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How to create an atmosphere: Supermarket
Sight
advertisements for products
big signs showing discounts
aisles full of colorful products
fresh produce
employees in matching uniforms
all different kinds of costumers
with shopping carts
with children running around
with a stroller or toddlers sitting in the shopping cart
with a service dog by their side
Hearing
the sound of shopping carts being pushed and bumping into shelves
parents calling for their children
people talking on the phone
a man asking his wife if they still have enough toilet paper at home
someone asking the employee where they can find something
music interrupted by announcements about promotions the store is doing
the surring and beeping sound of the cash register belt
the sound of the electronic doors opening and shutting again
Touch
the stickiness of the floors
the differents textures of each item they think about buying
the coldness and often stickiness of the handle of the shopping cart
the sudden wetness from some products that are either fresh produce or where the package is leaking
Smell
the smell of spilled drinks that someone dropped and left for the employees to clean up
the smell of cleaning products from them having to sweep it up
the smell of hand sanitizer
the smell of different products the costumer holds up to their face and smells to decide if they like it
the horrendous smell of deposit machines where you return your not quite empty beer bottles to and the leftover liquid spills everywhere
Taste
different samples offered at the supermarket
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writers-potion · 1 day
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Describing Food in Writing
I love food. And drinks.
When I think of the HP series, I recall the feasts. Treacle tarts and puddings. Butterbeer. Food trolley on the train and chocolate frogs in the Gryffindor common room.
Foods helps readers engage with the story, so it's good to know how to describe them.
Just one Adjective
There's really no need to go overboard with how a particular food tastes. If it's something that your readers are already familiar with, just add in a small detail.
Are the breakfast eggs yellow or white, clumpy or fluffy? Salty or bland? Grainy or silky?
Just one adjective/detail is enough.
Think of the Character
Take note of each character's palate while you describe. Especially if you're writing in 1st person POV.
Someone in your cast may be a culinary artist and another content with spray cheese.
Food descriptions can reveal a lot about character's personality and lifestyle.
Watch Food Shows
Master Chef. The Great British Baking Show. Aesthetic character baking channel on YouTube.
Food shows usually have a section where they assess/review the food made, which might be helpful.
Recently, I've noticed that 1-minute food reviewers on YT Shorts are pretty good at graphic yet succinct taste descriptions!
Ratatouille
I'm not kidding!
If you ever want to get into the mind of someone who is passionate about food, or need inspiration yourself - check this movie out.
Just watching Remy's passion and the magic of the culinary arts will boost your writer soul with inspiration (or something like it, anyway).
Experience Restaurants
The best research of all is probably experience, so the next time you eat a meal, challenge your palate.
Think about how it looks, tastes, and feels in you mouth.
If possible, try dishes your characters would eat and discern what they would detect. What elements of the disk would your character like?
Some Food Adjectives
Tangy Creamy Crispy Tender Juicy Exquisite Luscious Gourmet Wholesome Delectable Risk Zesty Succulent
Crunchy Greasy Gooey Tart Smoky Savory Marinated Meaty Moist Battered Dainty Homestyle Fudgy
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celestialwrites · 1 day
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jealousy dialogue + prompts ˚୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆
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♡ “why don’t you just go back to her?!” “who?”
♡ “if you want (character) gone just say so!”
♡ character A talking with an old friend while character B just sits and watches. [little did they know, the old friend was talking about how lucky A is to have B.]
♡ “i never took you for the jealous type.” “i. am. not. jealous.”
♡ “maybe i didn’t like the way (character) looked at you!”
♡ “aw, darling, are you jealous?”
♡ character A being oblivious to a random person flirting but character B swoops in to ‘save’ character A from a bad flirt when in reality they were just jealous.
♡ “you’re jealous of (character)? hun, you could do so much better.”
♡ “i saw the way he looked at you!”
♡ character A gets jealous over their old fling who they swore they hated. [chaos ensues]
♡ “why do you look like you’re about to stab me? you’re not jealous, are you?”
♡ “why are you so insecure about this?” “i don’t want to be used again!”
