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potatoesfuelthesoul · 25 days

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You ever just have the artistic need to revisit old fandoms? No? Just me ok

Ngl, have to say I really miss Yugioh, both as a story and just the early fandom. Story wise, there’s so much potential in Yugioh, and while I really love the anime and manga, there’s still so much to write about. Yugioh got dark at times, and I love seeing how dark some fanfiction artists can go with it, just exploring relationship dynamics and just the history of the Millenium Items. That’s not to mention the complexity of the characters in the show and their actions involving literal murder/attempted murder, brainwashing, mutilation, themes of depression/ptsd, and a lot more (that’s just the literal anime and manga too)

But!! Most importantly, I miss what could have been for Bakura, both the TK/Zorc Bakura, and Ryou. Ryou was such a background character despite being a character with his own spirit that had its own intentions throughout the entirety of the series. He was such a sweet character that deserved so much more screen time and more development. Maybe some more explanation/story about his deck or his past, or even more about how he struggled with the ring.And, despite him serving a key role for the big bad (Yami Bakura/Zorc) he was just pushed to the background as a barley present character. Plus, still wish Yami Bakura got some kind of redemption arc, even as “villainous” as his character was, seeing as he was just as much a victim of Zorc as everybody else (plus having to watch his family die as a child, and being stuck with a literal god of darkness for 3 millennia, feel like he should have got retribution of some sort)

Idk, probably just me. So, being bored and all, I’m attempting to write a redemption fic, so we’ll see how that goes. Thus, random Yugioh fanart filled with our favorite characters + some OC work for story. Story is called Emissary of Ra on ao3 if anyone wants something to read. Its not the greatest and starts off mainly oc centric, but I’m hoping that it turns out pretty decent and well updated in the coming months 👍👍

#Yugioh #yami marik #marik ishtar #yami bakura #thief king bakura #fanart #procreate #novice artist #novice writer #oc art #yugioh fandom #fanart for fanfic #my attempts at drawing anime characters with braids #been writing this since 2020 #yu gi oh

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sketchy-sketches · 6 months

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Jurassic Park 3 AU

This is my JP3 AU, I am a novice writer so be kind but constructive criticism is appreciated. <3

Chapter 1: Montana Dig Site

In the foothills of Montana, Dr. Alan Grant hunches over to examine a recently uncovered fossil, the hot midday Montana sun beating down on him. He lightly traces the femur bone of the creature, brushing away the burning sand surrounding the bone, noticing a fracture in it.

“Billy,” Grant said. “ it was injured. It most likely died in a fight with another dinosaur, or it was left by its pack to die because of its wound. A fracture like this would make it unable to walk.”

Billy looked up from his clipboard and bent down to look for himself. Billy Brennen was a young fit man, standing about five and a half feet tall, with short hair. He took the back of his pencil to point out another break in the animal's vertebrae.

“I think it could do less than walk, I don't think it could move.” Billy studied its ribs and noticed tiny marks on the ribs.

“It was alive when the scavengers got to it. But it couldn't move. I've seen these marks on other fossils, but these ones are smaller and more careful, meaning that the scavengers were wary of the situation.”

“And that's why we keep you here Billy,” Alan said with a laugh. He stood up with a grunt, with his age it was deserved, being a nearly 60-year-old man. “Vicious creatures,'' Alan said under his breath.

“Velociraptor?” billy asked

“You can debunk that it was eaten alive but you can't identify the creature with confidence? Kids these days.” Alan chuckled as he spoke. “You will get there one day. But at least you got it right, have confidence Billy." Alan began to walk away, still lecturing Billy about how he is smarter than he thinks. Billy wrote down all of the notes they made on his clipboard. Smiling at the fact that he got it right. He looked up to Alan, like the father that he never had growing up. Billy had graduated top of his class in paleontology from Harvard University. He was a smart man with a child-like love for these creatures, but it's not like everyone in the dig didn't have the same love for them. Billy is simply intrigued by these giant creatures because they were so different from modern animals, yet they weren't, they have so many similarities to modern birds and reptiles. It's amazing how life changes to its surroundings, life is truly one of the most powerful forces, because no matter what, it finds a way to keep living. He bent back down to continue to study the raptor, noting things like size, estimated age, and what fossils are missing from the animal.

