For gods sake I need to calm down

A new enemy, a new story. With the mysterious figure only known as "Azazel" as a potential threat, and the loss of their dear friend, Naito, Kenshin, Neola and Nobu will have their ties pushed to the ultimate limit. Friendships will be tested, trust reforged. Will they be able to defeat "Azazel", or will self-professed "Angel King" prove to be too much in the second lap of the race for the Chaos Crown.

In this book I plan to write out my (and hopefully other people's) dreams. If you want you can message me the basic plot line of your weird dream and I can give you credit for it or it can be anonymous, it is up to you.

Hope is recruited as a house girl for the Kalus, a wealthy family residing in the big city. While awaiting a chance to further her education, she is exposed to the intricacies of wealthy family life while at the same time developing her identity and surviving on the dream of making something of herself one day

Torn pages, colourful doodles, a swirling scrawl of ink. It's just a notebook really. With such a deeper meaning.

Current chapters are short stories based on word prompts revolving around my main character Ember Turner. I am hoping to develop these ideas and my plot that I've added into here into a crossover of CHERUB and Miraculous Ladybug. Feedback is greatly appreciated

Ashton Burrow was perfect. He was going to be valedictorian, he was a scholarship-worthy jock, he got all A's, he radiated confidence and charisma, he was the grade's golden boy and... He was dating the hottest girl in school. My best friend. Score! The only problem was that I hated the guy's guts. To people, he was a complete angel... But to me? Oh no no. He was rude. Sarcastic. Cocky. Mean. Spiteful. Snarky. And all bad things that you would witness in a devil's reincarnation. And then fate changed. They broke up and I found him broken. I had a habit of sticking my unwanted nose in stuff I had no business sticking my nose in. I thought I was this noble, inspiring ,speech-giving monk. And being the generous little bitch I am, I promised to help him. Worst decision I ever made. Because this time, after putting him together, I pulled him apart. He was the boy I fixed to break. This is my story of how I realized that maybe things should be left to take its natural course. Never change fate.

Nothing sucks more than wanting to write but you're empty of ideas. Especially when you know your imagination works but it's just blocked up with writers flu. Here's a guide to unstick yourself by using Tarot cards to build a story. This could aid you in new ideas or just be a fun writing exercise to work those creative muscles. You don't have to believe in magic to use them but you do need to own a deck to follow the tasks in this book. This book uses established writers' story structure tips and adds the fun of tarot cards. The last chapter has a quick how-to on personal readings. Updated 01/05/2020 Added a few things since I've developed more with my cards and study.

What writer's block is, why it happens, and strategies that might actually help. *Includes actual citations* (In case you care. Which you should.)

Original poems or random thoughts etc, by me Hope you guys like it :)