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Sophia

Prompt: Chained to a Wall

Fandom: Original Work

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(Accidentally posted this to the wrong blog. Whoops! Second times is the charm!)

Sophia opened her eyes slowly. The back of her head started to throb. She tried to massage it, but her arm didn’t move. Confused, she pulled again.

The clinking of something familiar echoed through the room.

Chains.

Sophia looked up at her hands and saw that her wrists were locked in iron shackles. The shackles were connected to a chain that stretched to the ceiling.

She closed her eyes. Her memories started to become more evident.

She had left Evan asleep in bed and gone to get firewood. She had walked about a mile to the clearing and started cutting down the trees. Then what?

She picked up all the wood, and then footsteps. Then darkness.

A loud click echoed through the room.

Sophia opened her eyes as the cell door swung open. Two guards walked into the room, followed by the last person she wanted to see.

“Ray.” Sophia grit her teeth.

Ray stepped forward. “Sophia. It’s so good to see you.” His voice was sweet, and his grin was fake.

“Couldn’t say the same.”

His grin faded as he started pacing the room. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you and Evan. Where have you guys been?”

She didn’t respond.

He stopped and turned to face her. The silence hung in the air. They both knew why he hadn’t seen them.

Ray was Evan’s uncle, and they are both members of the wealthiest family in the city. After Evan’s parents died, he was supposed to take over the business, but his uncle pulled the rug out from under him and turned the family against him.

They didn’t trust him anymore, and some wanted him dead, so he ran. Leaving it all behind.

Ray started pacing again.

“Where is Evan?”  His voice was colder than it was before.

“Why do you need to know?”

Ray stopped. He motioned to one of the guards.

The guard stepped forward and punched her in the stomach.

Sophia let out a grunt and tried to bend forward, but was stopped by the shackles.

Ray turned to her again. “Where is Evan?”

“I’m not telling you anything.” She locked eyes with him.

His expression grew more impatient. He let out a huff and stepped closer.

“I will stop at nothing to find him.”

Sophia spit. He took a step back wiping his eye.

The guard stepped forward raising his fist.

Ray put out an arm and stopped him. He finished wiping his eye and slapped her across the face.

Her head snapped to the left.

She took a deep breath before making eye contact with Ray again.

“Is that all you’ve got?”

That was the wrong thing to say. Angry, he punched her in the stomach. Hard.

She gasped for air, as the punches kept coming.

Ray, breathing heavy, took a step back.

Sophia tried to stand, but her legs gave out, and she hung by her wrists.

He motioned to his guards, and they left the cell.

“I want Evan.” He turned and slammed the door behind him.

9 Ways to Tighten Up Your Novel’s Middle

Every year, we’re lucky to have great sponsors for our nonprofit events. Scrivener, a 2022 Camp NaNoWriMo sponsor, is an award-winning writing app that has been enthusiastically adopted by best-selling novelists and novices alike. Today, Scrivener director Julia Pierce is here to share some tips on writing your story’s middle:

We’re midway through Camp and around now, some of you may be starting to experience the curse of the saggy middle. This isn’t just a euphemism for what happens when the need to meet your daily word count target becomes all-consuming and takes precedence over your daily exercise routine. Nope, it’s that bit where the doubts about your story’s structure start to creep in… Is that storyline really as gripping as you first thought? Would the hero really make that choice…?