Alan walked into his tent, setting down his tools, and brushed the dust off his hands. He sat in his desk chair and studied his fossil records. He looked at the newest discovery, the raptor. He compared it to the ones he encountered so long ago. He knew how dangerous they were, but they are so different from what they would have been in reality, Ingens monsters only looked like dinosaurs, though they were far too reptilian compared to recent discoveries. That is the issue with bringing back and trying to recreate extinct animals we have never seen, we can never truly know everything about them, so we can never truly have them back. “Damnit Hammond” he cursed.

Alan leaned back in his chair and sipped the coffee on his desk. He checked his watch, seven fourteen pm. Alan began to stand up and head to his bed to lie down. Billy abruptly burst through the entrance of the tent, speaking frantically at Grant. Billy made swift gestures with his hands and ran out of the tent. Grant, still confused by what just happened, was only able to make out “we found something amazing” and to follow him. Grant stood with another grunt and began speed walking out of the door. As Grant exited the tent, the cool dusk air hit his face and he walked towards Billy, rushing him into the tent.

Grant stepped into the lab tent, looking around and seeing all the scanners, 3D printers, and other technology.

“Dr. Grant! Look at this!'' Billy exclaimed with excitement. Alan walked towards him, getting closer to the machine Billy was standing at.

“Alan, we discovered something amazing about velociraptors, look at the screen” he studied the monitor, it showed a velociraptor skull and neck bones, adding 3D modeled muscles, then suddenly it stopped to show a highlighted area of the throat, then continuing to finish the tissue and feathers.

“What is it highlighting?” Grant asked.

“It's a syrinx, they could vocalize, Alan”

“Like birds?”

“Maybe better”

“Incredible…”

“This is something that could be in so many species, Raptors, Triceratops, Procompsognathus, maybe even the Tyrannosaurus”

“different species would most likely have different capabilities for producing sounds, meaning the development of communication could be based on intelligence”

“Raptors being incredibly smart would be able to communicate well, while triceratops would essentially be an oversized rhino”

“This is amazing Billy, this information will fund our dig for at least 3 more years.”

Alan patted Billy on the shoulder and smiled. As he walked back to his tent to turn in for the night, Billy took out his phone and dialed a number. After two rings, someone on the other side answered.

“It's me,” Billy said gravely, “I got something I think you are going to like.”

#tumblr fyp #i like dinosaurs #jurassic park #Jurassic AU #my au #dinosaurs #dinosaur au #horror #paleontology #novice writer #writers on tumblr #writing

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tyler-t0t · 2 months

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Here's chapter 1 of a researcher x subject story I came up with. This will be a bit of a slow burn and warnings will be posted for each update

Aegis

Chapter 1: Promotion

It's my first day since I got promoted from data control to actual researcher technician, and if I'm being honest, I can't tell if fear or excitement is winning. In data control, we just organized the researchers’ notes and pulled out files when they were called up. Now that I'm a research tech, I get to work directly with all the bizarre creatures and entities in our facility.

When I first accepted the data control job, my friends and family were all too eager to learn more about the mysterious organization I'd work for. I simply told them it was like a real life SCP foundation. I wasn't lying, but none of them took me seriously. Especially since I'm not allowed to share any details without compromising the confidentiality of the organization.

I now stand at the main entry gate to AEGIS, the world's maximum security prison and research institute for supernatural or otherworldly entities. I walk to the large tungsten door and complete the 5 step security code processing unit, which consists of a retinal, audial, and palm scan, on top of a 16 digit personal access code. Once inside the building, I'm given my Oculus. The Oculus is a specially designed eye piece that allows me to detect what is real and what may be being manipulated by one of the entities in the facility.

As soon as my Oculus is secured and synced, I navigate my way to the Director of Entity Research. When I enter his office, I see piles of strewn paperwork and files stacked haphazardly on any surface available. I then take note of the manl sat at a half covered cedar desk, dressed in khakis, a well fit baby blue dress shirt and a labcoat. The D.E.R. is a tall, sturdily built man, I'd guess in his early 50s, named Maxwell Shein. He's muscular, but still has some of the pudge typical of a middle aged man.

