A collection of writing prompts, dialogue prompts, character sheets and world building tips gathered by yours truly. Sometimes I may also write a story underneath as well, but the whole point of this book is to inspire you and break your writer's block. So please take a look and enjoy, and if you would like to submit a prompt/tip please sent it to me over Wattpad DM's, if I add it to the story I will include your @ underneath! Enjoy!

When aliens invade, four baristas are forced to become the saviours of the world. Grab your double-shot of java and strap in - it's going to be a bumpy ride! ***** In the Earth's darkest hour, unexpected heroes are stirring... their coffee, that is. Four baristas on a camping trip are under-qualified to save the world from an alien invasion. But thanks to a hologram with no fashion sense, newly developed superpowers and an alien with a guilty conscience, they've landed the job anyway! So grab your double-shot of java, your blueberry muffin and strap in - Hasta barista, baby. [[2018 Wattys winner and twice featured]] [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]] Please note this is a sample of the book, which has been published and is available for purchase: Ebook: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09WKFVKQJ Paperback: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1644342154

In the kingdom of Vanderdash, there is no more feared warriors than that of the Scarlet Guard. Protectors of the royal family, skilled assassins trained since childhood, They follow the crown, they enforce the crown. To many, the group cloaked in red is a greater symbol of the royal family's power than the kings crown itself. Citizens respect and fear the scarlet guard, the power they hold. But within the guard there is only one who installed that very same feeling into the rest. Head of the prince's royal guard, ruthless and cunning, rarely seen by the citizens themselves. They call her Red. An expert in poisons and deception, the small girl has brought armies to their knees without once lifting a blade. A vermillion haired monster hidden behind the face of a doll. ~~ I smiled up at the men, "Would you like a cookie?" They peered into the basket I held out, spotting the heart shaped treats. "They're cinnamon with apple Jam. I do promise they are to die for." The taller mans eyes narrowed, "did you give the poor fool dead on the road a cookie?" My lips parted, "a dead man? Oh my..do you think it is safe?" "..depends on who you are miss, why did you say you were in the woods again?" I smiled gently, "I didn't." He rose a brow. "I'm delivering these," I shook the basket a bit, "to my dearest grandmama." He hesitated for only a slight second, "oh. well. be careful then. These woods can be dangerous." I nodded once still holding out the basket, "so would you?" "Would we what?" I giggle a bit, "like a cookie silly." "Ah.." he scratched the back of his head, "sorry, I'm not too fond of apples." Damn it. I sighed softly, "strawberry next time then." "Right..." As I turned to go I looked up at the two tall men, "you be careful now too gentleman. There are wolves in these woods." They nodded rigidly as I spun and began to skip off, giggling to myself. He asked the wrong question. I didn't give the dead fool a cookie. I gave him two.

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Black ash clouded the night sky as my lungs burned. The gnawing fear licked my mind as we ran from our towards the village gates. Our only exit from the once safe haven. Flames gnawed mercilessly at the homes and markets that made our village home, now destined to ruin and ash. Shrieks of terror were heard, from those lost to the flames and those that ran in hopes of saving what little they now had. Adrenaline pumped through my veins as my father ran before me, trying his best to ensure our safety and that we remained close together. We ran to the overtowering village exit. Towards the gates. Towards the gates... The Gates, that wooden structure, that brought a sense of hope that now turned to dread. They were sealed closed, locking everyone within... With the betrayal of those he thought he could trust, Ame is forced to continue onward. With a shared loss of their once safe haven, now laid to blood and ashes, Ame travels with his new companions, Tarrah and Rion, in hopes to move forward. But fate does everything for a reason. Now they will learn untold secrets that have always been hidden underneath the surface and find aid in beings they didn't know exist. Learning many powerful things will continue to aid them in getting closer to the truth that was unforeseeable. Among these truths will lie the power of the name. Names hold power in this world, that even He, chooses to keep hidden from his beloved... Ame will learn many secrets and with them what it truly means to be mated to the Demonic King. (Process of being edited)

Jack Hansard is the man who can sell you anything. Luck in a bottle, fame in a box, dreams on a leash, you name it: if he doesn't have it, he'll convince you he has something better. He's a trader on what's known as the Black Market - the occult Black Market, that is. If you're in need of that extra special something to curse your ex-lover or win your fortune, Hansard's the man to go to. Just make sure you check the 'best before' date on anything you buy. This is Season 1 of the Jack Hansard short story series - each Episode is a separate story, but follows an overarching plot much like a TV series. I'd love to hear your thoughts on it! Please do not copy or distribute this work without the author's permission. Cover art by Dominique Lane: http://domlane.weebly.com/

An Upon Wings Of Change fanfic** * There was one lab, the place where humans were kidnapped and tested on, turning them into small, fire-breathing lizards, destroyed when the white aliens took over Earth, leaving the dragonets as the last survivors of the human race. What if there were two labs instead of one? One completely different from the other? Where it inhabitants weren't dragonets, but dragons instead? read and find out ** I release two chapters per week, on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I DO NOT OWN THIS UNIVERSE, IT WAS CREATED BY @CrystalScherer I do own the plot and characters though It is still under editing so be warned -the author

Being the youngest of a dangerous family has never been boring. After our mother passed, our father left the position to his dear sons. But because my brothers were the new bosses, life became harder. It became dangerous for me to be alone, and being weak didn't help.

This is the redo of Am I fixable. I hope you like it. Enjoy the story

I was born for nothing . Cancer consuming my limbs I only became a curse to my parents . All I could do was read and sit in a hospital bed all day . I cursed this life for being so useless and on my death bed alone I cried for a second chance . And god felt pity for me . Like others I was reincarnated as a villainess . But I'm not like others and won't Live the typical running away and getting strong escape. I will face the villainess and her marionettes head on not for love but for bigger goals . I will not stop at conquering just the heroine but the world ! I will kill anyone in my way to glory and even face the gods wrath if needed . I will travel the world along with the mysterious moon academy embarking on many treacherous adventures. I will create a legacy which my loyal friends that no one can surpass . The legacy of a villainess . #1 reincarnation February 3rd