Lol I knew you weren’t, but in general I think that’s the context I see it in! Which…weird how something as simple as that can take on a whole new meaning after a bunch of people use the same way enough times…
Kit: “Looking for anything in particular? Or are you just here to see me ;)”
How horrible of h…[Read more]
Miller replied to the topic Research of less-than-desirable topics (wounds, wound complications, etc.) in the forum Fantasy Writers 1 week ago
*enters room slowly* hey so I was told this was a good place to come and ask my harming of characters questions soooooo… Here I am! With some questions.
So I have a character who fell maybe a couple feet of the ground and then got hit in the head by the pulley system she built and I wanted to know if A. The pulley system would break the skin.…[Read more]
*skips into room cause I heard there were drawings* —
Huh. So that has a name. *remembers the times I’ve panicked and practiced in my brain before phone calls even to simple, mundane restaurants *
Hades had been quietly standing beside Alessio, having become passive again. He hadn’t flinched the entire time, having mastered the art of appearing completely unnerved on the outside. After listening to the young lady and Alessio talking, Hades noticed Arsene coming back. He was holding a bag. It was a shopping bag, but it wasn’t transparent…[Read more]
Caleb listened to the rhythmic water. It helped calm him. What he had done before was stupid and cowardly. He should help others who were in the same trouble as him. He couldn’t cower at every issue he encountered. But what could he do now.
Water. Caleb still had his canteen. He had his axe and revolver. He had…[Read more]
*Oops got super sidetracked and forgot to reply*
Thanks so much for your answers! I do like to categorize things, but I was a bit concerned about not wanting a label to wind up defining a character. Which isn’t really an actual issue for me because my characters are themselves and categorizing them other ways doesn’t change that. So…
And speaking of art, I’ve finally finished a sketch of Jade that actually looks like her:
Thanks for that explanation!
AWWWW! Is he from the same story as Jade and Rosemary?
No, he’s from a different story. Ríadnu is the “chosen one” of a (favorite) WIP of mine, though not the POV character.
I t h i n k slightly sarcastic? I honestly can’t exactly pinpoint it tbh XD
Oh…well I definitely wasn’t being sarcastic.…[Read more]
Someone touched me. Someone touched me. Someone touched me.
And I can’t set them on fire or anything reasonable like that because the roof is caving in and I need them to carry me to safety – which tragically necessitates touching.
Hey, at least I’m not flat-out dissociating anymore. That’s progress, right?
Oscar says that’s progress.…[Read more]
“Worrying about the nation won’t do anything right now,” Alessio murmured, staring at the carpet. “But if you focus on one goal at a time…that can make a difference.”
It’s the only way to survive. One step at a time, even if you know it won’t make a difference.
‘No matter what you do, you are changing the world.‘ Nithel had said that, so serio…[Read more]
*Whoops! I posted before refreshing the page and I missed your post @ethan-leonard 😅✌️
”How can I help?” The Armor Guy had asked. Alessio eyed him suspiciously, but he didn’t do anything bad so…
Maybe Alessio could help…
Just back off you’re making her uncomfortable!
He bit his lip, suppressing the urge to bite his knuckles. But everything…[Read more]
Sorry I haven’t responded! Your story sounds really cool – it’s got that “Narnia” feel, but it’s also really distinct!
Thx! Yeah, I guess it is a bit like Narnia… *likes that* XD
NO YOU HAVE TO KEEP IT!!! That’s HILARIOUS!
XDXD *holds up hands in defeat* ok, ok, I’ll find another place to put it🤣
“Excuse me,” he said, “Sorry for listening in on all that’s going on, but your father it sounds like needs help?”
Are you offering? I assume he does. Our whole country does. Leana nods slowly, despising the tears that roll down her cheeks. But also glad she’s able to cry.
”How can I help?” His voice was so kind. The corners of his eyes crinkled…[Read more]
“Don’t mention it,” Miles said “But that is a good question. The answer? Because, it’s just who I am. If I see someone in danger, I will help them, no matter what. It’s just who I am.”
Sounds like a fatal flaw.
“Now for that…thing. How do we kill that? And what can we even kill it with? I only have my sword, shield, and several knifes. What abou…[Read more]
Con watched with interest. The lady seemed to have just found a guy who knew where her father was, or from what he heard, was even alive. Seeing that he was not really a part of this conversation, he stepped back into the shadows…
what is going on? He wondered. First I find myself in a strange world, then I end up in this very low…[Read more]
“Alessio,” the man whispered, “Alessio Eliakim…”
Defender Whom God Raises or Establishes. That was a name she knew immediately. Leana smiled softly, good memories rushing to her mind, and a few more tears slid from her eyes. She swiped them away. “My father must have loved that. He… he used to tell stories of adventures, and the heroin sh…[Read more]
Leana pressed her fist into her forehead, clenching back tears. Alessio wanted to do something – to hold her to say something reassuring. And he wanted her to feel safe, safe enough to not need to try and tough it out. He couldn’t think of anything he could do, he felt so helpless.
“What’s your name?” She whispered, painfully…[Read more]
“He’s alive,” The man stammered, “We were both lost…wherever here is…”
Alive. Leana closed her eyes and her whole body sagged in relief. He’s alive… My father’s alive!
“I don’t know where he is now. But I’m looking for him too–“
She smiled back at him, eyes sparkling. That is still more than she’d heard for a year. Nithel was alive. Or at…[Read more]
The other guy whipped around toward him, brandishing a hilt. A hilt with no blade. I’m so intimidated. Alessio thought blankly, his hand instinctively sliding to his knife. But the Armer Guy seemed to rethink and removed his helmet.
He did look a little less intimidating when they could see his face. A little less.
But Alessio was busy staring a…[Read more]
“You know my father, sir?” Wait, her father?
She was asking his target where her father was? Why didn’t she know where her own father was? Unless…!!!!
“No, shut up. Parents don’t just leave their children like that.”
But his own family left him to die.
“No, they didn’t. They did everything they could to save you. Shut up!”
He saw you f…[Read more]
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