Writing prompts from me to you. I personally cant write well, might aswell share ideas.

Writing Ideas, look to first chapter for more information.

Eros is born from a long and magnificent line of incubus and succubus, but when he is asked to carry on the family legacy... he comes out.

"Sorry dad, I uh... I think I'm asexual."

I sighed as I read the reviews being posted on my novel, I hovered my mouse and click on my profile to see any improvements.  Seeing the number of people removing my book from their library and the reading stats of my book went down, all of my books weren't good enough to be noticed by everyone. If not noticed, they aren't good enough to read.
 
This gives me more low motivation. 
 
 As an underrated writer, I knew that I can't force anyone to like my books. I want to be known by the people that I write great stories. I went back to my home page and saw the ranking of writers, how nice it to be on top one. I rest my hand under my chin, looking at my profile. 
 
 A low-ranking writer like me that has fewer views, comments is impossible for me to notice by thousand novels in this writing community I joined in especially.. all of them are talented. 
 
 
I stood up from my seat and headed outside and took a deep breath. The wind gently rustles the trees and few cars beeped on the road and subtle chatters of students that passed by my apartment are heard, I rested my elbow on the railings of my balcony and looked at them.
 
 Dreaming to be a known top writer is impossible to me, I tried to make and come up with interesting stories but all of its stats, views are down.   I went back inside, heading to my laptop to shut it down. I went to my living room, few empty cups of noodles are piled on the side of the table, papers scattered all over the place. 
 
 I glanced down and picked a paper. It reads, "WIP BOOKS and WRITING PROMPTS" 
 
 WIP BOOKS: 
 -UNSOLVED CASE: FELICIA
 -CONSPIRE WITH THE DEMON BEAST
 -THE MISADVENTURE OF ALEXANDER HUGHES 
 
 
WRITING PROMPTS: 
 -School Idol Girl Died because she is annoying to her crush
 -House For Rent's payment: Souls
 -Scaredy-cat male protagonist is inside the book he is reading. 
 -trapped in a world that has a lot of phobias. 
I scoff and shake my head, a bit disappointed with the writing prompts I made and my WIP books. All of them aren't good enough for my readers. No one likes them. Even the reviews they gave are 2. Some are 5/5 but I knew they didn't read it and just skipped the chapters.
 
 
 I gathered all my papers and piled them up, I put them on under my mini table. I grabbed my phone and put the paper under the mini table. Creativity and my words aren't good today, I don't want to make half-baked chapters. 
 
 Playing games, watching some shows on the television could make my mind relax and not let myself stress about writing. 
 
 "This player is smart, playing this game. Having tactics, huh?" I said as I'm multiply beaten with another player on the game. 
 
 Tactics...Player... 
 
 I quickly got up, went to my room and opened my laptop. I opened a new document and started to type on my laptop and a smile tugs on my face. 
  
 From the novels I've read, it's always smart players in a game.
 How about... I put it as me. I'm a smart writer that is experienced and known to be a top writer in a writing community and the writer wrote writing prompt about writing a story that could have an impossible ending or.. an endless ending. 

That would be the gist of the plot.. but I'll make a few changes. 
 
 I stopped on thought and looked at the calendar. When a writer wants inspiration to write, it says to work somewhere other than writing space. It would help the writer to have creative words in mind. 

I looked back to my laptop and started to type. 

BOOK TITLE: A Writer's Deadline.

"Write before the deadline or lose a life span" that's what Shane Hiroki thinks. Being a top writer is what Shane Hiroki wants to be known for. After receiving a notification from The Scripturient's League, Shane joined and become a member of low-rank writers. 

Shane and his team compete with other talented writers with their daily quest where they have to meet its requirement and deadline or else the members of the team would  lose a life span and lose its points. 

Will Shane survive the competitions and become a top writer? 

This book is highly related to writers. The book includes racing word counts, timed- word mini games, and etc. Just a reader? Read this and you'll know the struggles of being a writer and who knows.. Because of this book, you want to be a writer.. or not.

The last month for Harry had essentially been a string of repetitive days. He would wake in the morning and eat and train both magically and physically throughout the day. The regime he had been following had benefited even more than he could imagine. He felt strong and healthy and looked the best he ever had. He had grown a further 2 inches, had filled out considerably and had to replace his wardrobe entirely. His skill with a wand was coming on in leaps and bounds and his movement was both becoming exceptionally fast and graceful. He was happy with his progress but was under no illusion that he needed to keep at it; he still had a lot more work to do.

After writing to Neville he had received only one other piece of mail and that had come courtesy of the goblins that had sent him a magical sphere to record the parseltongue prompts so they could access the carcass in the chamber.

