He’s There for You

Pain just might be a good thing.

Emmie, that’s crazy. Just delusional. Pain is not a good thing. Why would you think that?

These are probably the thoughts that are racing through your mind right now. But if you read on, things might start to make sense. Let’s take a look.

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The Strike Rebels: Chapter 3

Happy Sunday, Realmers, Marshmallows, Extraterrestrials!

Our site design is finally done!

A List of Things that Are New:

  • We have a featured image template! Here’s an example:feauturedimgtbrsept
  • We have a logo/button thingy! The Realm of Writing
  • We have a divider!iu-1

A LIST OF THINGS THAT HAVE CHANGED:

  • The theme. I originally switched to  Independent Publisher 2, but I didn’t like how it didn’t have any sidebar so I switched to Nucleare.
  • The font. It used to be Lobster2, but it was hard to read so I switched to Karla.
  • The menu. I added a “my Writings” page and a dropdown.
  • The header! I fixed the issue where it would cover up the tagline and I am really proud of the results!cropped-the-realm-of-writing1.png

A LIST OF THINGS THAT STAYED THE SAME:

  • The tagline. I was going to change it to “An explosion of my ramblings and writings” but I really liked how it was a quote, plus I absolutely live  by Carolina Herron’s words.
  • The format. Well, I guess now we have dividers, but it’s still the hopefully hilarious and doubtedly informative content. (See the “Hi There!” Graphic on the sidebar? I was going to start of the post with that image, but Realmers, Marshmallows, Extraterrestrials deserve to be featured in this post.)
  • The awesomeness. This needs no explanation. Except for the fact that that sounded wayyy less conceited in my head.

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Enough with the site design, let’s get to Strike rebels, shall we?StrikeRebelsCover.png

The Strike Rebels: Chapter 1

The Strike Rebels: Chapter 2

I sit up in my bed. I was breathing hard. The bloodcurling screams of my parents are still ringing in my head. I look around the room. The girls had gone to bed now.

But as I am staring at the room, the most peculiar thing happened.

A small glowing thing is burning in the middle of the room.

The first thought that comes to my mid is: candle. But if it was a candle, there would have to be something supporting it, holding it, and the light the candle would be omitting   would illuminate the face of whoever was holding it.

I crawl down the ladder, careful not to wake any sleeping orphans. I snatch a candle from my bedside table.

But when I light it, the glowing thing goes out. All I see is snoring orphans and the posters and drawings they had crammed onto their walls, attempting to customize their given space to make it feel more homey.

I blow out the candle and I plunge in to darkness again. The glowing thing reappears.

I inch closer.

The glowing thing lands on my palm. I can see it clearly for the first time.

In my hand stands a tiny woman with the most beautiful face. She is wearing a dress made of leaves and vines and A crown of flowers.

Behind her stretches the most delicate wings, with intricate designs wrapping around those translucent beating wings.

“I am Willowshade, Chief Faerie. I am here to take you to Ipriryia.”

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Dun, dun, dun! I know, a short chapter, but necessary for the story.

Ice Cream Party

 

What Cover Should I Use For My Book?

Hello, Realmers, Marshmallows, Extraterrestrials!

Will you be a good little bean and help me with something?

I can’t decide which cover to use! Here are the options:

Option 1

One-2

OPTION 2

Copy of One Million Things

OPTION 3

Option 3 is a PDF, so here is the link:

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SOME INFO YOU MIGHT WANT TO KNOW

The blurb:

I’ll be back next summer.

Those are the words that Brooke’s brother Aaron always whispers in to Brooke’s ear before he leaves to go back to the Huntrex academy, where he is learning to become a Hunter and join the Hunt.

But one year, he can’t keep that promise.

The dramatic turn of events leaves Brooke with nothing but a scar on her cheek, a letter in her hand, and a broken heart. The stars are her only escape from reality.

Five years later, it is Brooke’s turn to attend Huntrex. There she and her friend Jay discover that their dorm leader has a secret. Can they figure it out before it’s to late? And more importantly, can Brooke become herself again?

TAKE OUR POLL!

 

Taco bout it Tuesday #5: Building Characters | THE LAST ONE!! | GIVEAWAY

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It’s OVER. *SOBS*

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WHYYYY. WHHYYYYYYYYY.

