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Among the Stars

I found her there again, sitting in a chair beside her window, her head laid gently upon her arms as she gazed up at the night sky. Setting myself down in a chair beside her, I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, letting her know I was there. A smile danced across her lips, her eyes twinkling like the stars she adored so much.

“The moon’s so bright tonight,” she whispered reverently. I followed her gaze to the brilliantly lit moon dusting light across the nighttime sky, and couldn’t help but agree with the sentiment.

“It most definitely is,” I whispered back, a smile of my own painting itself across my face, despite my best efforts. We sat beside the window in comfortable silence for a moment longer, before I gave her arm a soft squeeze through the fabric of her shirt.

“Noelle, darling, you should be in bed. You know this.” Her smile stayed put, pretending to not have heard me as she moved a pale finger to point at a particularly bright star.

“See that one? That can be you,” she murmured, before pointing at an even brighter one. “And that? That’s going to be me.” A sad smile flickered across my face.

“What makes you think you’re going to become a star?” I teasingly asked, poking her side. Noelle giggled, making my heart soar as she turned to look at me, finally taking her eyes off of the night sky.

“I don’t just think it, I know it, silly!” She smiled widely, showing off the gap in her teeth where she had recently lost her first baby tooth. “I’m going to become a star, because then I can lead all the other lost kids to Neverland.” Noelle turned back to the window, resting her head back on her arms. “That way I get to meet Peter Pan.”

Another sad smile placed itself upon my lips, and I stared out the window at the stars twinkling so brilliantly in the sky above us. The clock ticked quietly on the wall across the room, making every passing second seem to last both an eternity and no time at all.

Please, let this last just a moment more.

Footsteps in the hallway outside her room had Noelle quickly, clumsily getting out of her chair, rushing to get back to bed. She grunted as she pulled herself onto the bed, her small arms barely strong enough to lift herself up. As she laid down beneath the thin bedding, curling up to pretend as though she had been asleep the whole time, she gave me a lighthearted smile.

“Kiss goodnight?” She whispered hopefully, the footsteps getting closer.

“Not tonight my love, but soon.” Her smile melted away, replaced by an unreadable mix of emotions.

“All right,” she whispered finally, before yawning, the footsteps almost outside her door.

“’Til tomorrow night, Noelle,” I murmured, disappearing into the shadows, as she slipped into the depths of sleep. The security guard stopped outside the door, shining his dim flashlight through the window in the door, briefly checking to make sure she wasn’t out of bed before moving on to the next room.

I checked the clock, lit up in the streams of moonlight coming in through the window. 9:00, just like every night for the past two years. But it’s all subject to change. The thought pushed itself to the forefront of my mind, and I quickly tore my gaze away from the clock.

“Not tonight,” I whispered to the moon, the stars, to any who would listen. “Not just yet.”

Giving one last look to Noelle sleeping peacefully in her bed, I melted away into the ambience of the night.

The clock ticked.

And it ticked.

Noelle was sitting in her chair by the window the next night, but as I sat down beside her I couldn’t help but notice her eyes weren’t shining as brightly as they usually did. I draped my arm across her shoulders, and a small smile flickered across her face, but she couldn’t manage to make it stay.

“The stars are beautiful tonight, aren’t they?” I asked gently, pulling her to me, trying to make her smile.

“Yeah,” she muttered back. I pointed to the sky with my free hand, her eyes following my movements.

“See that guy right there?” I asked, looking down at her as she nodded her head.

“Mm-hmm.”

“Do you know who that is?” She blinked, a smile stretching its way across her tired face.

“Is that… the second star to the right?” Noelle asked, staring intensely at the star.

“Bingo!” I applauded her, squeezing her tightly to my chest and making her giggle. Now that’s the Noelle I know, I thought happily. “That’s where Peter Pan took Wendy!”

“Wendy,” I heard her murmur, and giggle excitedly under her breath.

“He took them to Neverland, and he knew the way there all because of a star.” I watched her as I spoke, her eyes glittering with wonder as she stared at the star.

“And Tinkerbell?” She whispered.

“Mm-hmm, Tinkerbell too.” Noelle watched the star for a moment longer before speaking at last.

“What about you?” When I didn’t answer for a minute, she turned to look at me, an undiscernible look in her eye. “Which one are you?”

