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[plotandelegy]

Unleashing Creativity: Top Ways to Generate Unique Fantasy Story Ideas

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Welcome back,

There's no denying that fantasy has been at the core of some of the most enchanting, daring, and downright unforgettable tales (for one reason or another) that have shaped the literary landscape. Who doesn't love the thrill of journeying to some new adventurous place with otherworldly creatures and epic battles between the forces of dark and light? Personally, I'm all about the dark side. Even for the most seasoned writers sparking the imagination can be difficult. Things like inspiration seem elusive as a dragon hiding in a mist-covered mountain. Today, I will cover a few ideas to find your muse. My muse sometimes hides in a dumpster...so let's find better ways to do this, shall we?

People Watching, with a Twist: Observing people in everyday situations can be a great source of inspiration. Now, add a layer of 'What If?'. What if the barista at your local coffee shop could control elements? What if the older woman feeding pigeons in the park was a retired warrior queen? This exercise allows you to create complex characters with intriguing backstories, ripe for the world of fantasy.

Travel Through Time: History is brimming with periods that, with a little twist, can become fantastic settings for your story. Victorian England's social hierarchies, the Renaissance's scientific innovations, and the fierce battles of Feudal Japan offer fertile ground for fantastical tales. Weave in elements of magic or mythical creatures, and you have an intoxicating cocktail of historical fact and enticing fantasy.

Bioinspiration – Fantasize with Flora and Fauna: The natural world is a veritable treasure trove of inspiration. Let's call this approach 'bioinspiration.' Start by exploring Earth's biodiversity's peculiar traits, behaviors, and survival mechanisms. Why not envision a species that communicates like whales but hunts like a pack of wolves? Or perhaps a plant that blooms under the moonlight and has the power to manipulate time? The possibilities are endless when you fuse the wonder of our world with a dash of fantasy.

Take a Hike (Literally!): When was the last time you truly engaged with the wilderness, the mountains, or the sea? Natural landscapes are rife with potential for fantasy storytelling. As you walk through a dense forest, consider the creatures that might inhabit such a place in a fantasy realm. That murmuring stream could be a water nymph's dwelling, and the wind howling through the canyon might be a dragon's call. Try to visualize your surroundings through the lens of fantasy — you may be surprised at what your imagination conjures up!

Harness the Power of Music: Like music, few things can stir the soul and spark the imagination. A piece of music can evoke many emotions and images depending on its rhythm, melody, and harmony. Try listening to music without lyrics (like classical, orchestral, or ambient music) and let your mind wander. Picture the scenes that the music evokes. Is that tranquil harp melody the song of a peaceful elven village? Does the tumultuous symphony represent the climax of an epic battle? Use these mental images as a springboard for your fantasy narrative.

So there it is, everyone. Five unique ways to draw up some inspiration. Go find your muse!! Probably shouldn't have said mine hides in a dumpster. I'm all about being superstitious, so I'm sure she'll never speak to me again.

Happy Writing,

Indigo Everly 

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[nas2pt0]

The Soul's Quest

In the silence between breaths, within the echoes of unsaid whispers, I embarked on a journey. A quest, not of maps and compasses, but of the uncharted terrains of the self.

The symphony of existence, played in the minor notes of the heart, led me through the labyrinth of desires and dreams. A dance, not in conventional rhythms, but in the syncopated beats of emotions.

Amongst the ruins of shattered illusions and fragmented memories, I sought the fragments of tranquility. A mosaic, pieced together not by logic but by the mosaic of experiences.

Through the veils of illusion and the haze of fleeting moments, I traced the silhouette of peace. A canvas, painted not by brushes but by the strokes of intuitions.

Dear traveler of the unseen paths, listen not to the spoken words but to the silence between the lines. For in the spaces between the syllables, the whispers of the soul echo in the corridors of understanding.

In the end, it's not the words on this parchment that unravel the enigma, but the resonance of interpretations. Dare to decipher the cryptic codes embedded within, for therein lies the key to the elusive treasure - the symphony of inner tranquility.

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[isloveworthdyingfor]

Siren Song of the Spar

(Major Gabriel Steele) The overhead lights hummed softly, their glow throwing sharp contrasts onto the gym floor. But all they managed to highlight for me were the sapphire sparkles swimming in Nic's eyes. Every time she landed a hit on the bag, her fervor sliced through the dullness of my day like a lighthouse piercing through the fog.

I watched, heart pounding in sync with the rhythmic thuds of her gloves against leather. She moved with a purpose, a force that drew me in repeatedly. It was a familiarity that never waned; each session with her felt as charged as the first, a forbidden rhythm that thrummed through my veins.

"Keep your guard up," I instructed, though she hardly needed reminding. Her dedication was palpable, etched into the lines of concentration that furrowed her brow. I took a step closer, close enough to catch the scent of her determination mixed with the sweet tang of exertion.

"Like this?" she asked, demonstrating a perfect defensive stance before resuming her assault on the bag.

"Exactly like that," I confirmed, keeping my tone steady despite the undercurrents swirling between us. The urge to reach out, to correct her posture with hands that longed to linger, was a tide I fought to resist.