“Good morning Mr. Shein. My name is Alexia Wolfe. I was just transferred from Data Control.”

He immediately lowers the lid of his laptop and greets me with a bright grin.

“Good morning Miss Wolfe. It's a pleasure to have you in our research department. I see that before you joined the AEGIS you had worked for an animal rehabilitation clinic in the Rockies, is that correct?”

“Yes, sir. I was responsible for daily feedings and veterinary check ups.”

“Splendid. That type of background is precisely why I wanted you. I'd like to have you working with the entities in sector 6. These creatures are our more earth-like entities and for the most part are more cooperative. Although, I must warn you about a certain few that you'll want to be cautious of. Entities 41, 63, and 005 are particular menaces. “

“ In what way, sir?”

“Each entity's abilities and tendencies are recorded in their briefing file, which will be waiting for you at the security checkpoint.”

@volchistavalkyrie

#black wolf #science #novice writer #monster fucker #monster boyfriend #monster romance #werewolf #werewolves #soul mates #mates

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mirapril · 5 months

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You and Ellie going out hunting for food after Joel got stabbed

The whole time you’re just whispering to each other to be quiet cuz you’ll scare away the animals

You end up playing around for a bit and throwing snowballs at each other

After being out for a while the snow started to pick up so you both decide to leave

Ellie was occupied thinking about other things so you decide to steer the horse back to the house you left Joel in

Ellie ended up wrapping her arms around you from behind and rested her head on your shoulder while you cruised along

You get back to the house and tie up the horse while Ellie headed inside

You soon join her and you both end up snuggling together in the corner and taking shifts where one sleeps and the other watches over Joel

Soon you’re both asleep in each other’s arms

#first post #kinda trash at writing #tlou xreader #ellie williams #gn reader #fluff #drabble #novice writer #ellie the last of us #ellie x reader #x reader #tlou #x gn reader

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moonfallchild · 4 months

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"When Hope Dies" by Aster E. Prince

#poetry #poem #poems #poetry community #poems and poetry #novice writer #writers on tumblr #writers and poets

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taylor-5724 · 8 days

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The music is dead and the flavour is gone

The colour and vibrance are dim from the fog

The cold is still biting with all of its force

And now dissolution is taking its course

The market sells death and I can't help but buy

The market buys life and I can't help but die

#creative writing #novice writer #poetry #poetry literature #writers and poets #words #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #writing

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bagsofbones63 · 5 months

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The Boar and the Blanket

This story is a continuation of The Boar and the Bat that takes place several hours after the events of the first story. I had a lot of fun writing it and hope to expand more on the two OCs in the future.

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Three things shot to the forefront of Avalanche’s mind when he woke. First his left eye seemed unscathed from the match and was able to take in the flickering of the wrestling clinic’s shoddy ceiling lights quite well. Second, his body from head to toe felt like shit. His left eye and the back of his head being the two major culprits in the shittiness he felt. Third, he was freezing cold. A look down revealed that he was still dawning only his not so insulating wrestling trunks. “I get this place sucks but they couldn’t even spare a blanket for me?” He whined.

He heard a chair scrape across the floor as if in response to his complaints. The sound of heels on the hard floor followed. “Crud,” he thought. “Nana Taylor’s here.” Nana Taylor was one of two physicians at the wrestling arena’s in-house clinic. The wrestlers lovingly dubbed the small feline Nana Taylor for her graying fur, sagging skin, and ever so loving and ever present scowl. If there was a contest for who was the most judgmental person in a nursing home she’d surely win it. The sounds of heels were replaced with the swishing of a curtain as the hag revealed herself.

“Nana Taylor!” Avalanche exclaimed with forced enthusiasm. “It’s so nice to see you”

“Sit up before you speak to me,” she snarled.

Knowing it was best not to argue with her, he powered through the paint and fulfilled her request with only a few moans of discomfort.

