What do you like to READ

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What are you interested in WWM? What do you look for when you search up a book. Romance? If so, what kind? Or are you more of a thrill seeker? what kind of thrills? Chills, Danger? What kind of characters do you like? How do you relate? What kind of titles pull you in? One liners of a pretty paraphrase?

I wanna know.

Mind telling me?

[Rykett]

Fantasy alllllll the way! I'm a lover of many the fantasy author! One of my favorite books, if you're up for a fun, hilarious, sort of light read, is Alcatraz vs. The Evil Liberians. Don't laugh at the title... or the premise... It's amazing. And it's not just a funny book with comical character!s No, every main character in this book has true depth! I have felt more true emotions with this book's series than any other! I seriously wanted to throw this book against wall at one point because of a character death and the way the narrator spoiled it............intentionally........ *digitally throws the book against the wall and shakes fist at it* Alcatraz, you backstabbing little misunderstood, hilarious, sarcastic, amazing, annoying, lying, crapaflapnasty son of a stinking librarian, how could you?!?!?! *picks up book and brushes it off* I'm so sorry. You've been through so much. I love you... Ack! Too many conflicting feelings!

[Meds]

I'm definitly a fantasy girl, too! Or at the very least, fiction. There doesn't have to neccesarily be dragons or magic powers, but I do love getting lost in a different world.

The Game of Thrones books are... I have mixed feelings about them. I inhaled the first four in like a month, and then the fifth one I just haven't been able to get into. I'm halfway done and I haven't picked it up in over four months. So, meh on those. They're a big commitment.
Harry Potter was my true and first love. I even have a deathly hallows tattoo ^^
Currenlty I'm reading "The Name of the Wind" And my goodness, it's amazing. I would even admit that the WRITING, is better than in Harry Potter. I still lvoe the story and characters and fandom etc of Potter, but Patrick Rothfuss' descriptions are unparalleled.

I like characters that have an actual sense of humor, and that don't try to be untouchable heroes. Harry himself actually got on my nerves quite a lot throughout the series of Harry Potter, because he kept trying to be a martyr and do everything himself, even when his friends were offering to help. I find a lot of female characters (in TV shows mostly, but books too I guess) aren't relateable to me. The worst is when they try to be way too hardcore and in reality they AREN'T. Perfect example: Andrea from Walking Dead, and the brunette that "grew up under the floorboards" from The 100. I hate. Hate. Hate those two characters.

I really love plot twists, too, and if later pieces of the story can connect to earlier bits that I had NO IDEA were connected when I first read them, that's huge as well. Like in Harry Potter, **SPOILER**(Buttttt if you don't know already, you're a bit late)

when we realize that Draco was actually the master of the elderwand, because even though Snape killed him, DRACO disarmed him. So when Voldemort killed Snape to get the pwoer of the wand, it did nothing, because he would ahve actually had to kill Draco.

Stuff like that. Connetions! I like when it allll connects.

*I went super in depth there—but it sounded like you were asking for perhaps a book of your own, so I wanted to be as helpful as I could!!

[Tiel]

I agree Ry, characters must be super solid and in depth. It makes things so much more interesting and you fall in love with the characters. And Meds, I love connections! Especially when you think two things have nothing to do with each other than towards the end of the series it all ties together. And to connect those two things together, when an endearing character you haven't seen in a few books comes back, it's extra interesting!

[Fierfly]

Oh you just had to bring this up didn't you? I'm a little bit of everything. Fantasy, mystery, historical fiction, a little bit of sci-fi, regency romance (don't judge) and action, action, action! Michael Vey for the action readers, the Redwall series is also great for some action and mystery in your reading, but it's nice, relatable writing that leaves me laughing out loud in between riddles and attacks. A friend recently recommended Talon by Julie Kagawa for fantasy and such, I read an excerpt but I'm still looking for the book. The Royal Diaries have been a favorite for a few years now and for all the romance readers I suggest either Edenbrook or Seeking Persephone, two of my all-time favorites.

[Tiel]

Shiv, are you planning on writing a novel?

