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Fate of the winx saga
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Alfean holidays | Farah x Fem! Teacher reader| [] in process of writing []
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โธ โThis is a sentence.โ
โธ โThis is a sentence with a dialogue tag at the end,โ she said.
โธ โThis,โ he said, โis a sentence split by a dialogue tag.โ
โธ โThis is a sentence,โ she said. โThis is a new sentence. New sentences are capitalized.โ
โธ โThis is a sentence followed by an action.โ He stood. โThey are separate sentences because he did not speak by standing.โ
โธ She said, โUse a comma to introduce dialogue. The quote is capitalized when the dialogue tag is at the beginning.โ
โธ โUse a comma when a dialogue tag follows a quote,โ he said.
โUnless there is a question mark?โ she asked.
โOr an exclamation point!โ he answered. โThe dialogue tag still remains uncapitalized because itโs not truly the end of the sentence.โ
โธ โPeriods and commas should be inside closing quotations.โ
โธ โHey!โ she shouted, โSometimes exclamation points are inside quotations.โ
However, if itโs not dialogue exclamation points can also be โoutsideโ!
โธ โDoes this apply to question marks too?โ he asked.
If itโs not dialogue, can question marks be โoutsideโ? (Yes, they can.)
โธ โThis applies to dashes too. Inside quotations dashes typically expressโโ
โInterruptionโ โ but there are situations dashes may be outside.
โธ โYouโll notice that exclamation marks, question marks, and dashes do not have a comma after them. Ellipses donโt have a comma after them eitherโฆโ she said.
โธ โMy teacher said, โUse single quotation marks when quoting within dialogue.โโ
โธ โUse paragraph breaks to indicate a new speaker,โ he said.
โThe readers will know itโs someone else speaking.โ
โธ โIf itโs the same speaker but different paragraph, keep the closing quotation off.
โThis shows itโs the same character continuing to speak.โ
So if I were to turn on tips for my writing. Would you guys like to contribute?it is optional, but I would greatly appreciate it.
Follow @ofherdowlingohara my new account for Rp. Will switch back and forth every so often. Until I get a keyboard case for my iPad.
My writing isnโt that great why bother ? Also whatโs the point of being alive ?
This stupid time jump is kicking my ass
I will not procrastinate, yes i will. But itโs the โจ affirmation โจ that counts. Idk if I used that right but sue me. ๏ฟผ
HI FRIEND may I please request some, and I quote, "goofy silly midnight kisses over pancakes" with Mirandy pleaaaase!! ๐งก
@bri-sonat and I have been living for collaborative fics recently, so the entire smut portion is written by them! Thank so you much for writing with me! Collaborative writing with you is my favorite thing ever.
Authors Note: You didnโt ask for smut, buttttttttttt you get it anyway.
It hadnโt even been thirty minutes since Miranda had arrived home from her evening shift. It had gone on longer than usual, causing your girlfriend to come home later than usual. It was half past eleven when the door to your shared apartment had closed, and the constableโs voice had sounded, calling out to tell you that she was home.
Omg ๐ฅต yโall need to read this ๐
Heart is heavy tonight ๐
My head is killing me. But my writing requests are dry. Send me something plz
I will be putting Linger on hold. Or just quit that book. I havenโt decided. I rereleased it with intent to start writing it again. But due to certain circumstances. Itโs not appropriate right now.
Is this baby fever or is this longing for a child I lost ? Please send help?
Disclaimer, I only own Avalon Lefay Peregrine, the other characters rightfully belong to Ransom Riggs
Based on Ransom Riggs bestseller Miss Peregrines Home for Peculiar Children.
This is a fan-fiction story
Rape, incest, and mature content will be included in this story. Read at your own risk.
21+
Trigger warning โ ๏ธ
โโโโโโโ Chapter 02 โโโโโ
I remember those little moments when he would converse with me in this filthy cell, restraint by leather straps to a chair, because he wanted to make me feel he was the one with power. The empowered god.
"Hello, sweetheart." Dark chuckles slipped from his scarred lips, his eyes drenched in insanity, terror coursed me at how his blank eyes were filled with violence. Still scary how an average appearing man reigned with monsters. "I still cannot believe that a child of beauty would be conceived through horror."
Chills ran down my spine, even if I attempted to lunge at him, it would be of no use. I was restrained.
"I gave her a child of her own, she should be thankful."
Even my bones tremble in disgust at the sight of my father.
Silence continued to scream, except for his words amd the clicking of his boots against the hard concrete.
"Not being able to look at her only own flesh and blood as she is reminded of me and what I forced upon her is the greatest pain I have ever inflicted, and I have slaughtered numerous inoccent souls."
Digging my fingers into his skull and ripping out his brain would be a pleasure of mine, but that will not be as of today. Completely devoured by insanity, redemption was an impossible call for this man. How could he have slept? Those screams Mother made and her struggling to free herself from his grasp were lullabies to his sleep.
"I love her, but not in a way a brother loves his sister."
Going through sleepless nights of pain and grief, dancing on the edge of a knife barefoot, salvation finally arrived.
In the form of my bruised and injured mother, the great Alma Peregrine โ the crimson line across the arc of her cheekbones was visibly evident, black and blue bruises revealing themselves underneath the sleeves of her dress, like blood trailing on porcelain cups โ and what I assume to be the now renowned hollow-slayer, Jacob Portman.
