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'Phantom Pleasure' Masterlist
Johnny Storm x ghost!Reader
When playboy Johnny finds out his new home is haunted, he's half-scared, half-intrigued. You laugh at his jokes and put up with his awful behavior, but since you can't leave, that shouldn't surprise him. After a while, Johnny needs more. He needs to see you, and he needs to know how you died, who you were, and why you're there. How can he get answers if you don't remember? How can he be with you if you still don't exist?
Romance 🔥 || Smut 🦆 || Angst ⛈ || Fluff 🌼 || Dark Fic 🌘
Warnings listed at the beginning of each part. Please read all warnings carefully and do not read if those subjects upset you.
Land-Locked
Air-Tight
Well-Suited
Based on this concept/ask.
Drabbles:
Heat Tank (Johnny gets to kiss you for the first time)
[Main Masterlist; Ko-Fi]
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Femme Fatale (2002) dir. Brian De Palma
#femme fatale#filmedit#movieedit#userstream#filmgifs#dailyflicks#useranimusvox#userbrittany#moviegifs#brian de palma#rebecca romijn#antonio banderas#gregg henry#rie rasmussen#my gifs#neo noir#mystery/suspense#2000s#flashing gif#movies
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[PX Fic Rec 104] 雪域幻境
by 熙山居
Translated title: Snowland Fantasy
Relationship: Zhang Qiling/Wu Xie
Writer's attribute: PingXie
Status: Complete + Extra
Language: Chinese
Length: 23 Chapters + Epilogue + 4 Extras
Tags: AR Setting/Canon Divergence—After Sand Sea 3
What's inside the fic: Third Person POV, Action/Adventure, Mystery/Suspense, Outsider Perspective, Godfather-Son's bonding moment, Master-Apprentice's bonding moment, Window Paper, HE
Warnings: Mild Gore (illusion), Li Cu feels like replacing Liu Sang XD, a little of HeiSu moment (maybe the writer didn't mean it romantically, the pairing in this fic is only PingXie as written), PingXie is Li Cu's godfather
About this fic:
Zhang Qiling was finally out of the Bronze Door, but it wasn't Wu Xie and Pangzi who picked him up. What happened to Wu Xie and why did he get out of the Bronze Door a few months earlier than their agreement?
Personal opinion:
This is one of popular PingXie classic fanfictions recommended by many people, and I also recommend it (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
Unlike other PingXie fics which usually only focus on their relationship, this fic gives us another different insight of the "ultimate" and "bronze door" from the canon version. This is the reason why I put this fic under the "canon divergence" tag. The writer did a good jod to build the bridge between "Sand Sea" and "Ten Years". Even in "Tibetan Sea Flower", they filled the gap about what happened to Zhang Haixing... I like this one (◡ ω ◡)
The interesting point about this fic is although there is a seemingly heavy plot, the relationship between the characters are also written carefully. We could see PingXie from different perspectives, such as Li Cu and Zhang Haike. There are hidden jokes too to help ease the tension.