But don’t leave now!!! Read through this post for an awesome surprise you don’t wanna miss!

Anyway…. the actual discussion *ahem*

taco_tres-1150x759Character Building!

On Dasher! On Dancer! On Prancer! On Comet! On Cupid! On Vixen! On Donner! On Dixen! On Blitzen! On with the discussion!

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First of All, What are the Types of Characters?

First of all, there’s the main character, or protagonist is the leading character ,hero, or heroine of any literary/work. The protagonist is the character that the story should focus on and the readers should connect with the most.

Then there’s the villain, or antagonist, who is basically the exact opposite of the protagonist. The antagonist is the evil, everybody hates character who makes the journey   of the protagonist harder. Not all antagonists are persons. Some are even objects, or even  something in nature!

There’s also the secondary characters. These are the protagonist’s friends that are featured in the story a lot but are not exactly protagonists.

Then there’s the itty bitty minor characters. The readers will only get a glimpse of these characters life and are not a huge part of the plot/story.

What are Some Examples of these Definitions?

Let’s use Harry Potter by JK Rowling. Harry Potter is the protagonist. (the main character/one that moves the story forward.) Hermione and Ron are the main secondary characters (Harry Potter’s friends/are featured in the story a lot and the audience begins to connect ((and ship!)) with them.) Voldemort is the antagonist. Characters like Dumbledore, Neville, Snape, Hagrid, Mrs Weasley, Ginny, Sirius, Filch, McGongall, Luna, Fred and George and several others are secondary characters. Other characters like Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil, and Padma Patil are minor characters.

WOW. LOOOONG.

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How Exactly do I Build Characters?

Good question, marshmallow. For some people (YOU!) when they are reading this part of the post they are like:

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This is what I am doing right now.

Or you are screaming:

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look at that cat #cuteness

Either way, character building is vital when planning your novel. Even if you are a pantser, autocorrect keeps changing that to panther lol you at least need to know the basics of your main character(s)’s personality, name, age, looks, etc.

There are many ways to confuse you little marshmallows  build your characters. Let’s take a look at some of those ways.

taco_tres-1150x759Worksheets! Aka #Pureawesomeness

Worksheets are my absolute favorite way to build characters. Some great resources are:

All you generally have to do is simply fill out the form that the worksheet has given you. Be sure to be very exact with your answers. I find it helpful to copy and paste your worksheet (but only for personal use! Did you know that copying and pasting a copyrighted worksheet of any kind on to your blog publicly is illegal?)  on to a Word document and then fill in the fields by computer so you don’t have to worry about lines and running out of space and stuff.

taco_tres-1150x759Illustrate it! Technique —–> If You’re a Visual Learner, this Technique is for You!

Here’s the Illustrate it! Technique! Here are the supplies you will need:

  • A blank sheet of paper
  • An imagination
  • Marshmallows
  • Colored pencils (PrismaColors Recomended)
  • Pencils

What you do:

  1. Using blank paper and imagination, draw a rough sketch of your character with a pencil. Let loose and draw your character! Be sure to add all the details!
  2. Next to the character, put some of the characters details, just name, age, gender, nationality, personality basics, etc.
  3. You could even add their horoscope!
  4. Eat marshmallows and parade around the neighborhood yelling, I JUST FINISHED CHARACTER BUILDING AND I DIDN’T HAVE TO WRITE A SUPER LONG WORKSHEET NA NA NA BOO BOO and drive your neighbors crazy!

taco_tres-1150x759Pinterest Technique

What you’ll need:

  • A Pinterest account

What you do:

  1. Check out Charis’ post for the basics
  2. Instead of using it for your storyboard, find pics of your characters by googling something like, 14 year old girl huntress green blue dress
  3. Pin them on your board!
  4. When writing your novel, check your board for inspiration!

taco_tres-1150x759TACO SONG OF THE DAY

TACO CAT.

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Captain Grace reblogged Taco ‘Bout it Tuesday #4: Editing and How Horrible it is on My Inexplicably Long Site Title

PoppleHillStudios reblogged I Wrote A Novel?! | #Snippets! on PoppleHillStudios

taco_tres-1150x759Giveaway!!!

If you skipped through the post and read straight to here, do ten jumping jacks and comment below your biggest fear!

