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Short Stories #4

. 4 The Crossroads of Destiny

The large roof and deep eaves curved into sharp, intimidating lines while the bamboo walls reflected a blue hue, a symptom of the night, as the house on the hill stood aglow before me. Motionless, crisp air burned my lungs with each inhale and smelt like the dew filled grass. The bonsai tree is unnaturally still, as if realizing the gravity of tonight. Water from the fountain gushed but it, too, seemed muted, while the full moon serenaded this tranquil visage, molding an illusion of serenity. The deafening silence is unnerving, but I'm not here to be cowed. The weight of my cold katana on my back grounds me. I'm on a mission.

After picking the lock, I entered by sliding the main door open, a pleasant woody scent filled my nose. My entrance seemed to have alerted an elderly man. He stared at me, his ridiculous, white beard curling at the end, near the collar of his indigo yukuta, trying to make out my masked face in the semi darkness. How unfortunate. For him. A quick slash from my katana and he is gone before he could make a sound. Before I could catch him, he fell with a loud thud, his throat spilling disgustingly, the copper scent of blood wafts in the air mixing with the incense. This seemed to have woken up other occupants on the ground floor. Doors slid open and men stepped out. I watch as horror fills their eyes, then understanding, then rage. One man grabs his tachi and lunges at me. Ah, wrong move. I dodge, hold my foot out and he trips and with a swift swing from me, his body jerks and he's out like a candle. I pick up his tachi with my other hand as more men trickle in to attack me. Dodge, parry, dodge again, leap, I use the wall as a support to leap again, using my knee I plow another in his groin, and swing, he goes down thrashing wildly. I swivel and clash my swords with yet another man, who jerks back from my abrupt motions. Using his momentary distraction, I surge forth, and elbow him in the face, then under the jaw, and finally a shattering blow to ribs. Blood splutters from his mouth and he wails, and I drive my trusted katana through his heart. An agonized shriek pierced through my haze but only barely. A raging duel has broken out. Now I was fighting four men at once, all of them shouting expletives at me. The children cowered while two women threw household items at me. The men are able-bodied, athletic and burly but my smaller, quicker frame gave me an advantage of speed and efficiency. I dodge the plate thrown at me and it hits one man behind me, in the face. I swivel and cut his head cleanly off his shoulders with the tachi. A man screamed in rage and ran towards me. I moved out his way and he slams against the wall, while another man lunges toward me holding his tanto straight. I knew then it would pierce my heart. I rolled under him and kicked him from the back and his tanto went through the back of the man who was still against the wall. Horror welled in his eyes and I deftly swung my katana at his jugular. As the saying goes, 'Hit two birds with one stone'. When the aggressive onslaught of attacks ended up hurting their own people or themselves, did the men realize what a formidable fighter I am. They are good, I admit, and they meet my expectations for a warrior family, but I, I'm a master and have been for decades. I take them all down one by one, effortlessly, my motions mechanical. Oh, these men were really good. I'm slightly out of breath, blood dribbles down my forehead and there's an ache in my muscles. Not an issue. I move towards the remaining women and the children. The fear in their eyes and their wrenching sobs almost make me pause. Almost. Alas, it must be done. I raise both swords and swing. Blood splatters on the bamboo walls, on the tatami mat flooring and on the Shōji attached to the wooden railing. The smell is unbearable down here, sweat, blood, other bodily fluids and incense combined together create an unholy stench which should be called an assault in and of itself. Wrinkling my nose, I drop the tachi and move forward.

I scour the house for any survivors. None remain. Good. I make my way upstairs and eliminate all those hiding. Barely feeling my heart beating, I slide the door to the last room. The mother screams and shields the child with her body. One cut and she too spills crimson at my feet. And oh. How I waited and plotted and planned for this moment. The bane of my existence, stares at me with large eyes, darker than the sky. So this is the infamous "child of the prophecy". This weakling. The child stares, I sneer back. To think this silly creature could do me harm, is frankly laughable. I raise my katana to swing, I pause and my arm drops. I lift my arm again and the sudden realization of what I'm about to do, what I just did, crashed down on me. I am hesitating. Why? I already killed the family without remorse, why is this so difficult?! The child stares and stares and I want to end him so badly, yet….