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to answer your questions and quite correct assumptions, I've been searching for a story to write for...forever, really. I've been writing 'books' since I was five (i have one called "The Pupy Plac" aka the puppy place, which I wrote many years ago). I've had many spurts of inspiration, and books a few chapters in, and even some good plots written out. Ive heard advice from friends, family, articles, and even true authors in person.(I have met Richard Evans, Fier) But iv'e never been able to truly get into an idea and immerse myself in that world.

I have created worlds, countless characters, and many a good plot line. but, I just can't seem to write something without being forced a prompt. I can write ("very well when you really want to" quoth the english teacher.) well enough, i just haven't found what i want to write. I've listed everything I want in a story, and what im interested in to see if i could come up with something, but everything has been done before, or i can't find the muse to write it. So....

yes,

you could say i'm trying to write a novel.


And if you have any writing prompts i would be more than glad to see them, i might even write a short story for you specifically. (you know...if i find the muse XD)

[Tiel]

So you're the kind that works well under pressure, I assume. I always like it when either a villain becomes good or someone good becomes a villain. I can't really give you any actual writing advice because I've never written an actual novel before, though. What genre do you want to write about?

[Meds]

The book I'm writing I actually got from a popular genre of rolelay that I first found on Neopets XDD I haven't really roleplayed it in a super long time, but the novel is going along really well!
I have it all in there—the twists, the connections... I'm a TAD worried that my main twist (in the SECOND book, because I originally wrote too much material!) is a bit cliche, but I'm hoping it will fly.
And even though it's a popular roleplay genre among usually less-literate players, I hope that it is ok. There have been books LIKE it published before, and in general the same sort of deal, but I took it a step farther, so it should be good.

But you just have to harness that muse! You've FOUND her, as shown by this site even, but you just need to get her to do what you want xD

[Fierfly]

Yay! Shivvy's writing a book! First off: Congrats! That's a huge step in the writing world. Second off, I can relate! I have written a novella (still trying to figure out how I want it published, but it's written and ready to roll), and it was one heck of a process. There are two kinds of writing: plot-driven, and character-driven. Many stories out there are all about these wacky circumstanced our characters find themselves in, while others are about truly normal people with fantastic stories because of the choices they make and the story is all about how the character grows. Looking at your posts I'd say you're a character writer, but that's just me. My suggestion is to find this personality you'd like to start with, pick some weaknesses, major flaws, or strengths you want to test and ask yourself: "What can throw these people for a loop?" My uncle (also a writer) wrote his first book when he and my aunt were on a road-trip, they stopped to stretch their legs at a park and my aunt had to run and buy something or whatever and he watched her go into the store. Then he was like. "What would happen if she never came out? What would happen if I asked that man over there, 'Hey, did you see my wife come out because I haven't seen her?' and he said, 'What are you talking about? You came here alone.'" An entire book! Be observant, look at the world around you, be real, and don't be afraid to put it down on paper! I must revise my stuff like fourteen times before I'm satisfied with the dialogue, and even when I'm happy with that, I may not be happy with the exact unfolding of events so I have to tweak it some more. Basically, know where you start, know where you want to end up, and enjoy the journey with your character. And most of all, have fun.

[Tiel]

You must show us your novels! Also, you guys sound so experienced! I feel inspired to write something now!

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Thanks you guys! Fier, Meds, you two are truly inspirational. thank you, and i will take your comments to heart. Hopefully they can work for me as well.

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Something I wrote awhile ago....I have no idea where its going.

