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Resources: Master List of WQA Posts

Beginning a Story: New to Writing Advice for Teen Writers Getting Better at Writing How to Perfect Your Writing Creating the Perfect Writing Space Finding the Time to Write Beginning a Novel Figuring Out a Plot How to Give Your Story a Purpose Struggling to Get the Ball Rolling Resolving Plot Points Building a Story Off a Loose Timeline Outlining a Scene How to Tell if a Scene is Necessary Outlining and Planning a Series The Series Arc vs Each Book’s Arc Brainstorming for Ideas How to Brainstorm Finding Focus During a Storm of Ideas Turning Ideas into a Story Finding an Entry Point Into Your Story The Opening Line The Opening Scene Introducing Characters Choosing Between First and Third Person Point of View Where to Post Fiction Online Concerned About Plagiarism When Posting Story Online What is NaNoWriMo? NaNoWriMo Tips Collaborating With Another Writer Coming Up with a Title Fear of Accidental Similarities Avoiding Similarities with Other Story How Stories Are Born

Character Development: Character Authenticity Recognizing a Flat Character Fleshing Out a Flat Character Choosing a Personality Different Kinds of Antagonists Strong Female Protagonists Name Resources How to Write a Witty Character How to Write a Smart Character Tricks for Visualizing Your Character Figuring Out Who Your Characters Are Creating a Truly Evil Villain Making a “Villain Gone Good” Likable To Kill or Not Kill a Character Alternatives to Character Worksheets Finding Your Character’s Voice Keeping Character Personalities Separate and Unique Good and Bad Reasons to Kill a Character Emotionally Muted Characters Levels of Friendship How Friendships Form The Anti-Hero Casting Your Characters

Copyright: Referencing Other Works in Fiction Using Real People as Characters Fiction Based on Original Works Plagiarism & Sharing Your Story Online Acceptable Borrowing Description: How to Make Simple Writing More Vivid Describing Physical Appearance Writing Fight Scenes and Elemental Magic Horror by Daylight Horror in Darkness Describing Actions Describing Clothing and Appearance Fight Scene Resources Battlefield Scene Resources Battlefield Aftermath Avoiding the Info Dump Give Your Story a Darker Tone Weaving Details Into the Story Describing Architecture Describing Everyday Settings Describing Rooms & Buildings Writing Emotions Writing Things You Can’t Experience Showing Rather Than Telling Showing vs Telling

Dialogue: How Much is Too Much? Cutting Dialogue Down Portraying Sign Language in Dialogue Balancing Description and Dialogue Writing Dialogue Writing Accents Translating Foreign Language for the Reader Making Dialogue More Detailed Reducing Name Tagging Smooth Dialogue & Tag Help Dialogue Tags and Punctuation Dialogue Punctuation “Said” and Dialogue Tags Getting Dialogue to Flow Smoothly The Trouble with Foreign Dialogue Sounding Era Appropriate Said is Fine

Editing: Four Drafts Minimum Ways to Tighten Up Your Writing Expanding the Word Count Cutting Down the Word Count Late Stage Suggestions Different Types of Editing Getting Feedback Self-Editing After First Draft Finding a Beta Reader Finding a Critique Partner Grammar & Style: Writing Concise Sentences Three Types of Voice (also talks about writing style) Motivation: Getting Back to Writing What to Do When Your Story Stalls Moving Forward When You’ve Lost Interest (In Your Story) Finding Inspiration When You’re Stuck for an Idea Take a “Vacation” to Re-Charge Your Creativity How to Get Excited About Your Story Again Beating Writer’s Block Frustrated with Writing Quality Getting Better at Writing Staying Motivated Struggling to Get the Ball Rolling Too Stressed to Write Experiencing Enough Shushing Your Inner Editor During the First Draft Cultivating Patience The Real Value of Practice Gaining Confidence

Plot and Story Structure:

How to Develop a Plot Plot and Story Structure The Prologue Should I Cut My Prologue? What Makes a Good Prologue? Writing a Dramatic Ending Cliffhanger Endings Chapter Titles and Endings Incorporating Back Story Publishing: Where to Begin Typical Word Counts Contests, cover letters, and Query Letters Posting Novel or Sections on Blog E-Books Agents (Everything You Need to Know) Self-Publishing vs Traditional Publishing Making a Living Off Books Building a Writing Portfolio Keeping Image Private A Guide to Self-Publishing Getting Published Abroad Taking Criticism Attracting Readers on Fiction Sharing Sites Finding Readers on Tumblr Getting Stories Noticed on Wattpad How to Write a Book Blurb Age Categories: Middle Grade, Young Adult & New Adult Hard to Pronounce Author Names To Use or Not to Use a Pen Name Anonymity and Pen Names Research: Research Tips How Much Research is Enough WQA’s Guide to Internet Research Writing Things You Can’t Experience Romance: How to Avoid Forced Romantic Sub-Plot Kissing Scenes Sexual Tension Writing Romance without Experience Subtle Signs of Love Getting to Know Your Neighbor Guide to Love Triangles Delicate and Relevant Sex Scenes Love at First Sight and the Stages of Love Using Timelines to Pace Romantic Relationships Avoiding the Cheesy Stuff Friendship to Love Enemies to Lovers Building an Organic Romance

Story Elements:

Tone and Theme Suspense, Climax, and Ending Conflict and Tension Foreshadowing Symbolism Making a Point Without Tongue-Wagging Writer Responsibility Accounting for Lost Time in Scene Transitions Using Transitions to Skip TIme Scene Transitions Flashbacks Alternatives to Flashbacks Flashbacks vs Memories Writing Things You Can’t Experience Transitioning Between Action and Exposition Balance Between Exposition and Action Measuring Tension

World Building and Setting:

Establishing a Non-Traditional Fantasy Setting Creating a Fictional Calendar Naming Months in a Fictional Calendar Creating a Language Telling Time Without Clocks Going Too Far with Fantasy? Map Making Creating Religion in a Fictional World Cultural Appropriation Creating and Naming Kingdoms Setting Your Story in an Unfamiliar Place Choosing a Setting for Your Story Naming Things Setting Your Story in a Fictional Town How to Set Up an Oppressive Government

Writing Process: How I Plan Drafts Timelines Organizational Tools Budgeting Your Time

found family trope: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

found family trope but they’re misfits, outcasts, and criminals: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

What I’d give for one of the Cinderella remakes to go into how when you’re in an isolated and abusive situation, sometimes you need to be saved and you’re not weak if you can’t escape by yourself

I’ve never been a fan of bad faith reinterpretations of fairy tales, especially ones which flatten the originals into “princesses is saved by a prince and nothing else”, to then go #girlboss. The princess can save herself because she’s a strong female character! (Implying if you’re in a bad situation, it’s because you’re not strong enough to get out)

You are an angel, selected by the Big G himself to go on a very special mission. It has been prophesied that a certain human will save the earth in the year 2019. You have been chosen to locate this very special person. Once you track them down, you discover that the selected individual might not be the best person for this mission. Why? They’re an atheist, and their favorite song is God is a Woman. And you have a feeling that they’ll throw you into the mental ward if you tell them what you really came for. Thus begins the epic story of how you conned someone into saving the world.

“You kill people like it’s going out of style.”

The Zion City Chronicles 1.1

summary: 

In a world of super-powered beings, there are those that use their power for the wellbeing of all, as well as for the protection of justice, the heroes, and the ones that use them to enact despicable deeds, the villains. 

Zion City has had its fair share of heroes and villains, all of them memorable in their own ways, but their current hero, one that goes by the name of Shadik, is, in all honesty, a disappointment. 

Shadik, scorned by all, must protect Zion City with the help of her new, inexperienced partner while rebuilding her reputation, but something is brewing in Zion City’s shadows. Something evil. 

Something that will bring everyone in Zion City down if they get in the way to its goal. 

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"GIVE ME THAT." She growled, her blazing eyes hidden by the sweat-damp bangs hanging in front of her face, as she tried to snatch the alcoholic beverage from the suited man in front of her.

"Shadik," he called, "it is in your best interest to hold your tongue and sit down."

The man, a handsome lad in his thirties, pointed towards the couch just behind the spandex covered individual called Shadik.

"JUST GIVE ME THE FUCKING VODKA." The distraught woman cried, her fingers curling into her hand as a bright purple light started to grow in her palm.

The man didn't move an inch, not surprised by the power the infuriated female was displaying, and simply gave the glass bottle to one of his many subordinates, who threw it out of the apartment's window.