A sudden wisp of black and white smoke gathers around my feet. The child falls unconscious in his crib instantly. Yelping, I take a few steps back and hold my katana in a defensive position. Two unearthly beings, the white one a few steps ahead to my right and the black one a few steps ahead to my left. Terror strikes my heart like lightning. Was this what the prophecy meant? Is this my end? As the smoke cleared, I gasped, my sword falling with a clatter. Me?! These creatures wore my face, but no…. I can see a difference. The one on my left, was pale as the moon outside, and held a perpetual, cocky smirk, while the eyes had a glint sharper than my katana. Clothed in a kimono as pale as its skin, this creature seemed to glow, but it had a curious black spot on its forehead, in between the two milky eyes. It's companion, however, was the opposite. Glistening, pure black skin, and an ebony kimono, made the white spot on its forehead more pronounced. It's expression was stern, and shrewd but its shadowy eyes were watchful and old. It seemed to have sucked all the shadows around it. In essence they had my features but in different shades. As formidable as their presence felt, they created a rather bewitching sight. The being in white looks charming and enticing, a delicate elegance to its movements, while the being in black looks so divine and mesmerizing, its stature refined and striking.

"Hello Human", the white one grinned, it's voice-my voice but airy and seductive,"I am your Yang and this is my companion", Yang gestured to the other,"Yin". Yin, however did not speak, just kept me under its watchful gaze.

"Are you my punishment?" I murmured.

"No.",Yin finally spoke, it's voice clear and firm, "We are your conscious, and I am here to convince you to make the right choice."

"Oh please my darling Yin, and human," Yang adds as an afterthought, "there is only a choice and what you do with it. Right and wrong are subjective."

Yin scoffs and rolls its eyes. Yang tiptoes over to me, each slight step made it look like it was floating rather than touching the ground. It picks up my sword, slings its arm over my shoulder and pushes my katana in my blood coated hands.

"Go ahead, do it. Kill the child, you know he's a liability to the empire you spent ages building." Yang whispered in my ear.

"If you have an ounce of humanity left in you will put down that sword!"roared Yin. "You have slaughtered his family! Now he will definitely come for you because YOU put that prophecy in motion!"

"Now, now Yin, let's not lose our tempers," Yang soothes,"the prophecy was put in motion against our human's judgement. No point crying over spilt milk is there? What we need now is for our human to kill-"

" -There will be no killing." Yin interrupts, snarling.

"We'll see." Yang bites back and turns to me, one arm still over my shoulder, the other forcing my katana in my hand.

"I-well-I can't let this child live!" I sputter out. "I've spent over a century building it from the ashes that my father", I spit, "caused. I cannot let my work go to waste!"

"That's more like it!" Yang exclaims, a sharp grin dancing across its mouth.

"Not let your work go to waste!?" Yin bellows. "Surely you do realize, if you proceed you will become the same person your father was! Have you forgotten what he has done!?"

I flinch back from Yin's words and my old scar, racing down from my jugular till my heart, tingles.

"You set that prophecy in motion, now you deal with the consequences that come with it." Yin clenches its teeth and forces out, self righteous anger held with scarce restraint.

"Well, so what? Morality is dubious at best." trills Yang, while deftly skirting around the cold body of the mother." Yes the prophecy is in motion and what of it? Just end the boy. There will be no issue of him, ah, 'hunting you down for sweet revenge'. Murder makes everything easier." A sly grin appears on its face. "As you proved downstairs."

"Enough of this. The least you can do is compensate the boy for the loss you caused. If you murder that child, will you able to live with yourself?" Yin inquires, soulful eyes knowing.

Yang comes to an abrupt halt, its face twisted, as it looks towards Yin, who hadn't moved an inch from its position.

"Must you always complicate situations?" it sneers, then turns towards me, suddenly cold and demanding, "Human, kill that child."

"No! Spare the child!"

"I said kill the child!"

"And I said spare the child!"

"Kill the child!"

"Spare the child!"

"Kill the child!"

"Spare the child!"

"ENOUGH!" I erupt, and fall to my knees. Tears of frustration and uncertainty well in my eyes. Both beings, taken aback, turn to look at me. I hold my head in my hands, and soon enough, sobs wreak my body, my shoulders shaking.

Yin's lip curls as it stares down at me.

"So this is what the 'Great Leader' does whenever faced with a difficult situation." it sneers. "Cry."

"I do not wish to be like my father", I sob, my voice hoarse, "I wished for peace and security for me and my people, and then this-this prophecy came along and ruined it for me. This child-you don't understand-this child is destined to be my fall! All that I worked so hard on, I can not let it turn to dust. I just-" my voice breaks off, gut wrenching sobs ascend to heaves.