♡ “what’s the matter with you?” “i don’t like the way (character A) looks at (character B)”
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tinkerleaf · 2 days
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Not the End
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this one is for my maladaptive daydream fuel timeline, so it may not make sense in some places. also, there are a few minor details i had to swap around from the real thing (pls don't get mad) Synopsis: reader is hurt after helping chuuya in dead apple. gn reader Pairing: chuuya/reader/dazai Words: 430 Genre: slight angst Warnings: mention of blood
After the events of Dead Apple, you were exhausted. The hard ground didn’t help your aching body or open wounds. You were heaving, forcing yourself to stabilize your breaths.
Part of the city was destroyed, but it was safe from the larger evil. Because of the dire situation at hand, you were ordered to assist Chuuya in the sky to defeat the dragon. Due to your previous work with him in the Mafia, you had no trouble matching his pace. Despite this, you were still roughed up pretty badly after taking down the enemy.
You felt a cold hand reach for your shoulder and turn you around to face upward. You could see Chuuya through your tired eyes, he was also covered in blood.
He coughed, “You good?”
You couldn’t answer him. You felt like you would pass out any minute from the migraine creeping its way into your head.
“Gotcha.” He gently took a look at your injuries. Luckily, none of them were fatal. He knew he couldn’t be with you for too long, so he kept it swift and turned to walk away. However, it began to rain, and he knew he couldn’t just leave you like that. He sighed, took his coat off, and placed it over you. That way, when the agency members find you, at least you won’t be wet. He may have his grievances with you over leaving the Port Mafia, but he didn’t hate you.
He couldn’t. Not after everything you’ve been through together. He understands why you left, to seek out revenge on whoever killed your father. But it still pains him to see you with the agency. To see you with him.
He looked over to see Akutagawa, who was searching for him. “I know, I’m comin’.” Footsteps were heard from behind the two. He knew who it was. “They're fine. Over there.” The noise went towards your limp body.
Dazai kneeled in front of you before picking you up into his arms. “You always gotta get yourself in a bind, huh? You must love it when I carry you.”
If you weren’t so weak, you would have smacked him. However, all you could strain out was an irritated whine. After a few minutes, you fell asleep.
Chuuya, however, had to pry his eyes away from the two of you, his fists clenched. Dazai always had to get in his way, always had to make things more difficult. He hated relying on him when he used Corruption, just another thing Dazai had over him. He may not ever defeat him, but he will get you back. One way, or another.
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novlr · 2 days
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Clarity over flowery
Don’t rely too heavily on a thesaurus when trying to improve your writing.
Clarity is always better than complicated language, so if it doesn’t come naturally to you, don’t try to force flowery language into your work.
Word choice should always elevate, never dominate.
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tanaor · 3 days
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Tips on how to create hooking character arcs!!
(✨Dos and don'ts in character arc creation, part 1: don's✨)
Every writer knows that's a good character arc is something hard to achieve, and that there is usually a very fine line between making your characters evolve to the better and making them change completely... But don't worry! That's why today I wanted to share some of my tips to give your characters that something that will make their transformative journey unique, and also make your readers fall in love with them. So, let's get right to it!
DON'TS
1. Don't make your characters passive.
Your story needs someone strong to fight against whatever you are planning to put them trough! Making your characters strong doesn't necessary mean creating buff characters, but a good character will always have that *something* that can always push them to their try best. Could be a goal, a loved one, an ideology...
2. Don't give your characters some random disaster for no reason.
Of course, this things sometimes happen, but the best kind of disasters are the ones your character has put themselves into: they have no one else to blame (even if they tried). This are the disasters you should be pressuring for your characters, because they will teach your character something. Maybe your character was very egocentric during most of the story, and now they are alone. You can now either make them realize, or start a villain character arc were they believe the world has made them like that...
3. Don't make the decisions easy.
During the story, your character will have to take a lot of decisions, including many important ones, but here is the deal... Most of them shouldn't be easy. Make it hard for them to decide, make the decisions something that they feel guilty of, make them think that, maybe, "there really was a better alternative". Also remember that when taking hard decisions, characters usually decide what they think will make them suffer less: that's what we call pain vs pain.
4. Don't make everything terrible.
Remember: there's always calm before the storm. And, if you give your characters a false sense of victory, failure will always hurt more. (Even if you don't plan your characters to fail, it's a good technique to use before eventually everything comes down).
5. Don't be afraid of giving the character the ending they deserve.
When the story ends, you should be capable of naming at least three mayor changes in your character. But, of course, when the story ends you also want your readers to think "yes, that's what needed to happen". So, writers: don't be afraid. If the character deserves a bad ending, give it to them. If they deserve to succeed, let them win. Each story is different, but there will always be that ending that you feel is the right thing... Believe me, if a character deserves to fail, I'll want them to fail at the end, and there is not a feeling as good as someone getting what they deserve, what they have been earning since page one.