And then about PingXie, Wu Xie's personality is unique, it's different in each stage, but actually his true nature will never change. In this fic, he was supposed to be in Sha Hai state or "邪帝", but when he faced against Xiaoge he could change back to his innocent self (NPSS also implied it in an interview here). It's not unreasonable, I'm glad that the writer considered this matter. I think Sha Hai Xie is like a self-preservation, he changes to this personality when he is in danger or getting bullied. When he is in relaxed state, he won't show his fangs, it's no secret that Xiaoge is his sense of security. The "邪帝" in Sha Hai was filled with resentment in his heart that he couldn't let go, he felt uneasy and unsafe, he became the person he hated the most, isn't it sad to see Wu Xie like this? (｡•́︿•̀｡)
The change of attitude isn't merely for the sake of shipping them, but it's also a part of his character. The writer didn't overstate this fact nor did they neglect it, I think it's adequate. It's really a good fic! ✨✨
Where to read: Lofter
#pingxie#pingxie fic rec#zhang qiling x wu xie#daomu biji#dmbj#px fic rec 101 to 110#ar#canon divergence#action/adventure#mystery/suspense#window paper#outsider pov#multichapter#熙山居
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Book Review: Because I Could Not Stop for Death by Amanda Flower
#BookReview "BECAUSE I COULD NOT STOP FOR DEATH by @aflowerwriter is the kind of book you want to curl up with on a rainy day. Or a snowy day. Or a completely sunny day..." #cozymystery #EmilyDickinson #HistoricalFiction @BerkleyPub @BerkleyMystery
BECAUSE I COULD NOT STOP FOR DEATH by Amanda Flower
SERIES: An Emily Dickinson Mystery #1
GENRE: Historical Cozy Mystery
PUBLISHER: Berkley
RELEASE DATE: September 20, 2022
PAGES: 334
Emily Dickinson and her housemaid, Willa Noble, realize there is nothing poetic about murder in this first book in an all-new series from USA Today bestselling and Agatha Award–winning author Amanda Flower.
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No One Would Notice But Him
His name: Cornelius Leopold Philips. Destined for scientific breakthrough. Cornelius or “Corny” as others called; going to get his high school diploma, get his billion initials behind his name and obtain at least one PhD before 21.
Of course, with this monumental IQ, Corny windowed the inner social club of all the popular kids, regardless of grade. Only freshmen, sophomores and juniors nerds worshipped Corny, treating him like a god every second they got.
It’s a Friday afternoon, and all the seniors raved about the typical weekend parties. Who’s hosting again? What’s the address of that other party? Who’s going? Who’s swiped their older brother’s license and buying beer? (Which would sometimes score a free invite to said party). Corny hardly cared about that, he’d go on to spend his weekend time practically; reading science journal articles and binge watch old Star Trek series. Someone broke Corny’s thoughts.
“Hey, Cornelius, are you coming-” Yes, you’re right, the most popular senior girl literally talking to Corny. Straight-A student, Captain of the Soccer team, co-captain of the cheerleading squad, a drama club member, founder of the history through films club and class co-president of Class of 2003, Julia Hannah Stewart. Corny stopped dead in his tracks, dropping his Star Trek ballpoint green ink pen.
“Uhh...hey Julia...What do you want?” hey can’t blame my guy, he hardly ever speaks to popular girls, let alone the popular girl.
“I’m just trying to ask you if you wanted to come to Jackie’s party tonight? It’s one of the last ones she is throwing before her end of high school party.”
“But I thought you guys didn’t like me, always outsmarting you, always telling on you guys. Being a pain in the donkey according to my older brother.”
“Haha, Cornelius. Yeah, that kinda’s true but not everyone hates, The student body loves you, the drama club adores, and I think a few girls in the cheerleading squad have a little crush on you. Come on, most of the jocks either get too drunk and leave and the other jocks are still stressing about college scouts, so they all go to the Edge. I wanted to have something called a “Dream Session”.”
“So, a big Senior sleep-over, no thanks Julia, I’ll stick with own bed.”
“This “Dream Sess.” Will be different, come on what’s the worst that could happen?” She sounded convincing.
“Oh, Alright.” Corny that she was cute.
The tiny stain never came out. Oh crap...
A Series of Short Stories
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Review: A Fabulously Unfabulous Summer for Henry Milch by Marshall Thornton
Title: A Fabulously Unfabulous Summer for Henry Milch
Series: The Wyandot County Mysteries: Book Two
Author: Marshall Thornton
Publisher: Amazon/Kindle Unlimited
Length: 245 Pages
Category: Murder Mystery
Rating: 5 Stars
At a Glance: Marshall Thornton seems to be going the route of “experience is the most brutal teacher” with this character, and Henry might just be starting to learn a lesson or…
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Aaaaaa new chapter AND new cover
Chapter 4
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No matter how fast he ran, those bare trees seemed so far away from Zion. The air was so cold, he could taste blood in his mouth as his heart worked overtime. But he had to keep going. He had to keep running. Run until he could hide in those trees and hope the snow falling from the sky now would eventually bury him in the cold, dark earth.