“Quit whining Warren,” she snapped. “There are more important problems than a big boar like you getting hurt in a tussle.” She clicked her tongue before continuing, “You don’t need a blanket anyway, you have more than enough blubber to survive the winter let alone a cold room.”

“There’s muscle there too!” He countered.

“I’ve seen babies with more!”

Warren let out a defeated sigh, arguing with Nana Taylor would only be an exercise of futility.

“So what’re the issues with all this,” He said while gesturing towards his whole body.

Nana Taylor numbered her fingers as she listed his conditions, “Bruising across the body, several scrapes that needed sterilized, a laceration across the left eye requiring stitches, you’re welcome by the way, head trauma to the back of the skull resulting in a concussion, a wounded sense of pride, a lack of gratefulness towards your doctor, the inability to prevent yourself from whining, a lack of general decorum, need I continue?” The daggers in her eyes told him how to answer.

“No, no…no,” he let out with dejection. “I got the point.”

“Good,” she responded with false glee. “Going on to treatment, first, we need you to stay the night here so we can monitor your concussion.” She paused in anticipation for a complaint. She let out a small satisfied smirk when she didn't receive any. “After that, the lucky boar gets two weeks paid medical leave to rest and recuperate at home before he throws himself into another injury and another visit to his favorite doctor.” She ended the sentence with blunt sarcasm. “Any questions?”

Warren opened his mouth to speak.

“No? Great!” she clapped her hands together, putting a pin on the conversation. “Anyways, I’m off to my office to get some rest,” she said while walking out of his line of sight. “Notify me if you or your roommate decide to start dying in your sleep. But please, try not to. I've been told I’m a bit rude when I get woken up early.”

“Wait, roommate?!?” Warren shouted. A door slammed and the lights dimmed in response.

Exasperated with the lack of answer, he threw a palm to his head without thinking. The piercing pain and grimace that followed combined to create a feeling of stupidity in the boar. “I hate doctors,” he whined openly. As if in response, the sounds of bedsprings stretching came from his left. He turned his head to the noise and asked through the curtain, “How about you roomie? You having the time of your life too?” A thud followed by the sound of footsteps responded. They were followed by the swish of the curtain as his roommate revealed himself. Standing there was the bat wrestler El Vacio donning his black tights and white wrestling briefs combo. Atop his shoulder rested the most wondrous item Warren had ever coveted, a blanket.

Several thoughts made a mad dash in Warren’s mind. “What is he doing here? Did I actually hurt him that bad? I need that blanket.” Before the boar could act on any of his thoughts, Vacio made his move. The bat took a step closer so that he was right at the edge of Warren’s bed and brought his face close to Warren’s eyes. Warren was taken aback with how his enemy’s eyes were now a dim and serene green, a contrast to the fiery red he saw before being knocked out. The bat’s eyes started to shift, their luminescence grew in intensity and the color changed from green to an electric blue. Warren felt he could lose himself in Vacio’s eyes if he stared too long. The display was cut short as Vacio quickly pulled back and shoved the blanket into the boar’s face, aggravating his head injury. The pain brought Warren’s anger at the bat to the forefront of his mind. He pulled the blanket off his head and shot a side eye at the bat. “I’m not thanking you,” he spat out. He pointed to his stitched eye. “A blanket isn’t going to make this go away.” The bat reacted by lowering his head and taking a step back. Warren threw an accusing finger at Vacio. “Now I suggest we both go to sleep and agree to never have our agents let us get matched again, that sound like a plan to you?” The bat remained still. Warren snorted at the lack of an answer. He wrapped himself in the blanket and turned his back to the bat before laying down. The bat stood for several more seconds before slinking his way back into his blanket-less bed. The duo went to sleep discontented.

Chatter Chatter Chatter

An inkling of Warren’s consciousness appeared before fading away.

Rattle Rattle Rattle

“Five more minutes,” he whispered.

Chatter Chatter Chatter

The boar almost fell out of the foreign bed as he reached for an alarm clock that wasn’t there. The near fall gave him a burst of energy, like an early morning triple shot espresso. He sat up and brought a paw to his head. The stabbing pain of earlier had faded into a dull barrage of pinpricks. “At least it didn’t get worse,” he thought.