Chapter 1:

The night was still and dark, only broken by the winking of stars and the chirruping purrs of cicadas. A tall, brick manor peeked its gabled head out of the lush forests’ canopy. The forest was thick and as wild as ever. It housed bristling boars, handsome harts, whistling wolves and the like. But now, these dangerous trees sheltered a renegade guild, the fearsome outlaws of Tanoak. Even now, they lie in wait, crouched just beyond the open lawn of the stately manor, poised for a night of raiding and rioting. Never had there been a more clan-like band of robbers and murderers. What an odd thing to be, but these outlaws were truly a family, they trusted each other completely. There was no manipulation or backstabbing among them, no one was there to hurt another. They were a large group composed of notorious criminals highly wanted by the crown. Tonight many members were gathered around this estate, ready to perform a heist two months in the making. Queet, a younger member of Tanoak’s Band awaited the signal, her form hidden by her black cloak. When the discrete signal sounded, the hosts would emerge from the trees and efficiently break into the large building. They wouldn’t bother being careful whilst getting in, the nobles who usually resided inside would be away at a very important meeting. The in’s and outs were excruciatingly precise, there was a list of what to take, and what was worthless. Every member involved knew the floorplan like the back of their hand, the details of the mission branded into their minds.

The signal rang out through the air, a faux nightingale song. As fast as foxes, black-hooded thieves sprinted soundlessly across the green, feet hardly touching the dew-dusted earth. Westarquio, the leader of the mission, reached the back door, deftly disabling the doorknob and opening up the house to the rest of the accomplices. Queet rushed forward, accidentally stumbling as a hole yawned open under her foot. With a wince and a quiet grunt, she fell behind. Her emergency whistle tinkled quietly as she fell onto her knees. The girl picked herself up, rubbing her wrists. She was behind schedule; her team was already ahead of her, entering the mansion. She ran forward once more, a slight limp inhibiting her progress. Queet frowned, scolding herself for being so careless as to twist her ankle. However, her falling behind was soon revealed as a tender mercy and the manor erupted with shouts and the wailing whistles. Torches were lit and the lawn was flooded by Tanoak’s men along with hoards of city soldiers. Queet stood still, yellow eyes widening.

How would they have known? It didn’t take long for Queet to figure it out. No one else but the band knew of the plot, that meant that there was a coward among them; a spy, a snitch, a traitor. Queet had no time to register anger, as a soldier rushed toward her. Her frown shifting into an expression of panic, Queet spun on her heel and dashed away, making for the woods. Unfortunately the going was rough. Running on her twisted ankle hurt immensely, further irritating the injury. She gasped as she ran, weaving back and forth to avoid being hit by a crossbow bolt. She had come prepared for battle, girded with thick leather armor; although she had thought that she wouldn’t be needing it. She was grateful that she had put it on in this moment. Queet’s hood fell back, revealing her unruly mane of pale off-white hair. This did no good to help her case either, the starlight making her hair practically glow. Hurriedly, she tugged the garment back over her head.

Queet sprinted past a soldier who was battling one of her comrades. She met his eyes for a split second. They were wide in terror, but passionate. He wouldn’t go down without a fight. They were a band of brothers and sisters, they had each other's backs. They would die for eachother. Queet skidded to a halt, slipping a bit on the wet grass. She had the chance to help her ‘brother’ in his time of need. Looking behind her she saw the same soldier still on her tail, and nearing quickly. If she stayed to help, they would both go down, and they would either be killed on the scene or tried and hanged in the capitol. All so-called bravery and nobility fled her heart as her mind rationalized. She had to get out, and into the forest, otherwise she would die. Turning away from the betrayed gaze of her comrade, she ran forwards once more and into the trees, the original soldier on her heels.

The sounds of the ambush quickly were drowned out by the endless layers of foliage as she put distance between her and the scene of the incident. All other distractions left behind, she could clearly hear her attackers feet crunching through twigs and dry leaves. Her heart was panicking like a hare caught in a snare: twitching and flailing hopelessly. Something told her that she wouldn’t be escaping this time. Narrowing her eyes, she refused to fully acknowledge that gut feeling. Coming to a halt behind a thick, knotted tree, she observed her surroundings.

The forest was unbelievably dark, the trunks of the forest a maze in the night. Everything was a silhouette in the mists, the black blanket hugging the ground and making anything visible obscured.  Struggling to see through the pitch dark, she attempted to calm her breathing. She had to clear her head, clear her mind. She needed to think, needed to locate the one hunting her. Her attempted meditation was interrupted with a high pitched whistle and a thunk. A crossbow bolt embedded it’s silvery head into the wood beside her head. Leaping back with a grunt, Queet broke into a panicked run.