“Me?” I asked, unsure if I had heard correctly. She nodded her head.

“Which one are you?” She repeated. I gaped at her, glancing from the sky then back to her.

“I… I…”

“I wanna know which one you are, so I can find you again when I become one too.” My heart clenched, but I gave her a reassuring smile despite it.

“Noelle you’ll never lose me, I’ll be right beside you the whole way.” She stared deep into my eyes, as though staring into my soul itself.

“Promise?”

“I promise. I haven’t left you before, have I?” She thought for a moment, before shaking her head.

“No, never.” She smiled, looking back out at the stars. A thoughtful look crossed her face, as she gazed out at the stars for a long moment.

“I belong among the stars.” Her words hung in the air, penetrating the silence only otherwise disrupted by the incessant ticking of the clock. Desperate for a release from the somber atmosphere that’d been created, I loosened my grip around her shoulders, glancing at the door.

“C’mon darling, it’s almost 9:00, the security guard will be here any minute now.” She sniffled quietly one last time, giving a final glance at the moon before walking to her bed. As she struggled to pull herself onto the mattress, I stared at the sky. At the stars. At a particular star.

“Kiss goodnight?” Noelle asked from behind me, as a pair of footsteps started making their way down the hall. Turning around, I walked over to her bedside to tuck her in.

“Soon, darling.” She smiled sadly. “But not tonight.”

“Ok. Goodnight Wendy,” she murmured, her eyelids growing heavy. A nostalgic smile made its way onto my face as I responded:

“’Til tomorrow night, Noelle.” My whisper was lost to the night as she slipped away into a deep sleep, and the security guard shone his flashlight through the window in the door, quietly moving on to the next room.

Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beepbeepbeepbeep beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

My blood ran cold as I felt a shift in the atmosphere; a heart monitor down the hall ominously seeming to foreshadow what was to come.

Another night, another child.

My gaze landed upon Noelle, and I barely managed to keep myself from running to her and holding her in my arms.

“Not today,” I murmured protectively, my voice cracking a slight bit as I watched Noelle’s chest rise and fall with each stuttering breath she took. “Not quite yet.”

The heart monitor was shut off. A voice was heard down the hall as I faded away into the night.

“Time of death, 9:01PM.”

The clock ticked.

And it ticked.

When I went to her the following night, she wasn’t by the window. She wasn’t in her chair. She was laying in her bed, her pillow propped up so she could breathe better, with her hands folded across her belly. Her head was tilted so she could look out the window, but from the angle her bed provided, she couldn’t see the sky over the tops of the nearby buildings. A sigh sent her into a coughing fit, and I hurried over to her bedside, gripping the edges of her sheets with worry as her eyes met with mine.

“Wen-” She coughed a moment longer, before being able to speak. “Wendy!” Noelle said, her voice tired. I managed a smile, wanting nothing more than to make her happy, but as per usual, she saw straight through me.

“I’m okay,” she reassured me, reaching out for my hand before pulling back, her arm too weak to hold up. Giving me a tired smile, she said: “They’re gonna put a TV in my room in a couple days so I can watch Peter Pan.” A genuine smile spread across my lips as she told me the news. “Can you believe that? My own TV?”

“Well won’t that be fun,” I whispered to her, moving to pull her sheets up further before noticing for the first time all of the wires attached to her body. “What… what are those?” I asked with worry.

“Mr. Doctor said they’ll help figure out what’s wrong with me.”

There’s nothing wrong with you, I wanted to say, but the words wouldn’t come out of my mouth. Instead, I just gave her a smile. Noelle watched me for a moment, before briefly glancing out the window, trying to catch just a glimpse of the stars before looking back at me in defeat.

“I fell over today and hurt my leg. The nurse lady said I can’t get out of bed again because of it.”

“Since when do you follow the rules?” I asked teasingly, trying to get a smile out of her. She stared at me blankly.

“I tried to get out of bed earlier and I set off some of the machines, they started beeping really loud,” she explained, craning her neck to look at the machines now stationed behind her bed.

Oh god, how did I not notice those sooner?

She continued. “It made the security man come in here; he’s really scary and he said I was in trouble,” she shivered, thinking back on the event. “I don’t want him to come in again.”