Sorry, I just had to do that… XD

Ladies and gentleman, the moment you have all been waiting for…

THE BIG TACO GIFT CARD GIVEAWAY!

The winner will receive….

  • A $15 Visa Gift Card to spend on tacos!
  • A handwritten note from me!
  • STICKERS!!!
  • 3 Shopkins!

The rules:

  • You must be following this blog (by WordPress OR email) to enter.
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  • You must have a valid email I can contact you by.
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  • Fill out the contact form.
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The Strike Rebels: Chapter 2

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Realmers. Marshmallows. Extraterrestrials.

IT’S HEEEEERRRREEEEEEEE.

The Strike Rebels: Chapter 1


 

I wake up to Dianna screaming in my face: “WAKE UP, SLEEPY HEAD!”

“But it’s like, five o’ clock,” I groan, rolling back under my covers.

“I know,” Dianna says. “So get up.”

The other girls snicker.

“Get dressed.” She says. “Breakfast is in a half hour.”

And that was just the start of the day.

I change my ash-stained dress in to a pretty green one. It was the one of the few belongings that Hattie and I had managed to save.

I looked out the window. Raining again.

Can I tell you a secret?

I love storms. Especially lightning. I don’t know why. It’s just so comforting. I love staring out the window and watching the drops smear down the window. I imagine that I am up in the clouds, like a bird, flying gracefully over the storm–

“Everyone,” Dianna instructs, interrupting my daydream. “Line up.”

“You’re not the boss of us,” I say childishly.

“Hmmm, let me think,” She says sarcastically. “Last time I checked, I was.”

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After breakfast, we had to get right to chores. Miss Fontez was even meaner than Dianna.  I knew there was something fishy about the politeness they had displayed.

I had to be on fireplace duty. Ick. Now both my dresses have cinder on them.

I spend the rest of the day cooking and cleaning and mending and washing. I felt like Cinderella.

But that wasn’t even the worst part.

Miss Fontez pulls me over while I was washing dishes. Everybody stares.

“Try these on, Anika-Belle,” she says, beckoning to three ugly uniforms. They are brown dresses with petticoats and a little apron on them. The words “Miss Fontez’s Home for Girls” were embroidered on the apron in orange, clashing with the rest of the dress. “These are your uniforms,” she said. Suddenly I notice that all of the other girls were wearing them, too.

I am forced to try on those horrible old-fashioned “uniforms” on and stand patiently while Miss Fontez adjusts, and adjusts, and adjusts, until at last one of them fit. They are itchy and scruffy and just overall ew.

Then it was school. I had to be in class with the third graders. Even though I am in sixth grade! Not fair.

After school, it was dinner, than more chores, then bed.

I am exhausted. I close my eyes and fall asleep, the other girls still working on that……whatever it was.

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I am running. My legs are going to fall off. My lungs are going to burst.

Miss Fontez is chasing me with a uniform. I keep running.

It is storming. Yes! I turn in to a bird and fly over the storm.

When the storm stops, I see my house. It is on fire. I swoop down. I turn back in to Anika-Belle.

My parents are trapped. “HELP!” They scream. “HELP!”

The volunteer fireman aren’t here yet. They haven’t noticed our burning house.

“SAVE US!” I scream.

Mrs. Hattie comes and drags me away. Mother and Father are left to die.

“NOOO!” I shriek. “NOO! NOO!”

Mrs. Hattie drags me to a dungeon. Dianna tells me I am stupid and worthless. The girls laugh at me.

I wake up with a start.


 

Are you excited for Chapter 3? What do you think of it so far?

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Raindrops | An Ode to Comet

Dedicated To Comet
Plip. Plop.

I stare out the window.

Pitter-Patter.

It seems like the sky has destined me for a miserable day. 

Drip. Drip. 

I am happy for her

Plink. Plink.

But sad for me.

Plonk. Dump.

I can’t say goodbye.

How lucky I am to have known someone so hard to say goodbye to.

-Whinnie the Pooh

The Strike Rebels: Chapter 1

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Hello Marshmallows, Realmers, Extraterrestrials!

Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about Taco Bout it Tuesday, I have decided it will be every other week from now on. Which is kind of pointless because there is only one left but whateveh.