I wish this was helpful, and if you are interested keep tuned for the part 2: dos in writing character arcs. Happy writing everybody!!
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distantdarlings · 1 day
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SUPPORT SYSTEM // Slytherin Boys
RATING: PG-13 / 2.2K WORDS
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+ SUMMARY - *Requested, based on this* When a few Gryffindors start spreading rumors that the Slytherin boys only hang around you because they’re sharing you, you’re hesitant to share this information with them. (Slight Angst, Comedy?)
+ WARNINGS - Language, some sexual discussion (very small amount), bullying, secrets, implied fight, not proof-read (lmk if I’ve missed anything)
+ MUSIC (listened to while writing) -
Sarah - Alex G
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As soon as your eyes opened that morning, you found yourself regretting even waking up. The memories of yesterday were flooding back and hitting you like a giant tidal wave, so visceral you could almost taste the salted water.
You ran a hand over your eyes, rubbing the sleep from them, and dreading the day. Despite the superior support system you had holding you up, you found yourself in a dilemma. The wonderful people you called your closest friends were what was plaguing you.
With each inhale, a flash of one of their faces would zip in front of you, deepening the nausea building in your stomach. You sigh. You couldn’t miss anymore classes, but you felt as though leaving your bed would surely breed a recipe for disaster.
Between the relentless teasing, the names you’d been called, and everything else that had been going on this week, you felt close to giving up. The only thing that had kept you powered in even the slightest way were your friends.
A knock interrupted your thoughts. A few teasing laughs broke through the thick wooden door as you swallowed the misery rising up your throat. It wouldn’t surprise you if your harrassers had decided to come knocking at your door, bringing their sneers and cruel words with them. You perked up your voice to tell the usurpers to go away when you heard a familiar shout.
The voice was lowered and joking, letting your name fall from his mouth like it was an everyday thing—which it was. You jumped up and tossed the comforter away from your body. You across the cold dorm floor and flung the heavy wooden door open.
On the other side stood three dark boys, all with varying smiles and warm eyes. Hot relief flooded your body as you let yourself fall into them.
Theo Nott stood dead center and caught your flailed body like a Quaffle. You wrapped your arms tightly around his lean body, missing the way he felt and the way he smelled. You could’ve melted into his body and lived there for the rest of your days if necessary.
To his right was Enzo Berkshire, the devilishly handsome and wickedly funny boy you called one of your best friends. He laughed aloud and tossed an arm around you as well, squeezing you between their bodies. You groaned slightly and the pressure. You turned your head.
“Come on, Matty, don’t you want to join us?” you mumbled, your cheeks squished between the two boys on either side of you.
The last boy stood back a bit, watching you amusedly. Mattheo Riddle chuckled a bit before placing a large hand over your head and mussing your hair a bit.
“I’m good, kid, but I’m grateful you’re feeling better,” he said, his voice genuine. You’d always hated when he called you ‘kid,’ as he was only a few months older than you. But, right now, you were more than happy to hear him say it.
With laughing exclamations, they all asked what you were doing and how you’ve been and if you felt any better. Amongst the constant picking you were getting from some of your classmates, you’d taken a couple days away from class and the boys because you were ‘sick.’ With white lies peppered in here and there, you explained that you were feeling much better now that they were here and that you were pretty sure you’d had some kind of stomach bug. It wasn’t totally a lie as you’d felt nauseated all weekend thinking about going back to class.
“Ready to go back to class?” Enzo asked, finally pulling away from you and allowing you a breath. Your stomach twisted at his words.
“Yeah,” you chuckled nervously. “I guess I am.” Theo and Enzo smiled in response, but Mattheo gave you an odd look, raising one of his eyebrows suspiciously. You shook your head at him.
For the last month, a couple of your classmates had been mentioning things in passing to people around the school. A few of your other acquaintances, outside of the boys, had informed you of the rumors being spread. Awful things, mostly about the boys. Things you’d never even considered to be a possibility.
Luna, a friend of yours from Herbology, mentioned that some Gryffindor had spoken to a couple of her friends about you in Potions. The Gryffindor had said that you were only friends with the boys because you were interested in their money and status, and that the boys only kept you around because you were easy. That last part had made your stomach broil.
