episodes planned out, you’ll have a clear view of the story. As you write, use the episodes as guidance.

This exercise helps you explore plot details.

2. Hours:

Think of your story as the hand of a clock, it has to run through twelves parts to close the circle. Draw a clock, but, instead of hours, write down plot points. Every hour should change the story somehow and guide the characters to a conclusion.

This exercise helps you keep track with the main plot.  

3. Branches

Picture your story as the branches of a tree. Better yet, grab a paper and draw your tree trunk. The trunk is the beginning of the story. Part the trunk into two big branches. These two branches are two different turns your story could take. From two big branches, create four smaller ones. At each split, create a new course for your story. At the end of the exercise, you’ll have many outlines to choose from.

This exercise helps you discover new possibilities.

4. Mixing

Mix the outline of two existing stories from books, movies or games to create your own. Very simple and easy. Write down one or more paragraphs on how these two stories would merge into one completely new.

This exercise helps you unravel new angles to old ideas. 

5. Tags

Make a list of 10 to 50 words of objects, colors, places, animals or even feelings. Pick three words randomly and try to incorporate them into your story.

This exercise helps you think outside the box.

You can try your favorite exercise, or all of them.

Blink Pt. 2

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Prompt: You Said You Would Let Them Go

Fandom: Original Work

Part 1

Ella teleported Todd off the roof and helped him get home. She started walking back to her apartment trying to think of what she was going to tell everyone.

She pushed the door to her apartment open, and Natalie and Jack were sitting on her couch. Natalie was braiding her long black hair, and Jack was picking at his fingernails. When she came in, they stood up quickly.

“What happened?” Jack stepped forward and grabbed her by her forearms.

She pulled her arms out of his grip and pulled her mask off setting it on the table. She sat down on the couch with a huge sigh.

“Babe, what happened?” Jack sat down next to her grabbing her hand, 

“I can’t tell you.”

“What do you mean?” Natalie sat with a concerned look.

“He made me promise that I wouldn’t.” Ella could feel tears starting to form in her eyes. Pushing them back she pulled her hand from Jack’s and stood heading towards the kitchen. 

She could hear someone rummaging around in her fridge. When she walked in Aaron, the tallest guy in the group, quickly stood up with a pop tart in his mouth and Tayler, the skinniest one of the bunch, froze reaching for the peanut butter above the fridge.

Ella sighed and threw up her hands, “Who else is here?”

Her bathroom door opened, and Laura walked out shaking her wet hands. “You don’t have any towels in there.” She said sheepishly.

“Get out.” Ella pointed to her front door the tears starting to run down her face.

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Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

twilight but instead of a dramatic reveal about how edward’s a vampire bella just shows up to class one day and slides a copy of Dracula across the table to see what happens 

Oh. OH. OHhhhh.

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The Kids Pt. 2

Prompt: Don’t Let Them See You Cry

Fandom: Original Work

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Part 1

The past week had been hell.

Liv paced around her room massaging her sore shoulder.

The tests had been impossible. Yesterday Liv was told to climb the rock wall for hours. If she tried to stop she was met with an electric shock. So, she kept going. When they finally let her go back to her room, she was too exhausted to resist.

She was not looking forward to today’s test.

When the door slid open, she turned towards the people entering the room.

“Hands.” They said sharply.

Not having the energy she held out her arms.

They stepped forward and locked a pair of handcuffs around her arms. They pulled her forward, and she followed them down the hallway.

When they reached the gym, they unlocked her handcuffs and pushed her into the room.

The door slammed shut behind her.

Liv expecting to be the only one in the room was surprised when saw another figure standing in the corridor.

“Conner. What are you doing here?”

Conner turned to face her. His eyes were bloodshot. He probably hadn’t slept in the past few days. That was his teachers favorite “assignment.” With lights that stayed on and noises that would sound every hour, Conner could be kept awake for days.

“Liv, why are you here?”

“This is my class time. Why are you here?”

Conner’s eyes started darting around the room. “I-I don’t know.” He started walking back and forth. His hands running through his hair.

“Hey. Hey, it’s ok.” Liv stepped forward, motioning for Conner to come closer.

He glanced at her and took a few steps forward.

Suddenly a shock sent them both flying away from each other.

Conner hit the wall behind him and crumpled to the floor.

Liv slid across the floor until her head hit the wall.

Blinking back tears, she jumped to her feet and ran towards Conner. He hadn’t moved since he hit the wall. She knelt and shook his shoulders.

“Conner, you’ve got to wake up.”

He let out a small grunt, and his eyes fluttered open. “What happened?”

“Just the teachers being rude. Try and sleep.”

Conner didn’t argue and closed his eyes again.

Liv pushed his messy hair out of his face. Conner had been the strongest person she knew. The fact that they had reduced him to this mess made her angry.

Tears started to form in her eyes.

No. She would not let them see her cry. That’s what they wanted. They were trying to break her, and the others, and she was not going to let it happen.

She turned towards the camera in the corner of the room. “What do you want from us?” She yelled still holding back her tears.

There wasn’t a response. She grunted in frustration and started to pace the room again. After a few minutes, the door slid open. The Principal strolled in followed by a guard. The door slid shut behind them.

“What do you want with us?” Liv said through gritted teeth.

The Principal let out a soft laugh. “We want you to start trusting us.”

Liv couldn’t help but let out a sarcastic laugh. “And you think the best way to do that is to put us through hell?”

He shrugged, “If that is what it takes.”

The tears started to well up in her eyes again. Pushing them back she pointed at Conner. “Does that look like someone who trusts you?”

“Yes. The next time we ask him to do something, he will.”

“Because you’ve broken him,” Liv yelled. “That is not the same as trust.”

“Maybe not, but he will do what I want, without questions.”

Liv stood, stunned, staring at him.

The Principal stared back with a wide grin on his face. “Now you get it.”

He motioned to the guard, and he stepped forward and grabbed her arm.

Liv didn’t struggle as they walked back to her cell.

“Don’t worry. You will start to trust me just like Conner does.” The Principal’s words echoed down the hall, and Liv shuddered.