“Don’t worry, he won’t,” I reassured her, despite knowing it’s a promise I couldn’t keep. “I won’t let him.” Noelle smiled, turning her gaze back to me. She opened her mouth to say something, but ended up yawning instead.

“Tired?”

“Mm-hmm.” She yawned once more, and – after bursting into another coughing fit – asked me: “Kiss goodnight?”

“Soon, darling. Just not yet.” Noelle sighed, a frown making its way across her face.

“When will it be ‘soon’?”

“Sooner than you’d imagine,” I answered finally, tucking her in.

“All right, that’s okay I guess,” She responded, her eyelids falling shut.

“’Til tomorrow, Noelle.”

I checked the clock: 8:31PM.

Sooner than you’d imagine.

The clock ticked.

And it ticked.

…

And then it stopped.

7:26PM

“Noelle, sweetie, I need you to look at me.”

“Where is she?”

“Where’s who, sweetheart?” Noelle didn’t respond, just kept staring over the nurse’s shoulder.

“She has to be here, she has to be,” she whispered to herself.

“Noelle, sweetie, who are you talking about?”

That was when Noelle saw me, finally, appearing behind the nurse. She smiled, a big, toothy grin, the happiness in her smile contrasting sharply to the exhausted look in her eyes.

“Wendy!” She said weakly, making the nurse turn around as I rushed to her bedside.

“See, what’d I say?” I grinned at Noelle.

“You promised you’d never leave me,” she said. “And you didn’t.” Her smile grew wider, but her head sunk further into her pillow, too feeble to keep it held up.

“Noelle darling, who are you talking to?” The nurse asked, turning back to look at her as the doctor walked in.

“Mr. Doctor, look it’s Wendy!” She laughed weakly, barely managing to point a finger in my direction. The doctor’s only acknowledgement of Noelle was a small laugh, before he tapped the nurse on the shoulder and whispered something in her ear, causing her to stand up abruptly.

“Listen, Noelle, sweetie, we’ll be right back, okay?” Without waiting for a response, they left the room, the nurse shutting the door behind them. Noelle turned to look at me.

“Is it today?” She asked. I sat down in the nurse’s chair by her bedside, my hands folded in my lap.

“Do you want it to be?” She looked out the window, the last few strands of daylight still lighting up the buildings across the street; still lighting up the lives of those lucky enough to make their own decisions, choose their own courses of action. She thought for a while, watching as the streetlamps came on in the streets down below, as rooms lit up or darkened in the office buildings across the street. She watched from a distance as people got to live out their lives in ways that she’d never, and may never still, get to do.

“We’ll stay together?” She asked, a hint of fear in her voice.

“Together forever.” With that she looked back at me, the fluorescent lighting in the room making her skin look even paler than normal.

“Like Peter Pan and Wendy?” She asked hopefully.

“Of course,” I giggled. Noelle let out a tired sigh, going into another coughing fit.

Click. The nurse opened the door, and walked into the room followed by the doctor. They were pulling a cart behind them, which had a TV on top of it.

“How’d you feel about watching Peter Pan, huh sweetheart?” The nurse asked happily, as the doctor turned the TV on.

Noelle’s face lit up for a brief moment, before a look crossed over her face and she said:

“No thanks, I don’t wanna.”

The nurse was caught off guard; the doctor stopped fiddling with the remote.

“Are-are you sure?” The nurse stuttered, sure she’d heard wrong.

“Yeah, I’m really tired.” Noelle added a yawn for emphasis. The nurse and the doctor exchanged looks.

“Well, um, alright sweetheart. You can take a little nap, we’ll come in to check on you later, all right?” Noelle nodded obediently. “We’ll leave the remote on your bedside table if you change your mind,” the nurse added, before ushering the doctor out of the room, and closing the door with a soft whisper of “sweet dreams.”

“You still sure you want it to be today?” I asked tentatively.

“I’m sure.” Another tired smile, transforming into the grin that I love so much. “Now can I have a kiss goodnight?” I smiled at her, at Noelle, my darling Noelle, as I rose from my chair.

“Of course, sweetie.”

I cupped her cheek in my hand, goosebumps raising on her skin, as I gently gave her a kiss on the forehead.

“I can’t wait to see the stars.”

