Yes my brain is blanking, but doesn’t matter 🤠😭

Hi I’m Harlow/Hat, she/her, master of cursed images, insomniac, and gay cockroach.

I want to improve my writing skills! I specifically want to get better at poetry, bc my old stuff is absolute TRASH. So yeah I figured a writing wiki would make for a good place to ask for that lol 💀

Help me please.

It's been a week and the votes are in. 100% of users voted for me to post chapters of one of my books.

There won't be a solid upload scedule, but I will try to pump them out as fast as I can. I'm definitly not as fast as most of the other authors on the wiki.

Revisions, SPaG fixing and sometimes chapter deletions may apply, so keep your eyes peeled. In the coming weeks I will post a few teasers while I get ready for this project.

Thank you, and Happy Travels.

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Here is the first draft of the first chapter of a fanfiction I'm working on:

1983.

The year my life changed.

And let me just say, not for the better.

It was about 10 am when I biked to my best friend Mike's house. When I got there, Dustin and Lucas, my friends, were already there. They lived closer to Mike, but I lived a little bit farther into the woods in an oldish house with my mom and brother.

I parked my bike and knocked at the door. Mike's mom opened the door and smiled.

“Hello Will,” Mike’s mom looked behind her, “The boys are downstairs waiting for you,”

I said thanks and went inside. I passed Mike's dad, who was once again sitting on the couch watching tv. I sprinted down the stairs. Dustin, Lucas, and Mike all turned and grinned.

“Will!” Mike smiled, “We were just getting ready to start!”

***

“It’s not the demogorgon!” Lucas says, leaning back in his seat.

Mike waits a few seconds for dramatic effect. The few seconds of silence kill me, as I wait to find out if it's the demogorgon.

“An army of Troglodytes charge into the chamber!” Mike puts force into his words and slams six winged miniatures onto the map. “Their tail drums the floor! Boom! Boom! Boom!”

Dustin looks shocked.

“Troglodytes?!”

“Told ya!” Lucas said.

“Easy!”

Mike’s eyes grow wide as he looks over his shoulder.

“Wait…Do you hear that? Boom! Boom! Boom! That sound didn’t come from the Troglodytes. No! It came from something behind them…The Demogorgon!” Mike slams the miniature onto the map with satisfaction.

Lucas throws his hands up and exclaims, “We're all gonna die!”

Mike turns to me, “Will! Your action?”

I think, wishing it wasn’t my turn. I couldn’t think. Lucas and Dustin were both telling me different things. Should I cast a fireball? Or should I cast a protection spell?

“I…uh…dunno?!” “Fireball him!” Lucas says. Dustin tries to fight it.

I turn to Lucas, “But then I’d have to roll a 13 or higher,”

Dustin speaks, “Too risky. Cast a protection spell.”

Lucas faces Dustin, “Don’t be a p*ssy, Fireball him!”

Mike starts talking, his voice booming: “The demogorgon is tired of your silly human bickering, it steps closer to you. Boom!”

“Fireball him, Will!”

“Another step…BOOM!”

“Cast protection!”

“It roars in anger!”

“Fireball!”

“Protection”

I was in over my head. People were shouting at me from every angle. I looked around and just said the first thing that popped into my head.

“Fireball!”

I roll the dice.

Oops. Too hard.

The dice fly across the table and onto the ground. Everyone rushes to find it. I look under the table. It couldn’t have gotten too far…

Then the basement door swings open. At the top of the stairs is Mike’s mom.

“Mom! We're in the middle of a campaign.”

She taps her watch, “You mean the end? 15 after.”

Mike runs upstairs, chasing her yelling, “Just 20 more minutes?”

I look and try to find the dice.

I see something shiny on the ground and pick it up to see the dice.

“Does a seven count?” I ask, turning to my friends.

“It was a seven?”

I nod.

“Did Mike see it?”

I shake my head.

“Then it doesn’t count!”

Dustin runs upstairs to Mike’s sister, Nancy’s room to offer her pizza.

When we all regroup, we all go to the garage to get our bikes. Dustin is complaining about how mean Nancy was.

“She used to be nice, remember when she dressed up for our elven complain?” Dustin was saying.

“Yeah, Four years ago!”

Lucas and Dustin speed off. I stayed there with Mike for a couple of seconds.

“It was a 7,” I said.

“Huh?” Mike said, facing me.

“It was a 7. The demogorgon. It got me.” I smiled sadly. Mike frowned a little. I got onto my bike and pedaled. The light flickered on the garage, but Mike turned them off. I caught up with Lucas and Dustin.

A couple seconds later, Lucas goes into his driveway.

“See ya later, ladies,”

Dustin and I ride in silence for a few seconds, then Dustin says, “Race to my place? Winner gets a comic.”

I perk up, “Any comic?”

“Yeah.”

That's all I have to hear. I start pedaling faster and faster. Dustin swears from behind me. I fly past his house.

“I’ll take your X-Men Uncanny two- six-nine!” I yell. Dustin swears again and goes into his driveway.