Rattle Rattle Rattle

Warren flashed a look at the noise. It was emanating from the small shivering mass atop of El Vacio’s bed.

“Serves him right for almost blinding me during our match,” he thought. He wanted to ignore the bat, tuck himself back into his bed, and sleep the rest of the night away. But, a feeling of guilt ate at his insides. He was never one to enjoy another’s suffering. If someone in the room had to freeze in the night he’d rather it be himself than Vacio. Warren rose from his bed, blanket in hand, and tiptoed to the bat’s bed. He looked down at him. Vacio was lying knees to chest in a fetal position. Intermittent tremors racked his body. A chattering sound was coming from his bone mask, or was it his face, Warren still couldn’t decide. Before he could second guess himself, he placed the blanket on the bat. He watched as the tremors subsided and the rattling came to a silence. Content with his humanitarian work, Warren tiptoed back to his bed and began to lay down. He had barely even closed his eyes before he was hit with a familiar soft object. It was the blanket. Warren shot a look of anger at the bat who was now standing next to his bed. With an exasperated grunt Warren got out of bed and stared the bat down. He took the blanket and thrusted it into Vacio’s chest.

“You need it more, ” he whispered with thinly veiled annoyance. “Now go to sleep.” The bat’s eyes turned a dull red as he shoved the blanket back into the boar’s hands. They repeated the same song and dance several times before Warren decided to end the time loop.

“Listen!” Warren spat out. “I’m not going to sleep unless I know you’re warm so this game you’re playing,” he poked the bat’s chest for emphasis, “is pointless.”

The red in the bat’s eyes grew in intensity before dissipating and reforming into an electric blue. He shoved the blanket into the boar’s hands before hopping onto the foot of Warren’s bed and adopting a criss-cross sitting position.

“What are you doing?” Warren grumbled.

The bat responded by pointing at the annoyed boar before moving his hand to point at the opposite side of the bed. Warren let out a long sigh before following the bat’s directions. He sat opposite of Vacio in a similar criss-cross manner with the blanket atop his lap.

“Now what?”

The bat poked the blanket before miming throwing it behind him and spreading his arms.

“Like…like a cape?” The confusion was obvious in Warren’s voice.

The bat shook his head yes. The boar shook his head in disbelief before following Vacio’s instructions. He sat there, arms outstretched like a bird trying to attract a mate, the blanket acting as artificial plumage. Vacio rose to a standing position on the bed before turning around.

“What are y-” Warren lost the ability to speak as the bat plopped himself onto the boar’s lap. Magma rose to the surface of Warren’s face. A jackhammer whirled to life in his chest as his heart rate rose. His brain froze.

“I-Va-wha-” He stammered as the bat grabbed the boar’s arms and wrapped them around himself, encasing them both in the confines of the blanket. A feeling masquerading as nausea appeared in Warren’s stomach. It clawed to his chest before urging his heart to move. In reaction, his heart produced unexplainable music. The percussion of the drum that was his heart sent a vibration through his body. The harmonic notes overpowered all other sounds, including his voice of reason. He hugged the bat tighter. Warren could feel a similar beat from the bat’s heart as their bodies drew closer. The symphony created by the two hearts sent an electric feeling through Warren’s body. He wondered if Vacio felt it too. He wanted Vacio to feel it too. He had to feel it too. The feeling remained as the two sat there silently listening to the music of their hearts. Even as sleep overtook them the feeling remained. That feeling will always remain.

#boar #furry #story #wrestling #bat #An elderly cat woman that's kinda extremely mean #Enemies to lovers #smol bat #Beefy boar #I still don't exactly know what to put down for tags #Warren #Avalanche #Vacio #novice writer #I'm thinking of doing another story from the perspective of Vacio that takes place after this one before starting to space events out more

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aesopsoul · 23 days

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an introduction

hi there! i'm ryan, a digital media production major and a creative writing minor at elizabethtown college. i write mainly poetry, short stories, and streams of consciousnesses.

some of these projects are either complete or in progress, so constrictive criticism is always welcomed! most of these works have been submissions for classes or the campus literary magazine fine print. or sometimes just things i write to get something out there!

thanks for sticking around, and welcome to my blog!