Her mind was a blurred mess of adrenaline, none of it helping her instincts sharpen. She was unbelievable exhausted, the pain in her ankle increasing every time her foot met the earth. Like a doe near death, she ran unwittingly into an open clearing, stumbling through the tall grasses. She stumbled and fell, her purser very close by, her panting audible. She could hear him nocking in another bolt as she rose out of the grass in a scramble. Queet looked over her shoulder and time seemed to slow down. The man had a stoic, emotionless expression as his gloved finger pulled the trigger. Their eyes met for a moment, her fearful gaze comparing to his which was full of….reluctancy?

Queet remembered this look from not so long ago when she was a tad bit younger. She hadn’t been the target then, but she had been the hunter. Queet had been taken out to a secluded village, detached from the rest of the Kingdom of Aceon. She was being tested by her family, the band of Tanoak. They were to see if she was ruthless enough to take on missions with them. It was a simple break it-break out. She was to choose a house to raid and pillage it accordingly. After doing so, she was to burn it to the ground. Understanding the mission she performed it well. The house she had picked was empty, and on the outskirts of the village, a great option. However, at the close of the ordeal, fiery torch in hand, somebody came home. She remembered clearly, the young boy, about her age, opening the door to find a hooded intruder about to burn his house down. She couldn’t empathize with him, but his eyes said it all. Unique bably blue, so innocent. He was about to grow up. Queet remembered hesitating, not feeling quite sure about the ordeal. But in that moment she made her choice, and threw the torch onto the ground, furniture immediately catching fire. Soon engulfing the fragile house.

Queet remembered that now as the bolt neared her. Her ankle cracked sickeningly as she twisted it the wrong way once again, this time her bones fracturing and snapping. A split second later the bolt struck. Its tip met her leather armor, struggling and slowing as it bit into the thick hide. But pierce it did. The bolt entered her back and pain bloomed like a hellish fire in front of her eyes. With a thud she hit the dirt, agony making her body go completely limp, her hood fell once again and she could see her attacker draw near. He took off his helmet with a sorry shake of his head and crouched down beside her. “We’re not so different you know?” Queet coughed out, blood speckling the crushed greenery around her. He wiped his forehead with a sigh, his baby blue eyes the last she saw before everything became black.

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“Malady,” the soldier bowed down on one knee, a white-haired maiden over his shoulder. He reverenced the leader of the mission humbly. He couldn’t see her, her form hidden in the shadow of her carriage. The leader looked over the strong, young man, then at his quarry. An arrow protruded gruesomely out of her bag, the back of her hair tipped in crimson blood.

“Bring her to me, I can heal her.” The veiled figure spoke, her voice smooth and quiet, yet firm and commanding. The man obeyed, gently lowering the unconscious outlaw onto the floor of the carriage. Bending over the hardly moving body, she began to cry. Silent tears flowed from her shadowed eyes as she firmly took hold of the arrow’s shaft. Exhaling sharply she removed the bolt from the woman’s back. Blood began flowing from the wound, a slow procession of death. Her tears fell like sparkling rain in the starlight, bathing the wound in water. The wound, was closing up quickly, healing at a miraculous pace. Once the tears ran dry, all that was left of the puncture wound was a messy, irritated, dark pink divot in the darker skin of the assailant.

“Young sir, come here,” The lady spoke once more, standing up from her work. “I wish to take this prisoner to my quarters with me, please, if she should awake, I will need a guard.” The glint of her eyes could just be seen from under her heavy cloak, and the young soldier bowed once more.

“Of course malady.” He answered without question, although his mind was truly flooded with them. “Of course.”

“Good, once we reach the castle I will need you to inform the King and Queen of my newest pet-project.” A small smirk could be detected from the woman, that set the young man’s nerves on edge.

-To be continued-

[Tiel]

Ooooh. Shiv, that's really good!

[Meds]

Thatès so good Shiv!! <3333