What with Taco Bout Tuesday coming to a close (WAAAHHHHHH *Sobs uncontrollably*) I decided I should finally start The Strike Rebels series! (Remember This Post?)

CHAPTER 1

In the POV of Anika-Belle

I took several deep breaths as I walk up the steps of Miss ‘s Home for Orphaned Girls, my hand clutching Mrs. Hattie’s for dear life.

I pull up my scarf, attempting to prevent the cold air that was whipping my face violently. It was a rainy and cold winter day. Normally I love storms like this, but today was different.

Mrs. Hattie knocks her enormous fists on the huge wooden door of the orphanage. I stare at the ground. I am afraid to look up. I am afraid of the future, of what’s ahead.

The door opens and I rush inside, out of the cold and in to the warm, fire-lit parlor of the orphanage.

Mrs. Hattie scolds me for not wiping my shoes and giving the host a proper greeting. I can tell through her eyes that she wants to beat me. Thankfully, another “civilized” adult is in the room and the chubby woman refrains from spanking me.

I do as I am told, still staring at the floor, not daring to look up.

“Hello. I am Miss Fontez. You must be Anika-Belle.”

I am forced to look up. A woman with curly blond hair in the most elegant dress I have ever seen in my entire life is extending her hand.

I don’t want a beating from Miss Hattie, so I reluctantly grasp her hand and shake it hard. I hope I damaged those perfectly manicured fingernails with those prissy rings on them.

“Good day, Miss Fontez,” I say through gritted teeth. “I am Anika-Belle. Of course I am Anika-Belle. Who else could I be?” Despite this woman’s beauty, I don’t trust her huge, fake smile. I don’t trust anybody these days, in fact.

“A feisty one!” The woman exclaims softly, the fake smile I seem to loathe so much still plastered on to her face.

Mrs. Hattie gives Miss Fontez my name and information while I sit on that way-too-pink sofa, trying to give her a stinkeye. If looks could kill, Miss Fontez would be on her deathbed by now.

When Miss Fontez finishes jotting down my information on a piece of parchment, she files it under the coffee table in a book with a hollowed-out middle. Then she takes out another piece of paper and writes my name in curly script. She pins it to me.

“There, Anika-Belle,” She says. She leads me and Miss Hattie down a long, twisting corridor until finally she seems to decide on a place for us to stop.

She leads us in a similar-looking parlor. A girl who looks my age is sitting on a sofa.

“This is Dianna,” Miss Fontez introduces the girl.

The girl stands up. “Hello,” she says, the same fake smile plastered on her lips.

I sigh and roll my eyes.

Mrs. Hattie and Miss Fontez sit down to discuss grown-up matters and chat about boring stuff while Dianna ‘shows me around’.

She leads me down the hall until we get to a huge circular room with doors all over the walls.

“This is the four years old and under room,” She says, beckoning to then first door.

I hear lots of commotion and scrambling to places a she opens the door. I peek inside. The room is lined with bunk beds. There are dressers where the orphans presumably put their stuff. Little girls are standing ramrod straight next to their bunks. When Dianna closes the door, the commotion starts back up again and I can hear little girls playing and giggling.

The same thing happens with the 5-7 year olds and the 8-10 year olds, but getting quite as the girls get older.

By the time we reach the 11 and ups, the now-familiar shuffling sound is silent.

When we enter, the room is bigger than the rooms before. There is a small desk shoved in the corner. Instead of girls standing in front of their bunks and waving an animated, “Hello!” the girls are all crowded around the desk with a single candle lighting the room. They seem to be working on something.

Once Dianne and I had made our way through the door, Dianna’s posture relaxes and her smile was gone. She has a stern expression on her face. “Ari, Kate, Elisabeth, Marigold, Sasha, and Tiffany,” she pointed to each of the girls that were crowded around the little desk.

“Your bunk’s right there. You got that drawer and the little piece of wall above your bunk customize and store your stuff. Don’t disturb us.”

And then Dianna went to work on whatever those girls are working on.

I climb up to my bunk, not bothering to unpack or undress. The events of the day flash before my eyes.The fire. Mom and dad dead. Mrs. Hattie walking me here. The huge fake smile on Miss Fontez’s face. Now.

Now was now. It would never be anything else.

Then I fall in to a dreamless sleep.

Are you excited for chapter 2?

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