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I think I get it. I’m probably always going to read it in my head as “realm” with an n (nothing sounds wrong about that to me) just cause that’s how it looks. So it’s basically just that there’s a bit of separation between the vowels in the middle? Or do you actually pronounce a sharp “EE” sound in there? Is it more like the word “real”, but with the ‘l’ cut off and “eln” stuck on?
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yes, I believe you could say that.
I’m probably always going to read it in my head as “realm” with an n (nothing sounds wrong about that to me) just cause that’s how it looks.
That makes sense. It just sounds wrong to me because my most successful way of making up names is playing with my tongue and just making sounds, then writing it on paper and tweaking spelling so that I like how it looks too.
Then make up a grammar rule to make that spelling correct.so to say it any other way than what I’ve done just is like a crime to me."You need French Toast."
Sorry my response is so late! But I was finally able to get to this.
M’kay. So overall, I was a little confused at what was going on, maybe because some oddly worded sentences, or maybe I was reading it too fast. XD That’s the initial thing I noticed.
I’m not sure what other feedback to give. You said some parts were giving you trouble. If you could point those out to me, I may be able to give you some better feedback. (:
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cool
Like Anakin Skywalker’s, or Echo’s except with a hand instead of a plugin thing?
(sorry for replying so late)
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Ok, I am so excited to officially introduce these characters!! They are pretty well developed, but their story is still in the works. 😂 I love their brother-sister dynamic so much and I just love them so much 😁 Here they are!
First…
Easton Woodbury
Age: 17
Birthday: February 4
Appearance: Dirty-blonde hair with red highlights if in the right lighting; gray eyes; constant small smile; 6’ 0’’; light skin; light freckles like his sister
Personality: INFJ-A; encouraging, introverted but friendly, thoughtful, sincere, gentle, can be idealistic, normally puts others first above himself, likes to be organized, patient, steady; type 1 on the enneagram
Fear: Of being unappreciated/always criticized
Misbelief: That he needs to be appreciated (or perfect) (or make a difference) to have purpose in life.
Internal Conflict: He feels the need to be perfect, to please others, and to succeed in his goals. But sometimes he gets too caught up in this and can suffer from burn-out or exhaustion. Often his desire to reach his goals and distance him from his relationships as he puts too much importance on achieving his goals.
Character Arc: He has a desire to be perfect, achieve his goals, and be beyond the criticism of others. Throughout the story, circumstances force him to work even harder to reach his goals, but this isn’t good. He learns to be flexible, let others into his life, and that he doesn’t have to be perfect to be appreciated.
Other: Likes to ride his sand bike through the desert (they live in New Mexico). He also shares a motorcycle with his dad. Owns a cool dark green car. (Haven’t figured out what kind yet XD)
Hallie Woodbury
Age: 15
Birthday: November 26
Appearance: Red, more like strawberry blonde, wavy (bouncy, thick curls) hair; gray eyes; 5’ 4’’; light freckles; light skin; bright smile
Personality: ENFP-T; she is outgoing, enthusiastic, cares for others, isn’t sensitive to insult, always has a smile, emotional, expressive, loves to have a good time, cares for other above herself most of the time, wants genuine and sincere relationships, spontaneous; type 3 on the enneagram
Fear: Failure
Misbelief: That she needs to keep up an image and that people need to accept her
Internal Conflict: She so often conforms to please others that she doesn’t notice what she really needs or wants. Though she often is very expressive, there are times she puts aside her feelings to please others or achieve her goals or idea of success.
Character Arc: Throughout the story, she’s always striving for success and striving to please others. She wants to uphold a good image in others’ eyes. She ends up learning that she needs to please God first and foremost and that His opinion is the one that matters the most.
Other: She loves hiking, cute hats and boots, and dogs, specifically her golden retriever Canyon. She’s working on getting her license and discovered that to focus on driving, she has to listen to music in the car. She also has a habit of tilting her head.
And I’d show you their moodboards but pics aren’t working rn. 🤦🏻♀️
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Ooh, I love them! I know, sibling dynamics are so much fun. Please tag me if you post anything more about them!!
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What’s the plot for their story like? Is it dystopian, fantasy, realistic?
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Thanks!! Yeah, I will!
So, it’s realistic. I almost said contemporary, but I think I’m going to have it take place in the 90s. Because my dad lived in New Mexico for a few years, and I believe it was during that time. So I’m going to pick his brain and try to make it as realistic as possible. I won’t put it in the same town but I might make the house similar.