The beings watch me carefully, quietly, none moving till I calmed down.

"Human." Yin spoke, its voice firm and somber, thrummed in me like residual vibrations from a gigantic church bell. I lift my head. Yin and Yang stared back at me without blinking. An unnerving silence hung in the air.

"You are at the crossroads of destiny." Yang crooned, at last. My blood smeared katana laid in front of me, a trickle of moonlight gleaming on the visible metallic parts. Yin and Yang, then speak to me, in a voice of one,

"What will you choose?"

________________End_______________

In life we often come across crossroads, hopefully none as severe as this, in which we have to choose between desire and morality.

Yin is harsh and unyielding but the white spot on its forehead shows the good in difficulty, the emotional and mental strength it takes to do what is right. It shows the beauty of struggle and the iron fist you must wield to abide by morality.

Yang, on the other hand, is seductive, fluid and ever changing. It shifts from place to place, with a ruthless callousness and it is, often, rather flimsy. It shows the temptation of selfishness, of the desire to take and never give.

The most difficult battles, in truth, are varying shades of gray, rather than just black and white.

The ending is left open for the readers to interpret as they wish and to ask themselves the big question,

"What will YOU choose?"

And the forest hugged me, the moss sheltering, the leaves and vines curling and the wild flowers showering me with perfume.

"Welcome back," the forest whispered in my ear," I've missed you."

~Me

Found another prompt on pinterest, here's what i wrote

I would like to take some time to appreciate the irony, of a god as old as eternity being mistaken.

If I were to ask you what your thoughts were about Death, the big old guy with the scythe and the creepy cloak, what would you say? That Death brings desperarion and desolation, grief and pain and nothing more. Some might even fear him.

But in this apocalyptic wolrd, things are different, because if all humans die, so does Death.

For what is the Grim Reaper without souls to reap?

Nothing, exacly.

So Death does as best he can, leaving clues, messages and warnings in his trail, hoping to help any poor soul who might look close enough to notice it. They might not be able to see him, but common sense get better as people fight for survival, and gut feelings – Death's indications, really – are often more important.

The survivors have started to realize only now that a higher being watches over them. Is it God or the Saints? No, it's Death itself. But were you to ask them, they would answer you truthfully that the entity protecting them is known as Life.

Ironic, isn't it?

At least Death thinks so, laughing every time he remembers this.

Found this on pinterest a while ago and thought I'd try writing something.

It was raining again.

The girl watched from her window, eyes dazed as she focused on the sounds. There had been a time when she would hope for the message to change, for a • to change into a –. She had learnt over time to stop being delusional; the rain always brought bad news. Today, it was simple: a one word sentence, the same word, over and over, warning her of something she could not escape.

•–• ••– –•

Run.

How was she supposed to run from the rain? To hide from the sky? She had thought it would be a good idea to learn Morse Code, it would have been a great addition to her resume once she would go to college. But she had never thought the rain would drive her crazy. The dip-drip-drop of the water and the clip-clip-clop on her window was slowly making her drown in madness. The chaos of this horrendous symphony was taking over her every thought in a mess of what used to be genius.

Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run.

She hated the rain, she had learned to fear its message for it was never wrong.

March 11th 2073

The end of the world came just before daybreak, during the 'blue hour' when nature held its breath for a split second one last time and then the sky cracked open and fell down upon us like shards of glass

too few lived to see daybreak

fewer made it past the gates opening

less than a quarter of the world's population made it to the safe haven that was Bloodrock in time for departure

half of the ones left perished during the trip

the human race had almost been wiped out in its entirety in less than half a day

more would follow

that was the undeniable truth of the matter

we all knew it

I could see it on the faces of the other passengers, the morbid acceptance, the grim resignation for what was to come, but beneath all the grime, blood, and dust on their skin I could see hope. hope that humanity will live past this, that we will survive and eventually we would once again thrive

finger clutched tightly in prayer we huddled around and formed a sort of half circle looking out one of the windows of Bloodrock

I felt a spark of determination rush through me so fiercely that it sent shivers down my back and made my hairs stand on their end

we would survive!

and we would learn from this so that our children and our children's children would not repeat our mistakes

then we would come back and reclaim what had been taken from us with a furious vengeance no other race in the known universe could ever possess

WE. WOULD. THRIVE.

You are sitting at your desk one quiet evening finishing up some assignments when you hear a crack behind you, like someone just stepped on one of the creaky floorboards of your cozy little home. Only problem is, you live in an apartment with cement floors covered in fluffy carpets.