Nurse Edwards

I turned in my ID card that night. I’d finally had enough, and quite frankly it shouldn’t have taken me that long to realize that nursing just wasn’t the job for me. When I got the job at the children’s hospital, I thought I’d be helping children with physical therapy, or helping them come to terms with a diagnosis; not having to watch as an orphan dies alone with nothing but her imagination to keep her company.

Wendy, she called her. Wendy Darling. Just like the one from Peter Pan.

“Wendy talks to me,” she’d tell me, when I’d come in to check on her.

“Really, what do you two talk about?”

“The stars, mostly. I love the stars.” She’d always give me a smile that showed off her missing tooth.“I’m going to become one, one day.”

“Really?” One thing I’ve learned while working here: Always humor a child, even if what they say is incredibly depressing.

“Mm-hmm. I’m gonna be a star, and I’m gonna help all the other lost kids find their way to Neverland.”

Noelle Williams, the orphanage said her name was. No information whatsoever on her parentage.

So young that she lost her first baby tooth while she was at the hospital, and I had to sneak a dollar under her pillow.

“Wendy says we’ll go on adventures together.”

So young that she still had an imaginary friend.

“Have you ever been on an adventure?”

So young that she still believed in princesses, and knights in shining armor.

“I wanna be a princess, like Tiger Lily.”

So young that she still thought the moon was made of cheese.

“What does moon cheese taste like?” (That made for an interesting conversation.)

The death of a child goes against the natural order of things. People are born, and then they become toddlers, then they go to school, then they become teenagers, and then they become adults. And for someone to die so early on in the process… it almost shouldn’t be possible.

And yet, here we are.

I once heard someone say “the smallest coffins are the heaviest,” and they couldn’t be more right. But watching her coffin being lowered into the earth is a weight even heavier.

Although I have to say, I suppose, in a way… she got what she wanted.

Noelle Williams; the new Peter Pan. Forever young. Forever six.

And now, forever gone.

#original story #original #sad story #sad #story #writing #please read #i love writing #please don't hate me #sorry

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Texts between Ned and Peter

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I love it, I can’t relate in the slightest because I am smol, but I love it nonetheless

ok but;peter having a s/o that's taller than him

I am the least qualified person to write this but I’m gonna go for it.

Pete definitely takes advantage of your height and walks behind you at period changeover so he doesn’t get swept away in the crowd

If you’re not paying attention to him, he will definitely tug you down to his level by your shirt collar

Omg and if you’re arguing, he’s (literally) not above standing on a chair so he can look you in the eye

You’re the only tall person he’ll let use his head as an arm rest

HE WEARS YOUR HOODIES AND HE LOOKS ADORABLE IN THEM

Omg please stop and consider; you give him piggybacks

He isn’t tall enough to kiss your lips, and you had to awkwardly curtsy the first time you guys kissed

Peter never feels safer than when you’re standing behind him with your arms around him, and with your chin resting on top of his head

#no seriously #i'm short #it's ridiculous #almost all of my friends are taller than me #i'll probably have to wear heels my whole life #fml

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Got any soulmate au prompts? I've got this great idea for a soul mates universe and some cool plot lines but I'll take all the prompts I can get!

DO I EVER.

Marks:

Every bruise/scrape/scratch you get, your soulmate gets it too

Whatever you draw on your skin shows up on the other

Your soulmates name appearing somewhere on your body, and vice versa

Identical tattoos of a date and time on your wrist of when you’ll meet your soulmate

First/last words of your soulmate on your wrist/arm

Colorless tattoos that get color when you meet your soulmate

Having multiple tattoos of everyone you’ve ever fallen in love with

Only supposed to have one tattoo, ends up with two

A date on their wrist to when the other dies

“You can’t draw, stop drawing on yourself I can’t go to work like this.”

“You are clearly accident prone because I don’t remember getting this many bruises by myself.”

“Do you know how many John’s there are in the world? It took me forever to find you. Your parents should have named you Apollo or Maximilian or something.”

“I don’t have a tattoo but I think you’re my soulmate anyway.”

“Look, I will literally pull up your sleeve to see if we match, just hold still for a minute.”

“My time says 11:59, New year’s Eve, Times Square. Fuck.”