It might end up being a mystery sort of. I don’t think I want them to go solving a mystery though, so I’m still brainstorming. If you have any ideas I’d love to hear them. XD All I know so far is that they have a family of six, live in a small town in NM, and work at a retro (50s style) diner, lol
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Ooh, it sounds so cool! Yeah, that’s a good way to get information, XD. A mystery-type thing would be cool! I don’t have too many ideas right now, but I would love to read it if you end up posting pieces later!
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I just wrote something very depressing and sad….so if anyone wants to read it…well…
A dull throbbing sensation at the back of her neck.
Anger burning hot in her veins.
Screams echoing around her, both her own, and the screams of innocent souls.
The smell of alcohol, of chloroform, of pain, of fear.
The smell of death.
Voices….unfamiliar, yet she knew they were evil.
They were speaking about her.
And their words terrified her.
Where was she?
What had they done with her daughters?
Why had they brought her here?
Why did they torture her?
Why did they not end her misery, her suffering?
Why did they keep her alive?
Neveah opened her eyes and screamed.
The cold and dark eyes of a Pythonos were inches away. He was close…too close. She could see every detail of his face; his hooked hose like a vulture’s beak, the dark stubble on his cheeks, and his thin pale lips that curled into a sneer that made her blood run cold.
She wanted to slap him.
No. She wanted to strangle him, tear him apart with her bare hands.
She wanted to scream and cry and see his blood and make him feel the same pain he had made her feel.
But he was cunning and shrewd, and he had chained her to the bed she lay upon, rendering her helpless, no more than an animal. She was helpless to fight against the needles that invaded her flesh, to the poisons he put into her body, to the horrors he inflicted upon her.
For days he had reduced her to this, worse than an animal, dehumanizing her until she began to think of herself as nothing, only a vapor trapped in a body that did nothing but cause her pain.
She couldn’t remember how long she’d been here. When he had brought her here, she tried to keep track, but with no windows to see the light of day, it was nigh impossible to know the time.
The walls were painted sterile white, and bright lights hung above the bed.
Neveah felt vulnerable, like some specimen poked and prodded, a worthless growth, a stain on the beautiful face of Andromeda.
Her bed was in a large room. Several other beds lined the walls, containing prisoners, some in a worse state than she.
This place…was a living hell.
The Pythonos knew nothing but suffering. Jeers spilled out of their mouths like rivers, suffering came from their touch, and their hands were covered in blood.
Where are You? She had asked the Great One over and over again. Why won’t you save me? She clung to the flame of her hope in Him, but that didn’t make the pain go away.
It didn’t take away her torture, it didn’t eliminate the Pythonos-
All in an instant, a wave of pain hit her.
Flames danced before her eyes.
Someone was stabbing her with daggers…over and over again.
She could hear her own screams, her own pleas for them to stop…but she knew it was futile.
Jraldath knew no mercy.
***
Her head throbbed.
Every nerve screamed in agony.
Bruises stained her pale green skin, painting her body with memories of torture.
And her heart was broken.
She had failed.
A mahnith was supposed to care for her daughters.
Protect them.
Always be there for them.
See them grow up.
Attend their weddings.
Hold her grandchildren.
Instead….
Neveah opened her eyes to a piercing scream.
Oh, please, Great One, she leaned into the pillows, willing her hands to be free, anything to blot out the horrible sounds. Please, please, please….I can’t…..I can’t do this anymore…
Another scream.
Neveah writhed in agony. It was all too much…
Laughter.
The sound of cruel men reveling in every scream they tore from their captives.
The vile voices of evil itself.
The call of death.
And then a sound worse than all of them combined.
Nothing.
***
When Ottoline dared to open her eyes, she breathed a sigh of relief.
The men were gone.
She was safe.
Jraldath had dragged her down flight after flight of stairs, and Ottoline felt as though they were traveling into the belly of the earth itself.
And then….
The memories wrenched a sob from her throat.
Her lower lip was split and bloodied from the…
She didn’t want to think about it anymore.
Guys, I’m starting to worry about myself.
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LEFSE FOREVER!!!!!! <333I love those characters SOOO much!!!!!! And their character arcs are amazing!
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LEFSE FOREVER!!!!!! <333Ok awesome! I’ll be sure to tag you if I do. 🙃
Girl whyyy?? 😭
I love those characters SOOO much!!!!!! And their character arcs are amazing!
Tysm!! 😊 I’m so excited about their story, probably because it’s not going to be some crazy adventure. XD
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Girl whyyy?? 😭
Um….
Sorry…
XD
Don’t say I didn’t warn you! lol
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LEFSE FOREVER!!!!!! <333
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