"Good, because I plan to knock some sense into this thing," Nic declared, her laugh a clear challenge to the inanimate opponent before her.

"Wouldn't expect anything less," I replied, echoing the silent promise I made every time I watched her spar: to protect, cherish, and keep the boundaries clear, even when every fiber of my being wanted to blur the lines.

The heavy bag swayed with each impact, its chains creaking under the force of Nic's kicks. Sweat beaded on her brow, and I couldn't help but admire the sheer focus she brought to every movement. She was poetry in motion, a dance of strength and willpower that captivated me beyond reason.

"Rotate your hip more on the next one," I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. Our proximity was a constant test, a siren call I struggled to ignore.

She paused mid-strike, glancing at me with those oceanic eyes that seemed to see straight through to my core. "Like this?" she asked, executing a kick with flawless precision.

"Exactly," I replied, trying not to dwell on how the thin fabric of her tank top clung to her skin or how her hair, damp with effort, had come loose from its bun to frame her face in golden wisps.

A jolt shot up my arm when my hand brushed hers as I adjusted her wrist. Her skin was warm, alive under my fingertips. I withdrew quickly, masking the unintentional caress as nothing more than necessary guidance.

"Sorry, just making sure you don't strain anything," I mumbled, feeling the redness creeping up my neck.

"No problem, Sir," she breathed out, a hint of something unreadable in her tone. Was it my imagination, or did her gaze linger a fraction longer than necessary?

"Keep the pace, Nic," I urged, stepping back to regain some semblance of control. The echo of our touches lingered like ghosts, haunting the space between us. "Focus on the rhythm," I instructed, even as my own rhythm faltered, betraying her effect on me.

"Always do," she said with a wry smile, resuming her attack on the bag.

I watched a silent lookout, battling the duality of my role. Her trainer, sworn to professionalism; yet a man, undeniably drawn to the enigma that was Esther Nicholette Sullivan.

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[asterlune]

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[ancientroyalblood]

The Impact of Poetry in Prose: Weaving Verses into Narratives

Prose and poetry often dance hand in hand, intertwining to create narratives that transcend the boundaries of traditional fiction. The fusion of poetic elements within prose is a captivating art form that adds depth, beauty, and a rhythmic flow to storytelling. Let’s explore how the infusion of poetry enriches narratives, imbuing them with emotional resonance and literary allure. The Harmony of…

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[sawyerandrobbie]

Held prisoner by wretched frigging in Sawyer And Robbie

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[notsouniqe]

When I was a kid most of my friends kept dreaming of becoming adults. I've never had that dream. I've always looked into the future with the disturbing feeling of longing for what I will lose along the way. I was almost sure all the good things would come to and end.

I'm 23 now. Sometimes I have this dream. I'm kneeling on the floor of my childhood room, looking under the bed, desperately trying to find something I lost. Then I wake up knowing the things I'm looking for can never be found again.

~ by me

#childhood #poeticprose #prosaic poetry #universal experience #poetry #female poetry #literature