  Wordlessly, you pull out an ancient blade with shining symbols all over it that seems to buzz happily as it is once again in your grasp.

Two fun (separate) ideas for Nightmare that have been festering in my mind for the past bit.

1. Nightmare has every memory of his past self as a child. He firmly believes that the real Nightmare died and that he's just the corruption. Every single day, he questions if having the exact same memories makes him a copy of the same person that never got to grow up. (This could go in either the "nightmare never died" or the "nightmare died, but corrupted nightmare is still valid" type of existential routes. Either way, fun!)

2. Nightmare has DID. The corruption actually did nothing to cause this; it was all the villager's abuse. He only noticed this after the corruption though, and he blames it on that. (Maybe, one day, something causes him to have a third alter, and suddenly the first two are spiraling as they try to figure out what just happened)

Grotesque shadow monster in its rebellious phase hanging out with humans

Day 3 “I’m not a villain in your story. In theirs, yeah. But not in yours.”

I tried to make this gender neutral tell me what y’all think

Prompt from @I-michalska-writer

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A beeping sound comes from my left side as I peel my eyes open. I’m in a hospital room, with multiple IVs in my arm and a ton of injuries. The last time I can remember I was fighting the villain no that seemed too light of a title for them. More like a mastermind, I’m usually smart enough not to fall for their traps but they took my significant other. Right before I was about to get them back one of their henchmen beat me up and well knocked me out. I was pulled out of my thoughts by ruffling to my right, and that's when I notice there is a person sitting in a visiting chair. Curious I tap on their shoulder, but when they open their eyes I go to scream before they cover my mouth. It was them, they’re the reason I’m in this smelly, atrocious hospital! The person I’ve come to know as my nemesis in disguise says “Please, just let me explain, darling please.” I was about to reject and thrash in my bed, but the hurt in their eyes kept me still.”

They slowly remove their hand and I say “You can explain, but don’t call me Darling. I am nothing of the sort to you.”

I notice they wince at the end and raise an eyebrow in curiosity “How the fuck did you get in anyway.”

The response was short but understandable “People are stupid.” Them not being wrong keeps me from saying anything. They then take a deep breath “I never meant for you to get hurt…”

Letting out a bark of laughter I sarcastically reply “Good one maybe try better next time.”

Their gaze hardened and they say “I’m serious, Harrison was out of line.” I raise my eyebrow, Harrison. Quick to understand they respond to my quiet question “It’s my henchman the one that beat you up.”

Rolling my eyes I say to them “Sure blame a henchman for your evil plans.”

My nemesis stands up out of his chair and seethed “It was a mistake on both our parts it won’t happen again.”

With my side starting to hurt more I ask “Why is it I matter now? What is so damn special about me? I’m like everyone else except I stand up to your bullshit. On top of that, you steal my girlfriend-“ Almost shooting up out of bed I glare at them “Where the fuck is my girlfriend.” The monitor’s beeping starts to spike more and they try to calm me down I snarl at them “Now listen here-“

They snap “GODDAMN YOU, YOU CAN’T GET IT THROUGH YOUR THICK SKULL! YOU are beyond intelligent, in fact probably the smartest person I’ve ever met and you don’t see it! YOU are more beautiful than Aphrodite and carry yourself with such grace. YOU treat others with so much kindness despite your own suffering. YOU are my Patrocles… The first moment I saw you I fell in love with you…” Their voice becomes a slight whisper as I process what was just said. A silence settles as I stare at them stunned, I go to say something but am taken aback by the pooling sadness in their eyes. After a few more seconds of silence, they grab their hat and phone before walking out the door. Yet as I sat in my hospital bed I see them stop right before crossing the threshold, slightly turning to me they say “I’m not a villain in your story. In theirs, yeah. But not in yours.”

Below is a real scene of the protagonist being knocked out

Day two of my writing challenge

Sorry forgot to post also posting 3 today need to write 4 yet

Soulmate AU: everyone is born with heterochromia, one eye is their soulmate's color and the other is theirs. What happens when two soulmates meet?