You had never, ever even wanted anything more than what you currently had with the boys. They were your best friends—almost like brothers—and there was nothing more you craved from them. Being away from them for multiple days at a time felt like you were separated from family members, not lovers. And you had never so much as mentioned their money—in fact, you refused to let them pay for dinner the majority of times. You hated when people paid for your things.
Needless to say, the words had hurt you deeply, and you’d begun to wonder how many other people thought these things about you.
You wondered that until you overhead someone talking about you in a class last week. Little whispers had been passing around behind you the entirety of the class anyway, but when you’d heard your name, you’d whipped around to see who had said it. And lo and behold, there sat the Gryffindor girl with her group of friends. Only, this time there were others leaning in and listening. Fellow Slytherins, no less.
“Are you talking about me?” you’d asked, your eyebrows furrowing in hurt and anger. Nervous eyes had glanced back and forth and all around until the Gryffindor girl—Nancy McLaggen, you’d learned was her name—spoke up with a cruel smirk on her lips.
“We were just wondering if a couple rumors were true,” she’d said, faux innocence painted on her face.
“Rumors about me? What rumors?”
“Well, we all had heard from someone in Ravenclaw that you’re being passed around the Slytherin boys.”
You had nearly choked on your spit. Nancy refused to wipe the smirk off her face, and the people around you had begun to listen in as well. Expressions of shock and amusement were scattered throughout the classroom, and you couldn’t handle it anymore. You’d swiped your books together and excused yourself from the class, ignoring your teacher’s shouts to explain yourself.
And those were the events that had led you to where you currently were—miserable and pretending to be sick to avoid your peers. It was pathetic, but you couldn’t help it. You hadn’t been able to defend yourself in class last week and you were worried you wouldn’t be able to defend yourself if it happened again.
And there was no way in hell you were telling the boys about this. There would be no hesitation from any of them to defend you, but that was exactly what you were worried about. If they tried to help you, it would only worsen your current condition. Everyone in school would see the action as them protecting their little sex toy.
Merlin, you were so embarrassed and hurt, you couldn’t stand it. You felt nauseated again.
“Actually, boys,” you started, pressing a hand to your forehead. “I’m still feeling a little sick. I might wait until next week.”
“Next week?” Theo exclaimed. “How sick are you? Are you sure you don’t need to go to the infirmary?”
“No, I’m fine,” you sigh. “You go ahead—”
“No, we’re not going anywhere!” Enzo suddenly interrupted, stepping in front of Theo. You were a bit taken aback by the sudden spike in volume.
“En, I’m fine—”
“No, there’s something very wrong, and you’re not sick.”
“Guys, please just—”
“I agree with Enzo,” Theo interrupted. You glanced desperately at Mattheo, hoping someone would stand on your side.
“Something’s up,” he shrugged. “You don’t even look sick, kid.” You rolled your eyes. That annoyance was back.
“I said I was fine, why can’t you guys believe me?” you asked, sighing at their resilience. You wanted nothing more than to be alone.
“Because we’ve known you since you were eleven, just like you’ve known us,” Theo said. “Would you just let us be if one of us was acting the way you are?”
His words gave you pause. He made a very fair point. If any of the boys standing before you was behaving as you were, you’d be concerned. You felt a bit of guilt in becoming so angry with their protectiveness. They just wanted to help—just as they always did.
“Please tell us what’s wrong,” said Enzo. You tear your eyes from theirs, finding the lines of tile in the floor.
No matter how hard you tried to ignore their pressing stares, you couldn’t. You knew you needed to talk to someone—especially one of them. If they found out through someone else, who knew what they’d do. You pressed a frustrated hand to your forehead. The pure shame you felt from having to tell them what you’d been hearing the last week felt almost synonymous with running through the halls of the castle naked.
“Okay,” you sighed in defeat. “Last week, Someone started passing some rumors around the school—rumors about me.”
The boys seemed to glance between each other a few times before resuming immediate interest in your words.
“I know that there were a few girls from Gryffindor involved; Luna was the one to tell me about them…” you paused for a moment, gathering what little pride you had left. “They’ve been telling everyone that you guys have been…passing me around.”
With the last few words, you heaved a sigh of both relief and defeat and lowered your head farther into yourself. You felt nauseated and wished you could disappear.