#writers on tumblr #creative writing #poetry #short story writing #writeblr #novice writer #poets on tumblr #new blog #new writers on tumblr

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ludovicawrites · 2 months

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Good night, Wakers. I didn't upload anything because I was doing the handwriting; however, I'm going to post it tomorrow. Have a good night and let's shine~ ✒️☕🎥🔦

#ilkka villi #alan wake #writers on tumblr #writer thoughts #just a little lady who loves coffee #novice writer #thomas zane #thomas zane vibes #alan wake 2 #alan wake fan #writer and poets #poets on tumblr

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604to647 · 6 months

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New Things!

So I've been dipping my toe into the fanfic writing pool and it's daunting! I'm not a creative by trade but I'm enjoying myself; maybe I'll never even post what I write but at least it will exist outside of my brain? Yay!

I'm currently working on a multi-chapter modern AU with Retired Mob Enforcer/Boxer!Din Djarin x Reader. It's angst heavy because I've been feeling feelings lately, but with a planned happy ending. I have a rough multi-chapter outline, which is super overwhelming not only because that's a LOT of stuff that needs to be converted from thoughts to words, but I also haven't yet developed any discipline in writing so who knows how long I will take to complete (forever? never? ha!). What's been kind of fun and has been good practice, I think, is writing a few one shots that would be stand-alone, but would fit into the AU/timeline of the "main" fic once it's (eventually) completed.

Anyways, my brain is churning and I'm nervous but in a great way. There are so many amazing writers whose work I enjoy on here; I hope I won't be too out of place among them! Any advice or encouragement is welcome 🥰 Hope to have something to post soon(ish) 😊

#first time writing #novice writer #help im nervous #pedro pascal characters #din djarin #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin x reader

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serephinastardust · 6 months

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Demon Sickness

Woke up today, a day to heal,

But darkness and demons, found a crack in my wheel.

For soon my healing had turned to sickness,

Miserable, and weary, had willingness to die.

The mess I became was a sudden onset.

Caught me by surprise, the demons were sly.

Family could only watch, as I struggled to heal,

Though sometimes the demons used them as torture.

The day soon disappeared before the demon got tired,

But still I'm not well yet, as I feel partially destroyed.

So I'll lament for the moment, a wasted day did go by,

And pray for a blessing, as I roll my die.

Will I land on a 1 or land on a 20.

#poet #female writers #my writing #writers on tumblr #writers blog #novice writer #writers and poets #poetry #original poem #poems on tumblr #spilled poetry #poem #poets on tumblr

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thealmostfamouswriter · 28 days

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Is Getting A Literary Agent Risky?

You’ve completed your manuscript and you want to publish your book but you don’t know the process. Research is resourceful but it’s not effective if you don’t know what to look for.

There is a plethora of publishing houses to contact and seeing that makes your mind spin. You’ll also see links to literary agents with click baits “we’ll make your book a best seller guaranteed.” You click and you’re engulfed with promises and reviews that you can’t substantiate are legit. The urge to hire an agent is strong because your gut screams that in your hands you hold a book you believe will be a best seller. First time authors tend to see the positive hype of agents promising to make you a best-selling author, but before you decide to hire an agent, you must research further his or her resume to know if they can do what is promised.

Not everything you read is legit. Independent agents are not always truthful with their professional resume. Their website maybe designed sharply with photos of popular books, authors, and testimonies to validate the agent’s expertise. Looks too good to be true, right?

The Association of Literary Agents is a good source to reference for legit agents. They provide names and bios of recommended agents for you to contact if you decide to go that route. Another resource is the Seymour Agency to find an agent that is suitable for your publishing needs. But for independent agents, you can go onto the author’s website to legitimize the agent; also, social media will have authors to advise agents if they used one. Not all independent agents are scammers, but unfortunately, the bad ones make it harder for good agents to obtain work.