The tears in his eyes felt like they were freezing as soon as they spilled out, shaking his head while he muttered in heavy and quick breaths: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
It was too late for sorry now, little lamb.
His little world was only a murky beige and grey as he kept running, hardly able to feel his feet now. But those damn trees were too far for him to catch. He realized that when he heard his name being called it was getting closer.
Now the blood on his back felt hot.
Zion awoke with a jolt, his breath caught in his throat as his eyes snapped open. He stared at the ceiling for a while as he shifted his breath to a normal tempo, his eyes flickering as he studied every crack and spot.
As he sat up in his bed, he realized it had been a while since he had had a nightmare like that. He could have sworn he left all that behind in New York. He let out a hoarse sigh, pushing inky strands of hair back; the kind of hair he just could never get to cooperate, and got out of bed.
It was Sunday, after all. But there was no rest for him.
He hated to admit it, even to himself, but he was hoping Rosemary would be at his sermon. Even after the sun came up, bringing the unforgiving heat with it, his parishioners rolled up the gravel road leading up to the white chapel. He stood in the shade on the porch, greeting those who came in and watching the children in their Sunday best chase each other under the massive willow tree right by the holy building. Even once they all came and sat on the old, wooden pews, he kept his eyes out for a head full of wild red curls. But disappointment was all he found.
He should have known she wouldn't come, the witch she was. He wondered what she even did with the bible he gave her. Probably chucked it the second he was out of view, or maybe drew satanic ruins on it all in spite of him. Wicked lamb she was. He only grew more frustrated thinking about her and was losing his focus on the sermon. He would deal with her later.
The air was thick and humid by the time the sermon was over and everyone had left the chapel. Zion went back to the podium to collect his notes and bible, letting out a heave of a sigh as he rested his forehead against it.
"Lord, I'm not gonna make it..." He muttered to himself, feeling the sweat on his back trickle down.
"Hello?" called out the smallest voice. Zion's head snapped up, his pear-green eyes wide hearing the sudden voice. There stood Rosemary, closing the wooden doors behind her as a small smile crept over her lips "I'm a bit late, huh?"
A scowl stretched over his face, slowly shaking his head. He knew better, she wasn't really here for church. There was something written across her face that screamed otherwise. But he decided to play her games. "And why are you late?"
"Well..." she shrugged sheepishly as she walked down the aisle. Zion's harsh gaze roamed her up and down. If she was here to attend a sermon, her attire was much too inappropriate. Her tiny black dress showed too much leg and cleavage. He took notice how...round her features were. Every nook and cranky on her was a soft and pale curve. Even her nose and eyes held no straight lines, no harshness to her. He blinked when he realized he hadn't heard a word she had just told him.
"What was that?" he asked with a quick shake of his head.
"I said everyone in this town looks at me as if I've killed their firstborn son?" she repeated with an arch of her brow "It's why I didn't come to your sermon. I didn't think anyone would be comfortable with me sitting in these here pews."
"They would have been happy to have you here."
"You don't know them the way I do." She said as she approached the podium, getting up on her tiptoes. She crossed her arms and rested them on the edge of the podium, her chin nestled on top. "I did you a favor, Father. But I'm here now, aren't I?"
Zion didn't like how close she was to him like this. How comfortable she was lounging on his podium. His scowl only deepened, then he noticed something tucked in her elbow.
"What is that?"
"I made you some bread." She smiled up at him "I thought maybe it would make up for being late."
"You made bread instead of coming to my sermon, I assume?" he asked in a deadpan tone.
"Hey, it's better than out sinning, Father."
"You're still sinning as long as you're not accepting Christ and continuing your witchcraft. Being endearing like this isn't making up for any of it."