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Everyone always dreams of meeting their soulmate, their other half. Meeting my soulmate was once my dream, but I’ve given up hope. My soulmate's eyes aren’t exactly the rarest color, although they were beautiful that’s for sure. Their eye is an arctic blue with strokes of baby blue. Compared to my simple hazel eyes theirs were truly magnificent. So in general it’s nice having such a beautiful eye, but every other blue eye I see is lifeless and dull compared to my soulmate’s. Sighing in frustration I shake my head to clear my thoughts, now is not the time for daydreaming, I’m about to be in Paris. The city of love it’s quite ironic huh? Stepping onto the train platform I take a deep breath in and smell food nearby. Looking around I also admire the train station's architecture, it was much better compared to what we had back home. While looking around I start to become dizzy and lean against a pole. I start to rub my temple to attempt to get rid of the dizzy spell, but a man suddenly appears in the corner of my vision. Blinking at him I notice he was quite tall he then asks in a somewhat raspy voice “Are you quite alright my lady?” No one says my lady, but I brush it off and notice he looked like Ian McKellen, he had eyes that sparkled with mischief and an impressive beard. Nodding I respond to him “I apologize for that sir, I’m just becoming very dizzy.”

Yet when I go to once again look at his eyes I find him studying mine.

I then hear “It’s her.” I am about to question what he meant by the remark but before I could I feel myself falling. Screams erupt from my mouth as I get beaten up by tree branches on the way down. When I hit the ground I start to feel tears form, but I push it down. Getting to my feet I realize I’m shaking and my right arm is numb. Muttering profanities under my breath I limp to the base of a tree and begin to take in my surroundings. I’m surrounded by black dying trees that were corroding to who knows what, but I did not wanna find out. Continuing to look around I wonder how the hell I got into this situation. Okay, I was at a train station in Paris and got dizzy then an old ma- wait it was that old hobo man that looks like Ian McKellen! Now that I think of it he looked like Gandalf, yet even I knew he looked too friendly!

Before I go to look around more when I hear a voice “Don’t move or the arrow will lie in your head” I go to speak but instead process the voice. Then it hit me he sounds like Legolas!

I respond “Sir I’m sorry for whatever I did, but I don’t even know where I am.”

Then I am interrupted by a person behind me “Lay down your bow Legolas Greenleaf, she is with me.”

Wait a minute that is the cheap Ian McKellen copy! Quickly turning around I point at the man cosplaying Gandalf “You! You, Homeless hobo, are the reason I’m here I could be in Paris right now drinking wine in the Eiffel Tower!”

He acknowledges me and says “I understand that my lady,” but then he turns to the man that also looked like a clone of Legolas and says “see look at her eyes, mellon nin.”

The Handsome copy of Legolas looks at my eyes as mine nervously dart around, but looking at his face, his expression shows one of surprise “She has Adar’s eyes…” He then turns to the other cosplayers and says something in elvish, to which the other cosplaying elves nod. The man cosplaying Legolas grabs my arm as we start to walk. If it was anyone else I wouldn’t have allowed it, but he’s hot so one exception. As we walk the large trees start to gain life the closer we got to whatever destination. ‘Okay this is weird as shit’ I think, but when we near a twisted wooden structure I realized.

“I’m not on earth any longer am I?”

I was really questioning myself, but the actual Gandalf agrees with a laugh “No my lady instead you are on middle earth.” Oh god I feel like throwing up, it definitely doesn’t help when I walk in and everyone looks at me. We walk through twisting halls and finally to what seemed like a throne room, nervous about falling off the edge of the path I practically cling onto Legolas, who in return gives me a curious glance. Once we reach the large platform I relax a bit, okay no dying via falling off a path edge.

Legolas then speaks “My King there is someone here to see you.” he lets go of me and I look at him as if he’s nuts and shake my head quickly.

I just want to go ho- “Is that so Legolas, tell me who is it.” My throat goes dry, but when I turn around I am met with the most beautiful blue eye and a hazel one. The tall elf with my eyes that I’ve identified as Thranduil walks down the steps and stops right in front of me. He is so close that I can feel his breath.

I say the only thing I can think of at that moment “Your eyes are beautiful.”