Keep in mind that agents will require a contract to hire them. Some require payment upfront and they will all take a percentage of your royalties. All will request to read your manuscript before they decide to work for you, some may even advise you to make changes to make your story impactful to an audience in the genre you’ve written. But if one should ask you to send them your original manuscript, don’t do it. Send them a watermarked copy. There are many horror stories about agents that deceive new authors by taking payments, taking manuscripts and disappearing for an extended period of time - forever. It’s a blow to the gut when you realize that you’ve been duped and your manuscript is forever lost. (Please, always have copies of your story and never, I mean never, send an original.)

If you can afford to hire a literary agent, by all means, do it. If finances have you strapped, know there are more cost effective ways to get your book read, but you just need to apply effort to market yourself. Though the process maybe stressful, it’s a learning experience altogether that helps you grow as an author.

Until next time… happy writing.

Photos: *Raindance Film Festival

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sketchy-sketches · 4 months

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Chapter two:

The Kirbys

Paul paced around his living room, his fists clenched as he walked from his kitchen entryway to his bedroom door. Walking back and forth. He occasionally stopped and stared at the phone for a moment before he scoffed and continued pacing, hours he spent just nervously walking. Until the phone rang and he picked it up instantly,

“Yes? Hello?” Paul said instantly, not giving the man on the other side a chance to answer.

“Mr.kirby? This is Mr.Walker from the US embassy, Costa Rica, we still have no information about your son.” The man said

“Then call me when you do.” Paul Began to put the phone back on the phone back when he heard the man say something.

“What was that?” Paul said curiously.

“Mr. Kirby, I think its time to accept the inevitable, he’s gone sir, its been 6 weeks since he disappeared.”

“Well maybe if you did your job instead of wasting both mine and your time we would have found him by now!” Paul shouted into the phone, balling his fists.

“With all due respect sir, why would you let your son go parasailing in the middle of the pacific, it's almost impossible to say he is alive.”

“Listen Mr.walker, I told you to call me only if you had information, I did not ask you to tell me to give up, I asked you to find my son, so unless you are telling me that you found him, do your job.” Paul slammed the phone down and threw himself on his couch, beginning to sob to himself quietly. Suddenly his phone began ringing again. He opened his eyes and groaned as he stood up. He read the caller ID on the screen.

“Amanda…” he mumbled softly. “Hello Amanda” said as he picked up the phone.

“Any news on Eric?” She asked. Paul could hear that she was holding back tears, he shook his head.

“None, but they are still looking.” Paul paused for a moment. “How are you holding up?”

“About as well as a divorced mom who lost her boyfriend and son can.” Amanda spoke somberly. Paul's heart broke for her, he knew this was a lot for her. If their son Eric going missing wasn’t bad enough, she also lost her boyfriend, Ben Hildebrand.

“I’m sorry Amanda, we will find him. I know he is okay, I can feel it” Paul reassured.

“I hope you are right. I'll talk to you tomorrow, let me know if they find anything. Goodbye Paul, take care.” Amanda said, pauld could hear her voice breaking and could tell she was holding back tears.

“Goodbye Amanda.” Paul hung up and put the phone back.

He checked his watch, seven fourth seven pm. He walked into his kitchen and grabbed a microwave dinner from his freezer, and put it in the microwave. He walked out to let it cook and sat on his couch turning on the tv as he put up the leg-rest. As the news talked about the weather, Paul cried silently, clutching his fists.

Paul woke up slowly, stretching his arms above his head. He got up off of the couch, wiping the dried tears off his face. He went to his kitchen to get his “morning life,” or at least that’s what he would tell Eric when he would watch his dad drink it every morning before he drove him to school. Paul smirked at the memories, then sobbed at them. He missed the mornings he would drive Eric to school, singing their favorite songs together, laughing at jokes. Paul missed both Eric and himself, he missed the happy man he was, how he viewed the world as kind and giving, rather than cruel and greedy. Paul set his coffee on the counter and went to his room to get dressed. He put on his button-up shirt and jeans. He rubbed his neck as he walked to his front door and grabbed his keys, humming his store's tune as we walked out of the door.

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