"You think I'm cute?" Rosemary grinned widely up at him. The priest's face flushed at the implication that he thought she was cute. He felt she was far from that.
"I did not say such a thing." He replied defensively.
She only kept up that shit-eating grin, her head slightly tilting to the side.
"Well, I think you're cute." she added cheerfully. "Anyway, you hungry? I worked up my appetite walking all the way here."
Zion's face reddened even further, unable to fully admit to himself how much her playful teasing made him squirm.
"I..." he trailed off, trying to piece himself back together after being caught in her flirty trap.
"Come on now, I want you to try this bread I made you. Let's eat outside, it's stuffy in here. I may burst into flames if I stand in here any longer." She said with a playful smirk, pushing herself off the podium and headed for the doors. Zion felt like he couldn't say no to this. He began to wonder if he kept up this friendly little act, she would start to submit. It wasn't his usual forte, but whatever got her to admit her soul was spoiled.
They went outside together, the sun peeking through the clouds as the cicadas sounded like white noise to Zion. Rosemary found herself a seat under the willow tree, sitting right down and began to take the tea towel off the basket that held the loaf of bread. Zion stared down at her for a moment, not truly liking the idea of sitting in the grass. Yet he did as she did, keeping some distance between them as he folded his legs.
"It's honey-lavender bread. I hope you like it." she said as she took a butter knife out of the basket and sliced him a piece. He took the piece of bread from the witch and took the smallest of bites. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at the bread in his hands, Rosemary happily eating her own slice.
"This is...divine. Truly divine." He admitted, taking a second bite to taste it in full "You made this all by yourself?"
"Yes sir, I did." She boasted with pride, taking another bite of her slice "I like to bake when I get the chance. I usually don't when it's this hot out, but I made an exception for you, Father."
Zion glared at her from the side of his eyes, indulging in another bite of her bread. He swallowed, taking a breath to speak but she beat him to it.
"You got any hobbies? You know I like gardening and baking. Now you tell me what you do." She insisted on him telling her, licking off some crumbs on her bottom lip. "Besides praying and reading the bible."
Zion brushed the crumbs off his black trousers, thinking for a moment if he should answer her question.
"Well, my religion and priesthood is something I consider a hobby as well." he answered in all seriousness, his thin lips pressing together as if to hold back any more words. But when those cobalt blue eyes of hers laid on him, he felt a weakness he had never known before "...when I was younger, I drew a lot. Lately I find myself writing a bit more though."
"You're an artist?" she gasped as her eyes grew wide with excitement "Oh, tell me more! What did you draw? Do you still draw?"
Zion's pale cheeks heated up with embarrassment, pretending there was an interesting shaped cloud up in the sky to hide his face. "Like I said, it was only when I was younger. I don't really remember what I drew, it was so long ago."
"Well, what do you write now?" she leaned forward, her fingers slowly raking through the grass.
"All sorts of things, I guess." he shrugged "I usually just keep a journal of my theological studies. Sometimes I just...write whatever comes to mind. About how I feel, what I felt the Lord had told me. Sometimes my dreams, too."
"Oh, you'll have to read it to me sometime. Especially about the dreams, I love hearing people's dreams." she gushed "So much symbolism behind them, or they're even prophetic."
"I'm not reading you anything I've written." he snorted, turning his head back to her "If anything, I'd like to know if you read that bible I gave you."
"I did." she answered with a nod. Zion opened his mouth to give her another lecture at how uncooperative she was, until he realized that she said she did.
"...you did now?"
"Mhm," she nodded again "Funny stuff, I gotta say."
"It's not a comedy." his eyes shot daggers at her "What on earth did you find so humorous about it?"
"Well, I just find the whole thing...hypocritical."
"How? How is any of it hypocritical?"
"Well, to be fair I just kinda skimmed over a few pages. But Jesus walked on water? He turned water into wine? Broke a piece of fish and bread and was able to feed hundreds of people? Now that's witchcraft, Father." she pointed to him as she leaned to the side, propping her elbow into the grass and rested her head on her hand.