"NO!" Shadik yelled, running up to the window just to see the shards of the bottle scattered in the ground seven stories below. She pulled on her black hair and turned towards the man. "WHY DID YOU DO THAT? THAT BOTTLE WAS MINE! YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO THROW AWAY SOMETHING THAT BELONGS TO ME!."

The man more commonly known as the Chancellor stared impassively at the raging female before bluntly establishing that "You are forgetting your place Shadik. We are upholders of law and justice, and not even your involvement with our organization will be a sufficient excuse for breaking the law regarding underage drinking."

"I AM NOT DRINKING UNDERAGE! I AM OF LEGAL DRINKING AGE IN GERMANY AND-"

"You are only eighteen, Shadik. Therefore, you must not drink until you turn twenty-one years old and I am not going to give you leeway to break the law just because you are in a mood."

Shadik growled. "So, you won't let me drink, but you will break the law to keep me in your employ? That's underage labour!"

A shadow crossed the Chancellor's perfectly shaven face, and with a glance at the many superheroes standing in the apartment's large living room, ordered them to grab the rebellious teenager.

The fight between the superheroes and Shadik was short-lived, and soon Shadik found herself restrained by all of them and forced to hear the Chancellor speak uninterrupted.

"You are erratic, Shadik. You are destroying the city more than you are saving it and have failed countless times to either catch the villains or protect the civilians."

"We've been lenient to you given your family history but this behaviour must stop, Shadik. As of now, you are deemed unfit to be the sole protector of the city."

Shadik's grey eyes widened at the implications behind said statement, and a burning blush appeared on her grime-covered cheeks as the Chancellor bluntly discredited her work in the city.

"You are to be assigned a partner, a co-hero if you must. You are required to provide housing but the League will cover all their living expenses."

The rest of the powered people in the room gasped. It was unheard of for a hero to be partnered with another hero for long term situations, and tarnished Zion City's reputation not only in the super-powered world but in the civilian one.

The Zion City people would not be kind to this new, unfortunate hero, not when they already had one, as incompetent as they considered Shadik to be.

"Your partner will be here in a week. In the meanwhile, whenever you receive a crime alert, it will be redirected to one of the available heroes to deal with. You must not engage until your partner has arrived "

Shadik's blood boiled, she was not useless! The Chancellor was stabbing at her already wounded pride with a red hot pole just by degrading her this way in front of a quarter of the League's heroes, but giving her a partner and announcing it?

That was the worst thing he could've ever done to her.

With a wave of the Chancellor's hand, the rest of the heroes released Shadik, who remained speechless at the revelations, and left the apartment with nothing but pitying stares directed at the unfortunate host.

The Chancellor stood from his seat in the leather armchair and stalked towards the shocked teenager. He laid a hand on her shoulder and looked directly into her dull grey eyes.

"You are no Zion, Shadik. Don't try to be something you can't be."

These were the Chancellor's last words before he left Shadik's apartment, silently shutting the door after him.

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Demons

We judge eachother

By what we see

But there is so much more

Beneath the vanity

We are all fighting

The demons of our minds

We are all broken

All shapes and all kinds

No one is free

From pain and strife

But every soul

Flees a different knife

If only we could see

What lies beneath

Our outward appearance

Our contrived motifs

Understanding would be simpler

If we could only see

The demons that reside

Inside you and me

A hero and villain know each other as normal humans and as their super form– After all, they’re related. Write what it’s like to have to fight your little sibling because yet again, they’re trying to save the world instead of doing the dishes.

Mamma Mia! (2008) + letterboxd reviews

The Zion City Chronicles 1.2

summary:

In a world of super-powered beings, there are those that use their power for the wellbeing of all, as well as for the protection of justice, the heroes, and the ones that use them to enact despicable deeds, the villains.

Zion City has had its fair share of heroes and villains, all of them memorable in their own ways, but their current hero, one that goes by the name of Shadik, is, in all honesty, a disappointment.

Shadik, scorned by all, must protect Zion City with the help of her new, inexperienced partner while rebuilding her reputation, but something is brewing in Zion City’s shadows. Something evil.

Something that will bring everyone in Zion City down if they get in the way to its goal.

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Flashpoint ran after the thief, forgoing the use of any vehicle other than her sneaker covered feet. She dodged between the cars in Main Street as the thief cut through it in an attempt to get away from the masked woman.