Day1 of trying to get back into writing

“Death is Beautiful isn’t it”

He stared at me, the calm in his eyes of ocean blue almost put me at ease… Almost. It was hard to believe that I once held such malice towards this boy- no, man in front of me. As the snow softly fell into his fluffy hair I began to ponder when this all started. Was it when I noticed him all grumpy in the hall on a sunny Monday morning or was it when I stood up for him when he wasn’t there to do so for himself? I snap out of my thoughts when I hear a sentence roll off of his tongue in a raspy voice “Death is beautiful isn’t it?” My mouth goes dry, I can’t respond seeing as I always thought of death as a cruel and despicable being who takes what you love. Hesitant to respond I slowly pull his head into my lap, trying to cause him as little pain as possible, he seems to understand this and shuffles his body to be as comfortable as possible. He does his best to nod, but instead, a painful cough racks his body, I wince as blood spills on the fresh snow turning it crimson. His eyes gloss over as the two of us peer down at the bustling and glowing town below us. As his breathing becomes more shallow the night seems to understand and quiets, all the while fear creeps into my bones. Almost in slow motion, I begin to cry, I don’t want him to leave. His hand reached up to cup my face, and he wiped my tears away. When I opened my eyes he was smiling. His smile was brighter than all the stars in the sky at that moment. Then it dawned on me he is waiting for me, despite his pain he wanted me to accept it, to accept his death before he passes. This time unlike many other moments between us no words were needed, looking into his glazed eyes, I smiled. His eyes fluttered shut and his hand went limp in mine, at the realization that he was finally gone my heart felt as if it was bursting from my chest. As much as I hated death at that moment, sitting in the red snow, cold, and crying in sorrow for the person I knew I also realized he was right Death is beautiful.

And then they aren't finished and haven't been updated since 2011 and you feel the urge to write a fanfiction about that fanfiction but feel as though you can't live up to that legacy -

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

Person A: "I'll take you apart with my teeth."

Person B: "...In a sexy way or a cannibalistic way?"

Person A: *smiling* "One of those, yes."

Optional Person A responses:

"Why not both?"

"It's a surprise."

Just "Yes."

Temples are built for gods. Knowing this a farmer builds a small temple to see what kind of god turns up.

Temples are built for gods. Knowing this a farmer builds a small temple to see what kind of god turns up.

a party of adventurers that are all equally convinced that they are in completely different forms of media

words for when your characters ______

Agree

accede, acceptance, accord, acknowledgment, acquiescence, align, avowal, bear, cohere, compromise, consent, contract, draft, enlist, give in/give up, go along/go along with, grant, negotiate, unanimous, yield

Deny

abjure, abuse, affront, attack, backstab, bad-mouth, belie, blacken, blemish, confront, curse, darn, defamation, defile, demur, denigrate, detract, dig, disclaim, discountenance, disgrace, disown, disparagement, downplay, explode, flout, fulminate, gainsay, gird, invective, jeer, lament, lecture, malign, minimize, mouth, needle, oppose, protest, put down, put-down, rebuff, refute, remonstrate, renunciation, run down, satirize, scold, show up, sit-in, slander, smear, snap, snub, squeal, sully, swearing, taunt, tirade, turn, underestimate, vituperation, write off, yammer

Explain

account for, admit, apprise, cite, clarify, come clean, concede, confirm, corroborate, defense, demonstrate, dilate, elucidate, enlighten, evidence, expand, explicate, gloss, illustrate, itemize, let on, palliate, plea, prove, recite, simplify, speak out/speak up, spell out, translator, warrant

Fabricate

aspersion, belie, disprove, profane

Inform

acknowledge, address, advertise, allow, allusion, apprise, bare, betrayal, blab, breathe, briefing, broadcast, chronicle, clue, come out with, confession, convey, debunk, define, detail, dictate, divulge, expose, feature, furnish, give, gossip, hint, intimate, issue, lecture, newscaster, orate, out of the closet, pass, post, proclaim, promulgate, publication, publish, release, reveal, show up, speak, spill, squeal, talk, tip, uncover, unveil, weatherperson, whisper

Instruct

bar, educate, prescribe

Persuade

advance, argument, bend, budge, carry, coerce, convince, discourage, draw, drum up, elicit, entice, forward, goad, hammer away/hammer into, induce, influence, invite, lobby, motivate, negotiation, pitch, prevail upon/prevail on, prompt, reason, spur, sway, urge, win/win over

Promise

assurance, avow, commitment, ensure, go back/go back on, oath, portend, vouch, warrant, word

Suggest

advice, advocate, ask, come up with, connote, drum into, exhort, fish for, get at, guide, imply, insinuate, moralize, move, nomination, pontificate, preach, propose, recommend, urge

Praise

accent, acclamation, accredit, adulation, apotheosis, applause, benediction, bless, champion, citation, commend, compliment, congratulations, credit, dedicate, deify, elevate, endorse, eulogize, exalt, extol, flatter, flattery, glorify, homage, laud, lionize, obsequy, plaudits, puff, salute, thanks, tribute, worship

Warn

admonish, alert, caution, caveat, defy, enjoin, exhortation, foreboding, foretell, page, remind, warning

NOTE

The above are concepts classified according to subject and usage. It not only helps writers and thinkers to organize their ideas but leads them from those very ideas to the words that can best express them.