Unfortunately, writing the midsection of a novel is tricky—it’s where the hard work happens, the plot is driven on, characters grow and plans are tried (and fail). With this part taking up around 50% of the word count, a good rate of momentum is vital to carry the reader with you from your perfect beginning to the novel’s climax. So, how can you pep up your prose? Here are some tried and tested methods:

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okay so THIS IS NOT FINISHED YET! But I feel like I’m missing a bit of story telling in this animation. I’m very tired and uninspired and I can’t think of anything to add to make it very clear what they are doing before I start doing the backgrounds and shading, suggestions are welcome! Also, if it isn’t clear what’s going on in this animation please tell me and try to add what pieces of information you’re missing.. Also also, please keep in mind that I’ll be adding an intro where Robin and Jack can be heard making fun of Ethan for not getting the game, that should add a bit more info right there.. Also also also, maybe I’m overthinking this and maybe I’m adding too much information, but right now I can’t tell xD SO BLEASE LET ME KNOW

SUPERKIDDOS, Part 3! For those wondering, the entire comic should be 5 parts long (total of 25 pages– I ended up adding 2 more pages to the last part of the comic for pacing purposes). All three of our boys show up in this part, as well as the main baddy… Toyman???

Valentines Prologue << Part One << Part Two << Part Three

I've been down lately going through family and adult stuff and responsibilities. I was wondering if you can recommend a fic that's got a very sad/hurt Dick where someone helps him out? Those really help a lot especially when they talk to him. Thanks

Oh no, I’m so sorry that life’s got you down, friend. Sorry it took me so long to respond, but I was working. Anyways, here’s the list, and I hope you enjoy!

As always, you can check out my fic recs here.

To be seen and not heard - Dick’s hurt, has to hide, and he meets someone unexpected in his chosen hiding place. It just keeps getting better as you go.

Every Fiber of My Being - birdflash, but it’s really good at showing the strain on Dick’s shoulders after Bruce dies. Plus it’s a longfic.

All your resolve (dissolves) - YJ fic. This doesn’t actually have much of a happy ending, but it does show the how stressed Dick was during the invasion through Tim’s eyes.

Short of Stable - Hurt Dick with worried Damian and Alfred

The Mechanics of a Hug - Dick is literally being hugged the entire fic and it’s great.

There Is This Space - Super short, but it’s a fear toxin fic and I can never resist.

Seven Days a Week - Dick’s family takes care of him, even when they don’t know what’s wrong.

The Winter of Our Discontent - Dick gets super hurt in this one, and there’s worried batdad. And it’s 10k.

the man with guns for eyes - Dick comes home from Spyral and everyone’s got issues with everyone. They figure it out with a little help, plus some minor (major) injuries.

With a Broken Wing - Bruce is there for Dick, even when no one else is.

 Save You - YJ fic. Warning for suicidal thoughts. Dick has a really rough time here.

Come One, Come All - Dick’s hurt and his family keeps him company.

To Pass Through This Night - Deals with the fallout Forever Evil never really got around to dealing with. Dick cries.

Even When You’re Down - Sick Dick and worried Jason and Bruce.

Handle with Care - Dick’s sick and Bruce and Damian try their best.

Shield - Bruce is hurt and Dick doesn’t handle it very well.

The Only Moment We Are Alone - Dick and Damian dealing with each other’s nightmares.

You Won’t Wake Up Alone - Dawn wrote this for me, and it’s kind of another fallout fic from Forever Evil, and I’ve read this at least fifty times.

Breather - Dick’s sick and Bruce is there.

Second Generation - Deals with the aftermath of Tarantula and Blockbuster. Mostly Tarantula. Warning for deep, deep depression. I’d recommend taking time to read something else or go on a walk every few chapters.

edit because I forgot a few:

The Gotham Vigilante’s Guide to Christmas - Dick’s hurt and doesn’t tell anyone

There’s Nothing to Fear Here - Dick’s whammied with fear toxin

there’ll always be a few things, maybe several things - Dick has a hard night and goes to Tim for help

It’s a long list, but I hope it helps!

Also, there are some more fics that deal with Dick and depression I have on hand, but I didn’t want to recommend them right off the bat if you’re in too deep of a funk. I know that when I read some of them, they’d send me deeper into my depression than I already was, and I’d end up having to call someone to talk me out of hurting myself or talk me down from panic attacks.

If you would like me to recommend them, I’d feel better if you messaged me personally. Hope you’re alright <3

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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