In a breath of time, Mattheo’s knuckles clenched painfully loud as he turned on his heel and slammed the dorm door open.
“Mattheo, no—” you started to shout, tossing yourself toward the door. Theo and Enzo caught you against them, blocking your path.
“Guys, stop! Let me go!”
“You couldn’t have expected us to hear that and be totally fine, could you?” Theo smirked, pressing a small kiss to your cheek. You groaned and shoved away from them, backing farther into your room.
“It doesn’t matter,” you shrugged. “I didn’t tell any of you who I was talking about.”
“You said it was some Gryffindors, right?” Enzo asked.
“Yes, but do you have any idea how many Gryffindors are in this castle?”
“Enough.” Theo grinned wildly, his lips spreading evilly. The two boys crossed their arms and stood resolutely in front of the door.
“He’ll never figure out who it was,” you taunted, crossing your arms. Then just below the three of you, you heard a sharp shout of rough consonants.
“WHO THE FUCK WAS TALKING ABOUT HER?”
At the sound of Mattheo’s tone, the two boys exchanged an excited glance and quickly pushed themselves through the door. As they unblocked your path, you sped toward the door.
Just as you reached the gaping threshold, they slammed the door shut right in your face. You pressed your body against the door, beating your hands on the solid wood.
“THEODORE NOTT, LORENZO BERKSHIRE, OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR!” you shrieked over their mocking laughter on the other side.
Something heavy clunked against the door and acted as their replacement as their chuckling voices disappeared down the hall.
No matter how hard you banged on the door’s solid wood, you realized you were never getting out of this unless—
You gasped and backed away from the door. Your wand. You could blast the door to pieces and repair it later.
With a successful smirk on your lips, you ran over to your bedside table and reached for the thin piece of material.
And just as your fingers curled around the wand, you heard a distant shout of “Accio!” Then your wand was flying out of your hand and zipping towards, then under the door.
You shrieked in anger before collapsing against your bed. You couldn’t believe that was going to go any other way, considering how well you knew the boys. It was well out of your hands now.
“You’ll thank us later, darling,” Enzo’s laughing voice was heard distantly through the stone walls. It took only a second for it to be drowned out by your frustrated groans and Theo’s taunting against some unknown assailant. You just hoped they wouldn’t hurt any of those students too badly…sort of.
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writingwithfolklore · 11 hours
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Kill Your Darlings
                This is another one of those common pieces of advice that gets traded so often it’s somewhat lost its meaning, similar to “write what you know”. Kill your darlings doesn’t mean ‘kill your favourite characters’, or even ‘take away what your characters love most’ (though that’s good advice for your midpoint.)
                Kill your darlings means ‘get rid of what’s not serving you’. That may be a character you like but ultimately adds nothing to the plot (or adds something another character could easily also add), a plot point that is exciting and fun but takes the story off the rails, or even as specific as a line of dialogue you love but just doesn’t fit into the conversation anywhere.
                It means, even if you love it, if it isn’t serving your story it’s gotta go. Cut out the fluff. Kill your darlings. In work that’s intended to be professional, this is incredibly important (fanfic writers and people just writing for yourself, you get to do whatever you want haha).
                To make this easier, I keep a separate document I call the “graveyard” where I put everything I cut out of my draft. Scenes, lines of dialogue, or even ideas I had to strike all end up in the graveyard where they’re safe. This way, if I ever want to use them in another project (or they end up working out after all), they’re somewhere I can find them again.
                What’s another piece of advice you find gets taken out of context or misunderstood?
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ghostly-prompts · 1 day
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Prompt #618
We may no longer be together, but your birthday still comes up in my calendar every year.
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unboundprompts · 8 hours
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Random Prompt #122
"I am so tired. I think I'm losing my mind."
He glanced over his glasses to look at them. "I think that's actually the sedative I put in your drink." He checked his watch. "Yes, it should be kicking in right about now."
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Prompt #1084
"Please, swear you won't be mad at me."
"I feel anger rising up."
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writers-potion · 2 days
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Writing Toxic Parents
They are Manipulative.
Guilt and shame are their two most beloved tools here.
Because they are emotionally precarious, they know exactly how to put someone on the hook.
They hold time, money, friendships or other items as pawns and batter the child's self-esteem to submission.
They may try to gain control by being overly critical of the child's decisions, even as an adult.
They are Abusive.