Reincarnation:

Enemies three lifetimes ago but I keep finding you no matter where I end up

The place where I first met you is where we died the last time

Once you meet your soulmate you remember all of your past lives

Your soulmate you found in your last lifetime is different than the one you found in this one

Your soulmate remembers you from before, but you have no memory of any of your past lives

Memories of your past lives help you find your soulmate

“I’m sorry I took so long.”

“I didn’t think you existed.”

“I told you I’d find you.”

“Promise me that, whatever happens, you’ll remember me.”

“I promise I’ll find you sooner next time.”

“I’m not afraid to die because I know you’ll be there waiting for me.”

Other:

Everyone is born colorblind and once you meet your soulmate everything can be seen in color

Whatever you dream I dream

Soulmates where you can communicate via thoughts

Whatever skill or talent your soulmate has, you have it too

A visible red string of fate, but can be broken and re-knotted and re-tied

You can only see color where your soulmate has been/touched

Every emotion you feel can be felt by the other

Once you meet your soulmate you stop aging

I can’t lie to you and you can’t lie to me

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“Ooooh, I do, I do, I do, I do, HEY!” you sang loudly, running throughout the Avengers Tower living room, where the team was currently sitting. On the word ‘hey’, you had jumped on T’Challa’s back, scaring the absolute shit out of him. The Wakandian King nearly punched you right off his back, before relaxing as he realised that it was just you. You hugged him around the waist tightly, before jumping off his back.

“What is wrong with her? Is she sick?” T’Challa asked worriedly, his thick accent coating his voice. The team watched as you continued to sing and run around the room.

“Oh, don’t worry, she’s fine,” Tony explained, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s just that she refuses to shut up after watching Hamilton with Parker.”

The whole team covered their ears as you to project out the lyrics of Helpless throughout the entire tower. It wasn’t that you were a bad singer, the team was just sick of hearing the same song over and over again endlessly for the past two days. You also had your earphones wedged in your ears, causing you to sing at the top of your voice. You jumped on top of the kitchen island, picking up a pepper shaker to use as a microphone.

“I have never been the type to try and grab the spotlight, we were at a revel with some rebels on a hot night,” you sang louder and louder, swivelling around the counter, pretending to sing to all of your imaginary fans. “ Laughing at my sister as she’s dazzling the room, then you walked in and my heart went boom!” This time, when you tried to twirl around, you slipped off the counter, and crashed to the kitchen floor noisily.

“I’m okay!” you said hastily, before resuming your karaoke session. “Trying to catch your eye from the side of the ballroom, everybody’s dancin’ and the band’s top volume-”

“Parker, please shut your girlfriend up,” Tony groaned, burying his face into his hands. The Avengers all nodded enthusiastically at this idea. “I’ll even pay you if you do.”

Peter, who had been trying to look as inconspicuous as possible in the corner of the sofa, looked at the rest of the team in betrayal. “Do I have to be the one to tell her to be quiet? You do know she has powers that could blast me all the way to the moon, right? Why can’t Wanda or Clint do it?” “Because you’re her boyfriend,” Clint interjected hurriedly, eager to direct the conversation in another direction. “And being a good boyfriend means telling your girlfriend to stop singing the same stupid song for hours, even if it does possibly kill you.”

Peter sighed, preparing himself for his imminent doom, as he pushed himself off his comfy position on the couch and walked over to your singing form. He tapped you on the shoulder, making you turn around mid-verse.

“Hey Pete, do you need something?” you asked, furrowing your brow. “You look sweaty and pale.”

“Yeah, um, Y/n,” Peter said nervously, wringing his hands. “We sort of need you to stop singing that song, if that’s alright with you, of course.” He waited for your reaction, preparing for his painful end.

You took out your earphones, smiling. “Sure, that’s okay,” you grinned, turning off the music that was playing on your phone.

Meanwhile, at the couch, Tony’s mouth was hanging wide open. “Are you kidding me?!” he mouthed indignantly to the rest of the team who were all crouching behind the couch.

“At least we’re all safe no-” Clint began to say, before he was cut off as you began to talk again.

“I’ll just sing another song then,” you said, before putting in your earphones again. Peter frowned, confused, before slapping his hands to his ears as you began singing at top volume again.