It was, in part, created to turn an idea into a specific word. By linking together the main entries that share similar concepts, the index makes possible creative semantic connections between words in our language, stimulating thought and broadening vocabulary.

Source ⚜ Writing Basics & Refreshers ⚜ On Vocabulary

Words to describe blood without saying crimson or blood?

Blood—the fluid that circulates in the heart, arteries, capillaries, and veins of a vertebrate animal carrying nourishment and oxygen to and bringing away waste products from all parts of the body

Arterial - relating to or being the bright red blood present in most arteries that has been oxygenated in lungs or gills

Body fluid - a fluid or fluid secretion (such as blood, lymph, saliva, semen, or urine) of the body

Carmine - a vivid red

Cerise - a moderate red

Claret - a dark purplish red

Clot - a coagulated mass produced by clotting of blood

Cruor - obsolete: the clotted portion of coagulated blood

Ensanguine - to make bloody; crimson

Geranium - a vivid or strong red

Gore - blood, especially: clotted blood

Hematic - of, relating to, or containing blood

Hematoid - resembling blood

Hemoglobin - an iron-containing respiratory pigment of vertebrate red blood cells that consists of a globin composed of four subunits each of which is linked to a heme molecule, that functions in oxygen transport to the tissues after conversion to oxygenated form in the gills or lungs, and that assists in carbon dioxide transport back to the gills or lungs after surrender of its oxygen

Hemoid - resembling blood

Ichor - a thin watery or blood-tinged discharge

Incarnadine - bloodred

Juices - the natural fluids of an animal body

Maroon - a dark red

Plasma - the fluid part of blood, lymph, or milk as distinguished from suspended material

Puce - a dark red

Ruddle - red ocher (i.e., a red earthy hematite used as a pigment)

Russet - a reddish brown

Sanguine - bloodred; consisting of or relating to blood

Scarlet - any of various bright reds

Vermilion - any of various red pigments

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Word lists may be helpful for some people to overcome writer's block.

PERSONAL FEELINGS, OPINIONS, AND EXPERIENCES (Adjectives)

PLACES: Buildings

PLACES: Countryside

PLACES: Towns & City

WEATHER

Source: Cambridge English: Preliminary and Preliminary for Schools Vocabulary List (2012)

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Your childhood stuffed animal is missing. It went on a quest to save you from something terrible.

The Brother

Visious claws rendered onto viscous flesh. Tender as a hot touch, tendons taughts and shrivel in steam, stew like noodles in the demons broth

I sink into a sickened sleep, dreaming so hard from the pain...

Losing my body and soul my mind melds whats left together to these words

The bones in the broth

A demon simply called The Brother. It doesn't have siblings or any family, and it's ambiguous whether that creature itself is even male at all. It just keeps turning everything and everyone into broth.

The Gods of Tumblr

We don’t have normal gods, or even evil gods...  The Pantheon of This Hellsite:

Gaud and Pukicho: Twin Gods of Insanity and Chaos

BadJokesByJeff: God of Humor

One-Time-I-Dreamt: God of Night and Dreams

Writing-Prompt-S: God of Creativity

All The Tumblr Sexymen: Angels and Minions 

“Staff“: The Evil God

P.M. Seymour: Messenger of the Gods

Snom: The Holy Prophet of all Cuteness

is this anything

kind of weird how parts of your soul are left in various locations without any warning… like yes i’m always at the top of that hill, sitting at the bus stop, in the cool light of the Japanese restaurant, standing at the pier etc etc

Prompt

"N-no, Villain, please don't." Hero begged even as their voice cracked, eyes desperate.

Villain just stared at them with empty eyes, and their face showed no form of recognition that they had even understood what Hero had said.

"Why do you care?" Villain asked sharply. "I'm a Villain, you have no obligation to care for me Hero."

Hero wanted to reply but they were too lost in the image of Villain that popped up in their head- the Villain who had bright eyes and a sarcastic laugh, who made jokes just to cheer Hero up. That Villain didn't exist anymore.

Villain turned away from Hero, not waiting for an answer. Hero was pulled back to reality when Villain finally took their plunge off the ledge.