Traces of Jacob's injuries barely showed themselves, except that his ocean eyes showed traumatic gleam, a dash of pride and relief.
"Thank God, we found you." Jacob breathed heavily, finally saved from the nights of endless crying, torture, and loneliness. I tried to keep my spirits high and remember that I was stronger than this. I was a peculiar. I was stronger than a normal human; and yet my father made me weak. He made me think I was weak and frail. I felt that way,and deep down, I felt I was always weak. Until the moment I was saved.
"Ava!" My mother cried in a mixture of pain and relief, intangible glass shards piercing her voice. With her trembling hands, she embraced me and there came a whisper, "I'm sorry."
I may be alive, but death will always inhabit my bones.
When Jacob and Mom came and got me, I felt relief. I was relieved that my nightmare was over.
Weakness prevailed as tear stained cheeks on my face kept the reminder of the nightmare,and that my nightmare was alive. My nightmare running through my blood. My nightmare wouldn't end, until I did. I knew I was stronger than him. I was stronger than any of the torture he put me through. And yet, he stuck me down and made me small. I wasn't myself anymore, I was a barely a shadow of Avalon.
Not the daughter of Alma Peregrine, nor Caul's.
A burning throne in Hell has been reserved for me as soon as the monsters' scream echo through my mind.
โ ALPโ
Trigger Warning โ ๏ธ
Disclaimer, I only own Avalon Lefay Peregrine, the other characters rightfully belong to Ransom Riggs
Based on Ransom Riggs bestseller Miss Peregrines Home for Peculiar Children.
This is a fan-fiction story
Rape, incest, and mature content will be included in this story. Read at your own risk.
21+
Trigger Warning โ ๏ธ
โโโโโโโ Chapter 01 โโโโโโ
I WAS UNWANTED โ that's all I have ever known since I was born to this world of cruelty and evil; tranquility serving as a veil of illusion that everything was under control in this land of blood and chaos.
My name is Avalon LeFay Peregrine โ the very daughter of the youngest and most gifted ymbryne of the peculiardom; Miss Alma LeFay Peregrine โ I am only sixteen years of age inside the loop, but when I step out of its protection, I am decades older than my physical appearance.
Misunderstanding is what sets people on fire, but fear not, there would be not a trace of flame of misunderstanding in what I'm about to say โ My mother loves me with all her heart, all of my flaws, all of the things I wish I did not have; even though sometimes, she trembled intensely while crying her heart out; holding back sobs as she apologized why she couldn't look at me for so long.
She wasn't disgusted. She wasn't ungrateful. There was not a trace of hatred in her voice as she apologized and held me in her motherly arms in search for comfort โ she was drowning in a cesspool of guilt, because she could not bear to look at her only biological child even if she forces herself to focus her eyes on me. The reason was understandable, I bring back the storm of memories she wanted to vanish to oblivion.
She loved me, and told me I was her everything.
The reason I knew I was unwanted is from the fact I am the product of a forced, incestuous process โ created in such a horrifying way that left my mother scars of trauma and nightmares; not only in her physique, but were engraved in her brain.
My father is Caul Bentham; a deranged man, so insane to the point that he could not care and would not care to distinguish the right and wrong โ he even raped his own younger sister for his own pleasure.
I am a peculiar, they say, because I was able to live in a loop for such a long time; but if you ask me, the manifestation of my peculiarity seems to be delayed.
On one tragic night, my father bomboarded into our household โ while Jacob and Emma were fighting that hollow he sent โ and took Mom, Miss Avocet and myself.
But I was separated from them, and instead I was kept in a location I had no idea of โ but I could describe the eerie smiles the wights gave me that made the atmosphere more deadly and absurd. I was an experiment โ they pierced holes through my wrists to inject the souls of a peculiar.
As my father said I was to be some kind of a living weapon equipped with several peculiarities โ but that was the last time I ever saw him; knowing that we were going to war with hollowgasts against the peculiar kind. I was alone in that hell hole of a house โ cold, horrifying, depressing; just the epitome of a living hell.
Until the day came, Jacob Portman along with Mom barging through that door โ I knew I was saved; because they saved me. I was only saved from that hell house, but not from the essentials coursing through my veins.
I am so sorry for not updating anything. Working on a schedule.
A:ย How did you come up with the title to [insert fic]?
B:ย Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?
C:ย What member do you identify with most?
D:ย Is there a song or a playlist to associate with [insert fic]?
E:ย If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it be about?
F:ย Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes youโve written and explain why youโre proud of it.
G:ย Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?
H:ย How would you describe your style?
I:ย Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?
J:ย Write or describe an alternative ending to [insert fic].
K:ย Whatโs the angstiest idea youโve ever come up with?
L:ย How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?
M:ย Got any premises on the back burner that youโd care to share?
N:ย Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?
O:ย How do you begin a storyโwith the plot, or the characters?
P:ย Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an โarchitectโ or a โgardenerโ? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?)
Q:ย How do you feel about collaborations?
R:ย Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?
S:ย Any fandom tropes you canโt resist?
T:ย Any fandom tropes you canโt stand?
U:ย Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.
V:ย If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?
W:ย Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones?
X:ย A character you enjoy making suffer.
Y:ย A character you want to protect.
Z:ย Major character deathโdo you ever write/read it? Is there a character whose death you canโt tolerate?
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