“I AM NOT THROWING AWAY MY SHOT. I AM NOT THROWING AWAY MY SHOT. HEY YO I’M JUST LIKE MY COUNTRY, I’M YOUNG SCRAPPY AND HUNGRY, AND I’M NOT-”

“Parker, if you don’t shut her up soon, I’m going to take out my Iron Man suit!” Tony yelled, as Peter scampered away quickly.

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Discover The Basic Elements of Setting In a Story

Article from here: http://www.writersdigest.com/tip-of-the-day/discover-the-basic-elements-of-setting-in-a-story)

No matter if you are just getting started or want to break into fiction writing, setting is a crucial element to any story. In order to create an imaginary world for your story, you’ll need to know the fundamental elements of setting first. Discover the basic elements of setting in a story from Between the Lines.

Fiction has three main elements: plotting, character, and place or setting. While writers spend countless hours plotting and creating characters and then imagining their character’s arcs and dilemmas, often too little attention is paid to place. This is a fatal mistake, since the place fiction is staged provides the backdrop against which your dramas ultimately play out.

But setting is more than a mere backdrop for action; it is an interactive aspect of your fictional world that saturates the story with mood, meaning, and thematic connotations. Broadly defined, setting is the location of the plot, including the region, geography, climate, neighborhood, buildings, and interiors. Setting, along with pacing, also suggests passage of time. Place is layered into every scene and flashback, built of elements such as weather, lighting, the season, and the hour.

The Fundamental Elements of Setting

Here is a list of the specific elements that setting encompasses:

Locale. This relates to broad categories such as a country, state, region, city, and town, as well as to more specific locales, such as a neighborhood, street, house or school. Other locales can include shorelines, islands, farms, rural areas, etc.

Time of year. The time of year is richly evocative and influential in fiction. Time of year includes the seasons, but also encompasses holidays, such as Hanukkah, Christmas, New Year’s Eve, and Halloween. Significant dates can also be used, such as the anniversary of a death of a character or real person, or the anniversary of a battle, such as the attack on Pearl Harbor.

Time of day. Scenes need to play out during various times or periods during a day or night, such as dawn or dusk. Readers have clear associations with different periods of the day, making an easy way to create a visual orientation in a scene.

Elapsed time. The minutes, hours, days, weeks, and months a story encompasses must be somehow accounted for or the reader will feel confused and the story will suffer from a lack of authenticity. While scenes unfold moment by moment, there is also time to account for between scenes, when a flashback is inserted, and when a character travels a long distance.

Mood and atmosphere. Characters and events are influenced by weather, temperature, lighting, and other tangible factors, which in turn influence the emotional timbre, mood, and atmosphere of a scene.

Climate. Climate is linked to the geography and topography of a place, and, as in our real world, can influence events and people. Ocean currents, prevailing winds and air masses, latitude, altitude, mountains, land masses, and large bodies of water all influence climate. It’s especially important when you write about a real setting to understand climatic influences. Harsh climates can make for grim lives, while tropical climates can create more carefree lifestyles.

Geography. This refers to specific aspects of water, landforms, ecosystems, and topography in your setting. Geography also includes climate, soil, plants, trees, rocks and minerals, and soils. Geography can create obvious influences in a story like a mountain a character must climb, a swift-running river he must cross, or a boreal forest he must traverse to reach safety. No matter where a story is set, whether it’s a mountain village in the Swiss Alps or an opulent resort on the Florida coast, the natural world with all its geographic variations and influences must permeate the story.

Man-made geography. There are few corners of the planet that have not been influenced by the hand of humankind. It is in our man-made influences that our creativity and the destructiveness of civilization can be seen. Readers want visual evidence in a story world, and man-made geography is easily included to provide it. With this in mind, make certain that your stories contain proof of the many footprints that people have left in its setting. Use the influences of humankind on geography to lend authenticity to stories set in a real or famous locale. These landmarks include dams, bridges, ports, towns and cities, monuments, burial grounds, cemeteries, and famous buildings. Consider too the influences of mankind using the land, and the effects of mines, deforestation, agriculture, irrigation, vineyards, cattle grazing, and coffee plantations.