Zion felt his already short fuse with sinners like her nearing its end. He took a breath, trying to have some sort of patience with her.
"It wasn't witchcraft. He was performing miracles."
"With magic."
"Miracles are not magic. Magic is evil, all magic is evil!" he snapped, waving his hand.
"Who's to say I'm not performing miracles?" she asked, pointing to herself as a grin slowly melted over her lips.
"Do not flatter yourself, devil woman."
"So what, only Jesus and priests like you can be the only ones here doing what is technically witchcraft, but you get off Scot-free if you call it a miracle?"
"Miracles are made from the Lord. Magic is made from the devil. You're making it much more complicated than it is."
"But I told you, I don't worship the devil." She reminded him. He closed his eyes and let out a heavy breath.
"You are truly the worst sinner I have ever met. You know that?" He opened his eyes once more. Rosemary just looked back at him like he had complimented her.
"So why are you sitting here with me eating bread I made you instead of ridding me of this town?" she asked, though there was a sense of a challenge laced in her voice. He looked at her through his brows, not enjoying just how much she did challenge him and his words. He wanted to cleanse this town of her, surrender her to the devil if she keeps putting up a fight. And yet...she made him bread.
"It is a....temporary break from my duties." his gaze softened as he mumbled the words "I will not hesitate to take action against you if you do something.... unholy."
"Well, I suppose Sunday is the day of rest." She smirked, as if she should be the one letting him off the hook "I'll be waiting for the day you force me into holy waters or chase me out of this godforsaken town with your torch and pitchfork, Father"
"I shall be awaiting the day with a steady heart and strong resolve, witch." Zion couldn't stop the grin tugging at the corners of his lips when he said this. He truly meant this; he will cleanse that depraved soul of her whether she liked it or not. But he liked the way the light shining through the willow tree danced on her.
Rosemary pushed herself off the ground, now resting her back against the bark of the tree, her eyes locked onto him the whole time "So Father, where did you say you were from again?"
"I never said."
"So tell me."
"What I did tell you was that it doesn't matter to you."
"It does if I'm asking."
"Do you ever know when to quit?"
"Obviously not."
Zion let out a sharp breath and crossed his arms. "I'm from New York."
"You got any family back up in New York that would miss you? Parents? Maybe an ex-girlfriend who's heart you broke when you decided to become a priest?"
His face dusted pink when she said this. He had noticed she was rather perceptive, but now it was like she was trying to tap into his deepest insecurities.
"I did have a girlfriend before I became a priest...a long time ago now." he admitted, trying to keep his tone firm and unfeeling as he spoke.
"You did?" she gasped, seeming surprised with herself that she was right "Oh, now I gotta hear everything about your old beau. What was she like?"
Zion was caught off guard by how pushy she was being. But he was too tired and hot to put up much of a fight.
"It was a long time ago now. I hardly remember." he answered shortly. "She was nice to be around. She was a devoted catholic too. But I felt the calling to be a priest sometime after high school, so I broke up with her. It wasn't an easy time for either one of us. But it was the right thing for me."
"Oh, I can imagine." She nodded, sounding surprisingly compassionate towards this "Shame priest can't be with a woman. Not even for a good time."
A sense of uncomfort stirred in Zion's belly when Rosemary sounded so sympathetic about the situation. He was beginning to wonder how much she actually cared for him. Was she really so interested about his history? Or was it another attempt to get under his skin?
"I must uphold my duty of celibacy for the sake of the church. My duties to God come all above else, and God knows it was not an easy choice to make."
"Hm, God truly knows how to take the fun out of everything," She sighed solemnly "All just to show that you're a loyal servant."
"I would much rather be a loyal servant to Him than be some sinful, pleasure-obsessed man. But of course, you do not seem to have the same mindset..." he narrowed his eyes on her.