She'd been lounging in the roof of the City Hall when she'd seen the three police cars in the small town of Swinford drive towards the east side of town. Towards the new jewellery store.

Flashpoint had run after the police cars, her thin sweatshirt, plastic gloves and leggings doing almost nothing to ward off the early autumn breeze, and had soon caught the thief's trail.

The thief had stolen some jewels, most probably to pawn in some shop afterwards or to sell them on the internet, but he wouldn't get the chance to do any of those things, not when Flashpoint was after him.

Flashpoint threw her hand in the thief's direction and after flexing her fingers, activated her power.

With her other hand, she threw a piece of glass towards the fleeing man and focusing all her energy in the action, expanded the glass.

The piece of glass stretched in a manner similar to that of taffy, looking like hot silicone, before growing long enough to wrap itself around the thief.

The strange glass solidified once again, losing its elastic quality as it created a glass cocoon around all of the thief's body, but sparing his head, Flashpoint was not a killer.

Flashpoint grinned. She'd finally mastered one aspect of her power after five months of work and this called for a celebration cupcake.

The police arrived a few minutes later to thank the hero, who had spent the small amount of time discussing with the thief if vegan cupcakes should not be considered cupcakes, and lock the thief up inside their police car so he could receive the necessary legal procedure.

Flashpoint high fived he policemen, who laughed at the young hero's enthusiasm at helping them save the jewels and disappeared into a public bathroom a few blocks away.

Flashpoint stashed her disguise into her backpack, along with the blue wig covering her brown hair, and made sure her bra strap wasn't showing through the yellow knit top she was wearing. Without anyone catching sight of the hero, Flashpoint left the bathroom and lazily strolled through the flower-lined sidewalks of the small town of Raybush, subtly walking east, towards home, and hopefully, dinner.

Flashpoint walked up to the white-painted townhouse, grinning at the way the leafy and flowery vines curled over the walls and around the windows, giving the entire house a bit of a fairytale vibe, and pushed the door open with her hip.

She pulled her sneakers off and put them beside the door, enjoying the feeling of the wooden floor underneath her bare feet, before skipping into the kitchen.

"Mom! I brought cupcakes from Mrs Sprinkle's!"

Flashpoint set the white cardboard box on top of the marble countertop in their kitchen when she caught sight of her mother, a petite woman very similar to her daughter, dressed in a nice house and pants.

This instantly confused Flashpoint, as her mother didn't dress up every day, and she wondered if she'd forgotten her parent's wedding anniversary, that is, until her mother smiled brightly at her and said, "Spencer, you've finally arrived! We've got some guests in the living room, so please put the cupcakes away, for I don't think you brought  enough!"

Flashpoint– Spencer nodded and moved the box into the pantry, her mind whirring in confusion. Who could it be? Her mother wouldn't be worried about the insufficient cupcakes if it was anyone they were close to, so then it was someone they didn't now.

But, who?

Spencer crossed her arms and drew her right thumb towards her mouth, meaning to start biting her fingernails, but quickly shook her hands away from herself.

She hesitantly left the kitchen and went into the living room, a bright, colourful room with many windows looking out into their lush backyard and several armchairs and a loveseat placed in front of the large couch. She settled into the armchair adjacent to the one her mother was sitting in and drew her gaze to the man sitting in the couch.

He was tall. 

And handsome. 

And twentyish years older than her. He wore a slim-fitting suit which complimented his slightly tanned skin tone and made his brown eyes look warmer.

He was flanked by two massive bodyguards standing just behind the couch, though he looked like he could deal with any threats by himself if the barely hidden muscles of his arms were any indication.

He was also telling her smiling mother about a scholarship thing she'd applied to.

Spencer had never done such thing.

"Thank you so much for receiving us in your home, Mrs Bray," the man said with a dazzling white smile that left Spencer's mom's cheeks dusted in pink. "I would really appreciate if you could give me a couple minutes with Spencer to tell her about some of the finer points of what the scholarship entails."

Excusing herself by saying that she would get some tea for the group, Mrs Bray left the group alone in the living room.

Through the dumbstruck haze of being before such a handsome man, Spencer regarded the entourage with the coldest stare she could muster in the presence of such a gorgeous male. "Who are you really?"

The man let a smug grin appear in his spotless face.

"They call me the Chancellor."

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