Eras of historical importance. Important events, wars, or historical periods linked to the plot and theme might include the Civil war, World War II, medieval times, the Bubonic Plague, the gold rush in the 1800s, or the era of slavery in the South.

Social/political/cultural environment. Cultural, political, and social influences can range widely and affect characters in many ways. The social era of a story often influences characters’ values, social and family roles, and sensibilities.

Population. Some places are densely populated, such as Hong Kong, while others are lonely places with only a few hardy souls. Your stories need a specific, yet varied population that accurately reflects the place.

Ancestral influences. In many regions of the United States, the ancestral influences of European countries such as Germany, Ireland, Italy, and Poland are prominent. The cities and bayous of Louisiana are populated with distinctive groups influenced by their Native American, French-Canadian, and African American forebears. Ancestral influences can be depicted in cuisine, dialogue, values, attitudes, and general outlook.

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Words to replace said, except this actually helps

I got pretty fed up with looking for words to replace said because they weren’t sorted in a way I could easily use/find them for the right time. So I did some myself.

IN RESPONSE TO Acknowledged Answered Protested

INPUT/JOIN CONVERSATION/ASK Added Implored Inquired Insisted Proposed Queried Questioned Recommended Testified

GUILTY/RELUCTANCE/SORRY Admitted Apologized Conceded Confessed Professed

FOR SOMEONE ELSE Advised Criticized Suggested

JUST CHECKING Affirmed Agreed Alleged Confirmed

LOUD Announced Chanted Crowed

LEWD/CUTE/SECRET SPY FEEL Appealed Disclosed Moaned

ANGRY FUCK OFF MATE WANNA FIGHT Argued Barked Challenged Cursed Fumed Growled Hissed Roared Swore

SMARTASS Articulated Asserted Assured Avowed Claimed Commanded Cross-examined Demanded Digressed Directed Foretold Instructed Interrupted Predicted Proclaimed Quoted Theorized

ASSHOLE Bellowed Boasted Bragged

NERVOUS TRAINWRECK Babbled Bawled Mumbled Sputtered Stammered Stuttered

SUAVE MOTHERFUCKER Bargained Divulged Disclosed Exhorted

FIRST OFF Began

LASTLY Concluded Concurred

WEAK PUSY Begged Blurted Complained Cried Faltered Fretted

HAPPY/LOL Cajoled Exclaimed Gushed Jested Joked Laughed

WEIRDLY HAPPY/EXCITED Extolled Jabbered Raved

BRUH, CHILL Cautioned Warned

ACTUALLY, YOU’RE WRONG Chided Contended Corrected Countered Debated Elaborated Objected Ranted Retorted

CHILL SAVAGE Commented Continued Observed Surmised

LISTEN BUDDY Enunciated Explained Elaborated Hinted Implied Lectured Reiterated Recited Reminded Stressed

BRUH I NEED U AND U NEED ME Confided Offered Urged

FINE Consented Decided

TOO EMO FULL OF EMOTIONS Croaked Lamented Pledged Sobbed Sympathized Wailed Whimpered

JUST SAYING Declared Decreed Mentioned Noted Pointed out Postulated Speculated Stated Told Vouched

WASN’T ME Denied Lied

EVIL SMARTASS Dictated Equivocated Ordered Reprimanded Threatened

BORED Droned Sighed

SHHHH IT’S QUIET TIME Echoed Mumbled Murmured Muttered Uttered Whispered

DRAMA QUEEN Exaggerated Panted Pleaded Prayed Preached

OH SHIT Gasped Marveled Screamed Screeched Shouted Shrieked Yelped Yelled

ANNOYED Grumbled Grunted Jeered Quipped Scolded Snapped Snarled Sneered

ANNOYING Nagged

I DON’T REALLY CARE BUT WHATEVER Guessed Ventured

I’M DRUNK OR JUST BEING WEIRDLY EXPRESSIVE FOR A POINT/SARCASM Hooted Howled Yowled

I WONDER Pondered Voiced Wondered

OH, YEAH, WHOOPS Recalled Recited Remembered

SURPRISE BITCH Revealed

IT SEEMS FAKE BUT OKAY/HA ACTUALLY FUNNY BUT I DON’T WANT TO LAUGH OUT LOUD Scoffed Snickered Snorted

BITCHY Tattled Taunted Teased

Edit: People, I’m an English and creative writing double major in college; I understand that there’s nothing wrong with simply using “said.” This was just for fun, and it comes in handy when I need to add pizzazz.