"I enjoy life's pleasures and everything it has to offer." she said simply as she looked up at the swaying branches above her "I love good food, good sex, and the freedom I have to choose who I want to be in this lifetime."
The priest felt his mouth twitch into a half smile. It was ironic, the witch's definition of a perfect world was utterly opposite to his. A world of pleasure, a world free of morality and responsibility. But to him, that was a perfect image of hell.
"As I said, our lifestyles are completely different. You live for pleasure, and I live for virtue. Pleasure and virtue do not mix."
"Maybe not. But they make good company." she smiled softly at him. His eyes bore into her, her cheeks red and glossy with sweat as she turned her head and looked at him. She gave him a smile, and he did not return one to her. She didn't seem too bothered by this.
"Well, I best get back now. I heard on the radio this morning that there's a storm coming this afternoon." she said as she stood up and stretched her long legs. "You keep the bread, I'll come back for the pan later. Or you can come drop by with it, whichever you'd like."
As she stood and got ready to leave, Zion let out a soft sigh, feeling relieved and disappointed simultaneously as the witch's presence was no longer pressing down on him.
"You go on ahead then. I should be going as well." he said as he stood up as well, brushing the dirt off his bottom. Rosemary gave him one last big smile as she waved, turning to the grey and gravel road.
"Bye now, Father. Stay outta trouble, you hear?" she called out to him. He gave her a single wave and watched her until she was just a small figure in the distance. The strange sensation he felt in his chest remained as he watched her leave. Was he feeling loneliness? Or something else? It was something he couldn't put his finger on...
Zion needed to go pray before he lost his mind.
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Blog Tour, Exclusive Content & Giveaway: Mann Hunt by Peter E. Fenton
Blog Tour, Exclusive Content & Giveaway:
Mann Hunt
By Peter E. Fenton
FROM POPULAR AUTHOR OF LGBTQIA ROMANCE FICTION PETER E. FENTON
Book one in the Declan Hunt Mysteries series
How far would you be willing to go to finish the job?
Declan Hunt is having a bad week. His kidnapping case is showing little progress, his office assistant has left him on short notice, and his latest investigation has…
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Security Force of Two #MFRWHooks
Welcome to #MFRWHooks! On the first day of Spring, SECURITY FORCE OF TWO, book one of the Mountain Town Mystery Series, burst onto the scene with 5-star reviews and awards. A former CIA agent and a Special Forces vet return to their small hometown for different reasons none of which includes involvement in an investigation of the new police chief’s murder.
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The nostalgic scenery of Scooby Doo 🔎🕯️💀🦇
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MURDER, CORRUPTION, MOVIE STARS, ROMANCE!!!
MURDER, CORRUPTION, MOVIE STARS, ROMANCE!!!
“Trouble In Glamour Town” by USA Today Bestselling and Award-Winning Author, S.R. Mallery
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IS IT A MODERN DAY TV SHOOT ‘EM UP?
No. It’s 1926 Old Hollywood, and a film producer is gunned down in cold blood. In comes Rosie, a pretty bit-player, who, in spite of her stage-mother’s expectations, just longs to be happy. Silent screen idols Clara Bow, Gloria Swanson, Lon…
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[PX Fic Rec 114] 無頭
by vomisa72
Translated title: Headless
Relationship: Zhang Qiling/Wu Xie
Writer’s attribute: PingXie (unverified)
Rating: G
Status: Complete + Extra
Language: Chinese
Words: 298,221
Tags: AU Setting—Crime/Mafia AU, Criminal Investigation, Clear Water, Ambiguous Relationship, HE
What’s inside the fic: Third Person POV, Mysterious (to avoid spoilers) Ping × Police Officer Xie, Mystery/Suspense, Horror/Supernatural
Warnings: Mild Gore, Genderswap Da Kui → Pang Kui, a vicious(?) Wu Yiqiong, Minor Character Death
About this fic:
Wu Xie is a new police officer in recent years, he was assigned to work in the criminal investigation team. One day, they found a headless corpse in the mountains of the North District. And then the story began...