"NO-

I'm not numbering the prompts because I just lose track of the numbers/ please feel free to use this and tag or credit me^^

Prompt/scenario 4

Imagine if the hero (or villain) had a secret twin who was just a normal civilian and the other had no clue about it at all. So one day the twin had to take over for their sibling and the hero/villain is just like, "who the hell are you, you're not them?!"

Hero/Villain exe. has stopped working.

(Seriously, I think any scenario with a twin sounds good in my head so feel free to add more to the comments or reblog- whatever you all feel like!)

I wanted to write a proper snippet / but procrastination is getting the better of me / so here I present to you this seedling of an idea that popped up in my head / please tag me so that I can join in the fun xD

Prompt #2

Scenario: The Hero and Villain have been dating for a few months but suddenly the Villain starts being more distant, and it drives the Hero crazy with worry and self-doubt.

The Hero pulls out their phone and opens the Villain's chat-

H: Hey

H: Are you even alive?

H: It's been a week since I last heard from you

H: Are you mad at me? Was it something I did?

H: Please tell me

H: One minute you want to talk and the next minute you don't

H: What is it that you want from me?

H: Talk to me because I just don't understand.

Please.

texting prompts and dialogue prompts because I want to work on my dialogue skills-which are really bad T-T / as usual please tag me when you use it so that I can read your posts!

Prompt #1

It was the Hero's day off in since forever and he planned to enjoy it in peace- just him and music within the safety of his cozy apartment.

Soon enough, the Hero began humming and dancing, trying out a few shy steps to the song that was blasting through his speaker- Perfect by One D.

With occasional sips from the wine glass he held in his hand, he was twirling around in peace-

"Ooh, those are some nice moves you've got there Hero."

The Hero made an unmanly squeak, his reflexes working faster than his brain could. When he opened his eyes, he saw the Villain standing on his balcony, clothes drenched with his red wine. He didn't look pissed though, an amused smile dancing on his lips.

So much for peace.

The Hero let out an exasperating sigh, "Can't you enter through the front door, like a normal person?"

The Villain quirked his head sideways, as if thinking, "But I'm not a normal person."

The Hero pinched the bridge of his nose, already feeling himself becoming sober, " Come on in, I need to drink more."

"Is that your way of asking me to drink with you? Your social skills suck-

The Villain dodged a poorly aimed pillow thrown at him, stepping into the Hero's apartment, smirk never leaving his features.

Tonight was going to be fun.

I really need to learn to write shorter pieces/ been addicted to this trope recently so I may make more of these/ feel free to use them but please tag me so that I can read your wonderful writings!

Severitus promptish stuffs

Severitus where Harry is deeply hurt/affected by Severus' strict/old-fashioned/etc parenting styles.

Severus is always portrayed as strict, sometimes bordering on straight up abusive, but then because he's better than the Dursleys, readers and authors alike tend to agree that it's okay. (IF THAT'S WHAT YOU LIKE, THAT'S FINE SO LONG AS THERE'S A DISCLAIMER.)

But arguably, most often, his tactics are rather harsh. Maybe he's firm on the whole open door policies, or washing mouths out with soap, I've seen a lot with spanking as well, but there's never any after effect, so make there be one.

Oh, he washed his mouth out with soap? Now he's scared to talk.

Spanked? He doesn't see the difference, frankly I don't either, though, so I don't have much to offer here.

No door policy? He feels watched.

Whatever you decide, there should be a point of realization that this is harmful. However that decided though differs.

Make Harry write an essay about Scary Things, and instead of writing about something normal, he writes about how he's terrified of messing up.

Maybe Severus discovers a diary.

Or, and something that I find worked with their personalities, is a massive fight. Harry messed up, and now Severus is threatening whatever, and Harry loses it. "I want to go back to the Dursleys, because at least I know they're cruel, with you it's a mix up."

It's so angsty, om nom nom nom.

Severitus thingy

Baby Harry, like 1-3 MAYBE 4. Point is, he's really young, Voldemort isn't back, and Severus had been tasked with watching over him. He constantly says he hates watching over the baby, says he doesn't want to at all, says he feels nothing for the boy.

Of course, being a spy, he has to attend death eater meetings. Per say one of the members found out about Harry, and now to "prove his loyalty" he has to bring him in. He thinks it's going to be fine, maybe a couple of harsh words, but nothing bad.

He's mistaken (of course) and has to watch as Harry is mistreated. Up to you to decide HOW mistreated. Maybe it's a couple of slaps, I prefer crucio.

Extra angst if Severus is 'invited' to join, and has to harm Harry.