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goody-three-shoes · 7 years

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Key to my heart

pairing: Bucky x reader

words: 950ish

warnings: None

Summary: It’s your birthday and Bucky’s tired of waiting.

A/N: It’s my love @buckyywiththegoodhair‘s birthday. I love you, I hope you enjoy your birthday drabbles. You lowkey hold the key to my heart.

@buckysberrie- thank you for helping me out and reading this over, you’re an angel. Thank you to @beccaanne814-blog for helping me with the cheesy title *wink wink*. Thank you to (the rest of) my loves over at the Avengers Trash Tower for being so lovely and on board for this. You all are beautiful and amazing and kind and caring, and I couldn’t ask for a better group of friends.

You’d just finished brushing your teeth and were about to head out to the kitchen when someone knocked on your bedroom door.

"Come in!“

Bucky slowly opened the door, peeking inside for good measure. He smiled when he saw you were decent and shut the door behind him with a giddy smile on his face.

You arched an eyebrow at him. "How are you this happy on a Monday morning?"

"It’s not just any Monday morning though, is it?"

You smiled, ducking your head a little. "Guess not. Can’t believe you remembered though."

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goody-three-shoes · 8 years

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BUCKY’S CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT

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goody-three-shoes · 8 years

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The flood.

Saturday, August 13th 2016 Denham Springs, Louisiana Me and my friends were frantically texting each other, trying to get a hold of one another. We had no idea if they had gone under or if they were okay. One of my friends texted me saying “There is no water here, I am safe.” The same friend twenty minutes later texted me saying “My house is under water.” I have never been so scared in my entire life, I had no idea if my house was going to go under or not, or if some of my friends were even still alive. Many of my friends houses were full of water, them stranded on their roofs. I watched on the news as I saw the only town I have ever lived in be destroyed by water. My high school started filling up with water. Everyone was terrified. The most sickening feeling was getting text messages saying “Kayla, I am scared. I don’t know if I am going to be okay.”

Sunday, August 14th 2016 Denham Springs, Louisiana I woke up and looked out my window. I screamed when I saw the water had risen three feet. I ran outside to see the water was four inches from coming into my house. I checked on my friends, everyone I knew had lost everything or was stranded in their houses. There was no way to get out of my house, the water was chest deep and the currents were strong. Even if we wanted to leave, we couldn’t. We were stranded. The water started to rise, and then the rain came. The water started leaking into my house. I was scared. I was so scared. Soon after the water started coming up through the floors, the water stood at a stand-still. It stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity. I had no idea if it would rise suddenly, taking all of my belongings and memories with it, just like it did to my friend’s. The water then fell a foot. The water was no longer in my house, but stayed very high throughout the day. The threat was still there. We then began to realize that we had little food and water. We scavenged whatever we could from my house to make a small dinner for my family. I looked on the news, only to see that my school had been flooded over the roof. The school that only a few days prior I was laughing and learning at. I saw everything. I saw the neighborhoods and shops flooded up to the rooftops. I saw the children and babies being rescued by helicopters from a deadly situation. I saw the amazing Coast Guard and National Guard rescuing people by boat and helicopter. I saw residents going out, risking their own lives to save the lives of others. I saw thousands of people homeless with nothing to their name except the clothes on their backs and the children in their arms. I saw heartbreak, all across my city. All across my state.

Monday, August 15th 2016 Denham Springs, Louisiana Today I wake up and the water has dropped two feet. I am one of the lucky ones, and I am eternally grateful. Many of my friends remain in shelters, unable to leave. There is no way to get out of the city. The roads are flooded and broken. I am so thankful that my friends are now safe, and out of harms way. I am stranded in my home, still unable to leave. Still unable to get food. I am so saddened by this destruction and this terrible situation we are all in. The places we made these memories at may be gone, but the memories will never be washed away. My heart is broken, but my spirits are not. I know we will come out of this strong. It will take a long time to rebuild my city, but the community is stronger than ever. We must rejoice that our family and friends have come out of this alive, not be mournful of the items we have lost. Items and buildings are replaceable but our lives are not.

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