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  • Brain is hopping through endless ideas for this series and its making my head spin. So far I know the Academy teaches magic from ages 12-20. By the time my MC, Ariana, is nineteen she has amassed nearly three quarters of the school to her side and have begun hiding many crop fields and houses to have many whom are in danger hidden away as she takes off to take the Magister Exam, a deadly life or death exam that will quicken her ability to protect not only herself but her allies. I'm working out the logistics but basically they start a relief effort and by the end of the book one, they fully reveal themselves after one of their oldest members is killed off.

  • So my brain decided to have my story go Harry Potter style so now I have to plan out how my MC creates their underground network from their study group. LOL but here's a sneak peak of my new opening chapter one Beware its a bit dark and may be triggering.
    Spoiler! :
    Usually the familiar routine of twisting her magic through her spiraling locks would be meditative with peace. However, she couldn't organize her thoughts. Her fingers tremble. The vibrant crimson hue that she typically adored of her hair only brought to mind a thrill of fear. Her thoughts jumble from one thought to the next in a rattling haze. Ariana wondered would she ever wake up one day and not be back in that horrid cage. The feel of biting cold chains around her wrists. The phantom aches of whip marks cutting through her back. The unbearable freezing cold that stole her life until it became a part of who she was.

    Hkumar This is very intriguing
    Mar 20, 2023

  • So, Reiga is such a simp for Ariana. The proud little firecracker lol.

    Spoiler! :
    Even the rolling waves brushing the dock don't distract from the beauty that she became. The last time he had physically laid eyes on her they had both been starving, broken children within a lab. He can't even hide the pride in his eyes when he notices the tight crown of braids that make up her crimson, spiraling locks. Magic hums visibly to his ears of her dedication to his lessons on coating each strand with her life essence to invoke protection. Her amber eyes loosen their rigid guard when he allows his magic to swell to join her own. Recognized it as easily as he did her own. He can't help the warmth that fills his cheeks, hidden by the night's darkness, when she stands tall, hands gripping the daggers under the armored skirt around her hips. She never looked so mesmerizing then now, prepared to spill the blood of her foes and not an ounce of hesitation filtered through those words.

  • Someone needs to show me how to use spoiler thing. Anyways. Opening sentences to a plot bunny: The last time she felt the warmth of the sun against her skin was when her happy family died. Their crimson blood marring her elven pink skin the same vibrant hue of the eyes that she came to only associate with pain and fear for the following decades they lived to torment her.

    lliyah Hey Soulkana here's the code for spoilers!

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    Copy & Paste the code below...
    [spoiler]write your text here[/spoiler]

    Feb 20, 2023

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    Lucrezia It's [ spoiler ] and then [ / spoiler ] but without the spaces :)

    EDIT: oops, lliyah beat me to it. I should've refreshed, lol

    Feb 20, 2023

  • I'm so very much awake and now I'm wishing I had someone to sound board ideas. I have so many ideas LOL

  • So....I may have edited a rough draft and am in the process of slowly checking with google: verb tensing. Maybe I'll be able to publish it later? I'm still super anxious about it though.

  • Update on the kitties: they are now playing together a bit and will sleep next to each other. I'm thrilled!!!


  • Everyone meet Holland. My 6m tabby/Tortoise kitten. She's full of spunk and super friendly. Peanut has not warmed up yet and will growl if sheanages to eel through my door when I visit. She also doesn't like it when I'm gone too long so hopefully she's okay while I head to work


    Hkumar She's adorable!
    Jan 19, 2023

    tatteredbones Awe
    Jan 19, 2023

  • Wakes up at 3 am and you know what the perf snack is? Honeycrisp apple slices and some sliced sharp cheddar. I get this from my mother xD

    Hkumar Wow >.>
    Jan 13, 2023

    IcyFlame now I'm hungry
    Jan 13, 2023

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    Jan 9, 2023

    Hkumar Aww
    Jan 9, 2023

  • Chat now a black screen of death. How tragic lol

  • Nothing like hardcore cross examing every major food brand's prices in my area to make a stock list for tuesday so I can stock up before prices explode even further. God I hate adulting.

    tatteredbones Nothing like having eggs for breakfast The 30th day
    Jan 9, 2023

    Soulkana I got sick from eggs last week so I'm weary of buying more despite loving them.
    Jan 9, 2023

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  • I'm feeling nostalgic today. I miss our days in the chatroom as a teen. I miss all the lovely feedback about plots. I feel like chatting about them again but the chat is so dead. How sad.

    Hkumar The chats have been inactive lately but you can try using WriterFeed pads... people do join in there and usually chat or discuss about their plots. Just drop your link on the people's tab :)
    Dec 2, 2022

  • Man its late November and its so warm I turned the heat off and opened the windows lol. Not that its helping me focus on writing things but lol

  • So I'm thinking of including "Soulmates" within this fantasy world. But not in the typical fashion of a name at birth but rather, a broader name system for loved ones with the "soulmate" being right over the heart. Spreading outwards the "bond" is lessened. Starting with the future SO and family then friends and acquintances that are emotionally tied to a person. I've yet to decide anything else atm though. I've yet to decide either if this will remain as I develop more.

I understand what you're saying, and your comments are valuable, but I'm gonna ignore your advice.
— Roald Dahl