Abuse doesn't have to be hitting, yelling, threats or something totally obvious.
More subtle forms of abuse like name-calling, shifting blame, silent treatment or gaslighting are equally damaging.
Many parenting strategies like grounding, restricting TV time, or having curfew can turn into abuse if applied excessively and forcefully; often with the intention of making the parent satisfied that they've "taught" the child something.
They Have No Boundaries.
This can manifest in various forms. It may be the parents pushing their child into a specific way of life for self-satisfaction.
It can be the parents projecting their inner insecurities onto their child, like how almond moms underfeed their children "for their own good".
The child in this case may tire from their intrusive tactics (which often continues into early adulthood) and simply give in out of frustration or exhaustion.
Here's a list of questions to determine whether your protagonist has a toxic parent(s):
Are they told they're constantly bad?
Are they forced to care for their parents at a young age?
Are they scared to show their anger or frustration to parents?
Do they keep secrets from their friends about what happens at home?
Do they just feel they will never live up to their parent's expectations?
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Reference: <Write Great Fiction: Plot and Structure (techniques and exercises for craftin a plot that grips readers from start to finish)> by James Scott Bell
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VALUE yourself before anyone else..
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Text: The hallways in the manor are impossibly long. It is my job to run through them counting doors, and report the number to the butler every evening. Today we hit a new record. 251.
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3hks · 3 days
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Substitutes For "Dead Parents"
Okay you guys! I mentioned this in a past post, but when it comes to family, some of ya'll are just... not creative. And don't get me wrong, having deceased parents is deep, dark, and hard, but at this point, a lot of readers simply overlook that because it's just that common. Not to mention, a lot of you guys aren't doing nearly enough with that information! So, for this post, I'll give some new examples relating to "family struggles!"
>> Neglect: Neglectful parents often don't give their child enough attention, time, or care. They don't always hate their kid; quite the opposite, really, they can still love their offspring and are simply unaware that they are being neglectful. This happens for a multitude of reasons: all their attention is focused on a different child, they're busy, or they're just uninterested in their kid's activities.
>> Abuse: Abuse is rather straightforward; it can be physical, mental, or even both. Even if it's only physical abuse, it can heavily damage the child's mental health and make them question their self-worth.
>> Fighting: I think that a lot of us have endured our parents fighting, and I'm fully confident that none of us enjoyed it. It's incredibly difficult for a kid to listen to their parents fight without knowing how to stop it, being stuck in the middle, and even worse, being the center of the argument. As it escalates, the child may even feel neglected, because their parents are only focused on each other.
>> Absence: Like neglect, these parents don't devote nearly enough attention and time to their child. However, this is because they are hardly present in the household to begin with. Normally, it's their career that keeps them away, leaving their kid to raise themselves.
>> Controlling: Oftentimes, controlling parents are found in, believe it or not, more successful households. Kids who have parents that own a successful business or are powerful in general are sometimes raised to follow those footsteps regardless if they want to or not. If they don't want to, as a result, they are kept on a tight leash. Controlling parents can also be found in stricter households.
>> Toxicity: Toxicity, a form of emotional abuse, can come in many forms, gaslighting, demeaning words, constant criticism, comparison, etc. Frequently, the child is unaware that their parents are being toxic until a third party points it out to them. This is because they've only known their parents acting in toxic manners; thus, it becomes their norm. However, it's also entirely possible for the parent to be oblivious to the fact that they're being toxic.
>> Distant: Being distant doesn't always have to be because of some crazy reason; they might've been a very happy and close family once, but as time passes on, they just simply start drifting in their separate ways. It's not the same as neglect or an absence; the child is usually able to adjust to it easier, and it might've even been their choice to be distanced from their parents.
>> Child Responsibility: This is a scenario where the kid acts more like a parental figure--they have to take care of both themselves and their family. In some situations, they also have to work in order to supply their family with enough money to be able to pay for life necessities. This normally happens when a/the parent(s) are out of commission and struggle to provide for their family. If the household is poor, the child might be working alongside their parents in an attempt to make their lives easier.
Did I miss anything? Let me know what you guys think about these substitutes!
Happy writing~
3hks :D
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daily-prompts · 3 days
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prompt 2395
Against your better judgment, and for reasons you can't quite pinpoint, you pick up a hitchhiker. Once you're back on the road, they begin a conversation. Write that piece of dialogue.
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