[yesimmortalspiritblog]

~~~Premaid vs. Precreated~~~ A poetic prose born from a statement holiness recently said to me in a sleeping dream. Statement: "Remind my children of the difference between premaid and precreated." I immediately understood what He is talking about being that He taught me the difference years earlier. I do write about it in detail in one of my manuscripts. The detail is not in the prose, but, I am sure you will get the idea. I wrote it as it came through. One day, I may post an excerpt of the detailed difference from my book. I will implement this piece in the manuscript that gets into detail. Peace all you majestic souls of love and light!🕊🙏💞💞💞🕊 #premaidvsprecreated #premaid #precreated #creation #prose #poeticprose #essaywriting #prosewriting #poetrywritings #memoryloss #carrythecross #psychodelic #imagination #imaginationarts #imaginationart #psychodelicimagination #enterimagination #imaginations #imaginationcreatesreality #realityofimagination #makingdesign #infear #indarkness #bydesign #createinloveandlight #create #inlove #inlight #creatingmyreality #creating (at Worldwide) https://www.instagram.com/p/CdzRBUeFgPS/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[kiramalibu]

i am usually good at halting

my brain from wondering

but last night it took a trip that

i didn’t want to be spectator to

it questioned everything i knew

and all of the people i love and came

back with three requests

to do more,

to try harder, and to

love myself better

yesterday i went on a vacation

and i found everything that i wanted to be

i was high on a dream that didn’t require sleep

kira malibu

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[chrisxvi]

Full poem...

i peak over the edge, arm dangling, my voice falling into the abyss--dropping into the darkness below. it's waiting to catch me off guard--to chew, swallow, and finally, to regurgitate me as a broken slimy barely-human being. i move back back away from the black and then i feel it: a cruel boot on my back shoves me forward. i skidder to the edge. one more kick does it. empty space engulfs me lacing its misty fingers around my throat almost cutting off life. i'm falling falling wrangling and struggling for my life. must breathe. breathe. i land. on substance surprisingly soft. my hands are cramped from clenching so so hard. my breath comes in ragged gasps. i merely lay there exhausted from the struggle. is that....moss? i slit one eye. and behold a luscious garden. Rainbow arches over me. i stagger to my feet wondering if i'm in heaven. but no. my going through hell has brought me to a happy place. i breathe a sigh of thanks for the owner of that boot.

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[alisonekurek]

Poetic prose and paint, polymer clay and wild felt roving hair 💀 New painting for the Lewiston Art Festival THIS WEEKEND 🎨 I’m at Center Street and 6th and OMG! This is the only full sized outdoor festival I’ll be in for all of 2020 and 2021! #originalart #art #painting #chakras #poeticprose #artfestival #artfest #lewistonny #lewistonartfestival #skeleton #wnyartist #artoftheday #artofvisuals #alisonekurek #buffalony #polymerclay #mixedmedia (at Lewiston, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/CShR_bsL9hC/?utm_medium=tumblr

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[tessa-has-a-writeblr]

White Vinegar, a poem

He tells me he loves me 

But I know as well as you know as well as he knows that he will never love me

Not in the same way that he loves the drinks on his table

Or the drugs in his nose

I tell him I love him 

And I mean it

With every fiber of my being 

I ask if he would die for me 

And he asks what there is to die for? 

He could never die for a shell of a girl 

But he could die for the white lines on his nightstand 

He asks if I would die for him 

And without hesitation I say of course

Because I would

My smile is all teeth but I am all bark and no bite 

My showers burn again and I blame the blood in the drain on the boy who keeps me tethered to him by throwing me scraps of who he was when we first met 

My only personality trait is loving the wrong people right and missing the point

Because the point is not that he said he loves me 

But the point is that he does not mean it. 

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[poetdreamerfool]

bullet diet

you can’t skip forward and there ain’t no rewind stuck in the now by design we was throwing up Instead of growing up cultural bulimia, gang signs; I’m Older now my dreadlocks got hang time and I no longer mistake fangs for smiles baggie green like Guile the violence defiles they don’t want us to know peace high on hope drunk on what we consider love; we only pray we don’t get robbed stony facade how is the master and the slave going pray to the same god? don’t you lie-- the snub nose Pinocchio; I told him I changed but the judge looking at me l like I’m loco though-- if she doesn’t believe I can change why does the justice system exist? some white dude in a suit I’ll never meet made enslaving my people legal “I smell marijuana can you step out of the car?” hand on his gun ancestors in my soul telling me: “RUN” the alt left telling me to “just” comply, to vote or die, that remaining silent is not only a right and a privilege but my duty; its my duty to get shot so that no one else has to. a diet racist is still racist.

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[nickadiguburke]

~ Letter to my Love ~ My love. This very morning I am stirred awake by the light of the rising sun, the Dawn, a golden cat, prowling and stalking, scattering the Night as though it were a flock of blackbirds. “Why did I let sleep conquer me?!” Are the words that topple from my lamenting lips, as then I wipe the bedtime glue from my eyes. But my conscience is as tough as it's cruel, what am I to do, when I am merely blood and bone, wrapped in a decaying skin sack?! For I am weak against the Sirens of Sleep, those purveyors of the irresistible vibrations, which sooth tired minds into the perils of slumber – they, promising rejuvenation for the beleaguered psyche. My love, I have become adverse to sleep, for reasons I think you will understand. For me, sleep is a two-headed monster, baying, always baying to drag me into a nonsensical world, where control is relinquished for capricious fancies. I fight it, with all that my feeble heart can muster, I fight it. In the first instance, a minute endured in that capricious world feels like a lifetime without gazing upon you. It is a wasted moment, a whistle in the wind, a song that voices never sing, a love forgotten in the annals of time. My life too precious to so flimsily squander. In the second instance, as a child trembles at the sinister shapes their eyes cut from the dark, I tremble at the thought of dreaming all my dreams, and leaving none to dream with you. Perhaps, a silly gesture, but what is sillier than a heart in love. Please, my love, I hope you understand why my voice is quiet and slow, and my eyes droop to almost closing. I shun sleep, and welcome the pain, as a writer welcomes the pain of emotion for their craft's perfection. ~ Nick Adigu Burke ~ #lovepoem #lovepoetry #loveletter #heartwarming #heartfeltpoetry #poetrycommunity #lovepoems #lovequotes #mylovepoetry #poeticlove #poeticprose #prosepoetry #NickAdigBurke #poetrybynickadiguburke #poetrytoloveby #fallinginlove #truelove #beautifulpoetry #iloveyoupoetry (at Holmfirth) https://www.instagram.com/p/CSxCncCME2B/?utm_medium=tumblr

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[yashnav]

If there’s anything I have realized it is that it takes courage to love someone. Courage to love someone more than you love yourself. Why? Because it’s all fleeting, sooner or later they will leave and when they will, they will take a part of you with them. And you will be left with hollow space, a void, that was once filled with every golden memory you ever had.

Y.

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[jmsapphire]

Neither forcibly

asking nor giving

is love - love is

on free reins and

arrives freely,

Still, my love is

yours if you're

willing and open,

Given when you

Someday wish

To take, but I won't

Ask you for it, I just

Hope, hope to have

and receive it

Some day, some life

or in another time.

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