Personal opinion:
Honestly, I don't really remember the detailed plot since I read it a long time ago. At that time I hadn't read the book yet, so I couldn't judge the characterization, but I have a good impression of its story maybe because I'm fond of criminal investigation fics ( ╹▽╹ ) PingXie is very subtle here, that's why it's rated G, but remember that this is also a criminal investigation fic that deals with murder cases... Anyway it's an interesting story with canon ambiguous PingXie. The romance isn't the strong point, even until the end they are still ambiguous hmm... but overall, I like it! ✨
Where to read: AO3
#pingxie#pingxie fic rec#zhang qiling x wu xie#daomu biji#dmbj#px fic rec 111 to 120#au#crime/mafia au#criminal investigation#mystery/suspense#horror/supernatural#ambiguous relationship#clear water#multichapter#vomisa72
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First Line Friday (week 391): Disappearance in Pinecraft
It's time for #FirstLineFriday - come over to the blog & share the first line of a book you're reading (or want to read)! Today I'm featuring DISAPPEARANCE IN PINECRAFT by @LenoraWorth!
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Happy Friday & welcome to the First Line Friday link-up! It’s time to grab the book nearest to you and leave a comment with the first line. Today I’m delighted to feature the first line of Disappearance in Pinecraft by Lenora Worth. I always enjoy Lenora’s books, though I’m behind on her recent books. This one really has my attention, and the first chapter excerpt I read has me even more eager to…
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Writing Problem: The Scenes Are Void of Meaningful Conflict
Problem: The Scenes Are Void of Meaningful Conflict
Solution: Character growth and story arcs don't occur in isolation. Conflict-guided scenes and conflict-guided storytelling, more broadly, open the narrative to moments in which the characters are continuously tested to validate their knowledge, skills, or relationships.
To drive the story forward with measured purpose, focus on building, developing, and testing a character's desires. If necessary, implement story or relational dynamics to economically assess, judge, and curate a character's failure (and the consequences thereof). Conflict needn't be grandiose; writers must be in tune with the different levels, types, and intensities of conflict that drive their story. Conflict should be multifaceted.
Writing Resources:
A Few Words About Conflict (Glimmer Train Press)
Conflict Thesaurus (One Stop for Writers)
6 Secrets to Creating and Sustaining Suspense (Writer's Digest)
Emotions in Writing: How to Make Your Readers Feel (Jericho Writers)
The Primary Principles of Plot: Goal, Antagonist, Conflict, Consequences (September C. Fawkes)
How to Master Conflict in Young Adult Fiction (Writer's Edit)
Failure, Conflict, and Character Arc (Writers in the Storm)
❯ ❯ Adapted from the writing masterpost series: 19 Things That Are Wrong With Your Novel (and How to Fix Them)
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Review: Interwoven by Ripley Hayes
Title: Interwoven
Series: Daniel Owen Welsh Mysteries: Book Eight
Author: Ripley Hayes
Publisher: Amazon/Kindle Unlimited
Length: 281 Pages
Category: Mystery/Suspense
Rating: 4.5 Stars
At a Glance: Interwoven is such an inspired title for this final novel in the Daniel Owens Mysteries series. Kudos to the author for using it to such great effect. If you’re a completionist who waits to read…
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"Wh... Who are you?"
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I couldn't resist. 🙇♀️ Here's another quick scene I made for the body swap concept, this one directly inspired by your inquiries!
A little gift for @pianokantzart, who seemed especially invested in Luigi's side of the story.^^ Enjoy!
#This is only one of the MANY different versions I've explored for this scene!#I chose this one because it was the most eerie out of the bunch 👀😅#Poor Luigi#He knows#and that makes him even MORE of a target ><#Mario#Luigi#Body swap#personal concept#mystery#suspense#mild angst#Super Mario Bros#fanart
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