Then, it's just me. Driving my bike alone. That might seem dumb, but it was normal. I knew my brother, Jonathan was waiting for me. The moon hung above the forest, giving me some more light. I kept driving, then suddenly my bike light flickered. I looked at it confused, then looked up.

I gasped.

There was a tall figure. I swerved out of the way and into the ditch. I was scared. I went down a hill and crashed.

I got onto my hands and knees and spit out the dirt in my mouth. I gasp for air, then hear a strange noise from behind me. Fearful, I leave my bike there and run off.

I ran up a path to my house. I’m tired, but I won't stop. I get confused when the lights are off. I slam open the door.

“MOM?! JOHNATHAN?!” I yelled. There was no answer. I check around.

No one was home. I felt fear get into my chest, I felt like I was going to explode with it. I peer out the window and feel the air get sucked out of me.

The figure is out there. It followed me.

I ran to the phone and put it to my ear.

I dialed 9-1-1. All I heard was static.

“Hello?” I asked, fear in my voice strong. Then I heard something.

It wasn’t a person.

I pushed the phone away in fear. I heard the door creak. My eyes widened. The lock was slowly opening by itself. The figure was blurry through the door window. I stumbled back and ran. I slammed open the back door and ran to the wooden shed out back.

I slam the door behind me and my eyes search the walls until I found what I needed. I pulled the rifle from the wall and got bullets. I started loading it. Then I heard a noise. I raise the gun up, getting ready to shoot.

Then I realized.

Whatever was chasing me…

Was behind me.

Anywho im Baylee

I need some ideas (if you have played it)

Hi! new to the wiki, you can call me Mar! pronouns are she/her, happy to meet you,

But I need help. I want to start writing a book but have no idea how to get started. How do I come up with an idea, world-building, character building, I've looked at guides online but none of them have helped, please give advice!

This is like the "One Ring to Rule Them All" type text

The three great Swords

For Kings were forged

Their utmost glory none could match

He who made them no-one knows

But still his untold power grows

Their blades are mighty

Proud and strong

Ye who duels them won't live long

He who made them no-one knows

But still his untold power grows

Hi. I'm Alyx (she/her) I've new to this Wiki, I love writing fantasy, horror, and

sci-fi, and I need help. How do I write a book about a magic school without people constantly comparing it to Harry Potter and calling it a knock off? I can't win against Harry Potter!

So my mc has a prosthetic leg btw (he got it a day before this)

Is this accurate, how the acid would kill?

I mean I think it is, but I'm not sure

At that moment, I saw some clear coloured stuff creep around the corner, about two feet high.

“Why the heck do you have it in the first place?!” I asked.

“It was here when we came! This was the only hidden place.” Ash explained, running. I panicked. I couldn’t run, at least not with this leg.

Most people were coming out of the place they were in to see what was happening, but then ran in the other direction when they saw what it was.

Nicolas was a fast runner, but then ran over to me. He ran and helped me limp-run. There was a giant ladder to get out of the rocky place. More than half of the giant headquarters was filled with acid. I started climbing up the ladder with difficulty. About twenty people were under me. I tried to go faster.

My foot slipped, but Nicolas helped me get back on the ladder.

It was difficult, but I made it to the top. By then, it had flooded the whole bottom and was starting to inch higher. I heard a scream of pain from the bottom. I looked over the edge.

Ash.

Ash was climbing as fast as she could, but I saw her foot had been caught in it, but just barely skimming her shoe. She was wincing in pain, but tried to ignore it. She kept climbing. It got a little higher. By now, she was terrified and shaking. She kept climbing, but it was as if fate had it against her.

By then, she tried not to give up, but it was obvious. I heard Yeet yell her name. Many others did as well. I was standing there frozen solid, speechless.

Ash was climbing faster now. But then it got farther. Faster. Her face paled and she let out a scream of pain and I watched as her hand left the ladder bar. I watched, paralyzed as she fell. I saw her body get thrown off and into the deadly colorless acid.

I couldn’t watch any longer. I looked away, tears brimming my eyes. It wasn’t everyday you lost your sibling you never knew existed. But now…she is gone.

I knew she was dead. But still…

I heard people still yelling her name. But I knew it was too late. The Hydrofluoric acid had killed my sister.

So half of my book is basically just a decoy for the real plot which is revealed halfway through the book, and then the real stuff starts. but here's my problem: How do I make the decoy half entertaining? it has to feel like it's going somewhere so the big plot twist comes right out of the blue, but still with proper foreshadowing. how do I do that?

This wiki is actully kinda sorta maybe active now

Can someone link em?, thanks

I just want a low key writing community to be a part of

I like writing. So I'm here.

Yeah that's it.

The other day i was looking into how much authors typically earn from a book deal, and i found an article talking about how self-published authors normally sell less than 100 copies, and some sell less than 10. most traditionally published authors will sell more, but a large amount of them will only sell maybe a max of 3,000 copies.

And as im writing im just thinking ‘what if no one likes my book and i only sell like three books’

Writing is HARD yall

I'm not exactly what people would call an adult. But I'm writing about adults. SO how do I write a book from the perspective of an adult without a view of the world from an adults perspective?????