They had written to Dumbledore and he had agreed to allow them access to the school to retrieve the corpse hoping that the wealth it would provide to Harry would help him in his endeavours. The old man had respected what he assumed was the teens wish to be left alone but passed on his greetings and offered help if he needed it.

Harry was grateful to Dumbledore but Arcturus was clearly not fond of the man for reasons of his own.

He would then spend several hours in the evening on magical theory and learning the syllabus for the last few years of school and even studying beyond it the way that he knew his family had.

He found that in the peace and quiet of his room he could excel at his subjects but again felt disappointed in his less than impressive first few years at Hogwarts.

On the night he saw the files belonging to both his parents and grandparents he had vowed to do better academically and he was well on his way to living up to them the way he desired.

Today felt strange to Harry knowing that he should be on the express and returning to school but in a way he was glad that he wasn't. He had settled into his routine and knew that he was benefitting much more being here than he would at school. He did miss his friends but he no longer missed them the way he had. He didn't hold anything against them for not writing and felt no dislike towards them but he did feel let down by the apparent lack of care they had shown. It was not something he dwelled on much; he simply didn't have the time.

He was busy during all waking hours and only stopped to rest during meal times and when he was unwinding in the evening before he slept. No, Harry was not bitter but he was certainly indifferent.

Tried my best to write but things aren't just working out for me.

School is too busy, exit exams ( you have to take 20 different subjects and take exams for them) and National Achievement Tests would be due next week.

And the week after that is the annual semestral exam.

Wonderful life right?

I wan't to write but I can't.

I won't say sorry this time for failing to be a decent author as apologizing over and over again would only make it lose its sincerity.

I won't make any promises anymore as well for now as they will break anyway.

All I want to say is that I am postponing writing the story. And there are things that dissatisfies me in what I wrote.
 
First, i realized that 3rd person writing isn't really my style. It makes things flow harder.

Second, I messed up and tried to use the prison arc as the introduction arc when it was supposed to not be like that.

Stress, sleep deprivation, anxiety? I guess all that stacked together and made writing even hell of a worse for me. I can write things but they would be shit.

I messed up in character introductions as well. It can already bee seen from Tir, Grant's supposed adopted son popped out of nowhere without any foreshadowing and so early on. Its kinda weird as well why the child was too attached to Grant.

Honestly if I keep on writing this particular story as of now, I think every character would become cardboard cutouts.

They would just be there to fill in roles but in truth they would possess zero essence.

I don't like that.

So yeah... I'm postponing The Benelovent Paragon of Ruin for now.

Why the hell is my standards too high for this particular story that I would not hesitate to take it down or rewrite it again from scratch? I've invested a lot, I mean a lot of time into this and I want it to have a good start and a good finish.

But in the mean time, writing prompts competition are out.

I was waiting for this months ago when I still had the proper condition to write peacefully in glee. 

And I had written a basic story for a magic themed setting. And what would you know, #104 was for magic academy. Little tweaks there and here and the chapters were set.

You guys would probably be pissed for me promising and failing to deliver. And you might even be more pissed seeing I wrote another story instead of re writing this again.

I can't help it. I have personal financial reasons why I'm joining that contest. 

So yeah.

This is it for now

A world filled with magic and mysteries. One classroom. A summoning ritual.

Grant soon finds himself pulled along with his classmates into a world governed by strength. A world where magic is an integral part of reality.

But before he could even fully adjust to his new surroundings, he was cast away into the depths of a dark prison by those who saw him as a liability. 

Stuck in prison, he plans his grand escape while looking forward to the day he will take his revenge.

But event after event. Encounter after encounter. Grant soon finds himself embroiled in a series of events that would heavily impact the course of fate.

A oncoming demon invasion.

A missing monster lord who once brought Terrunn to its knees.

And gods watching in amusement up above from their lofty thrones. 

As the world revolves around him and influences him.

What would become of a man who had once lost everything that was dear to him?

Will he lose everything once more. Or will he find what he seeks the most?

With traitorous summoned heroes and the looming threat of demons, the world would face a new era of chaos.

An era like no other. An era where even the gods have to be wary of.

Blood would dye rivers red and corpses will pile up into mountains.

The winner would be king and the loser branded as a thief to be hanged at the gallows.

Strength, Wealth, Power, Influence, Divinity, Corruption.

In this game of life and survival, who would win and take the highest seat? What would it take to win?

Edit: Novel is being reworked just like my other novels

I've been writing since before I was a teenager.
Mom first taught me by writing letters to family and friends; But she told me that she couldn't teach it well. 

A little later when I was around thirteen, a great and well known teacher, called and said she wanted me in her English and literature class.
I was so excited and didn't know exactly, what to think honestly.

My first day of class at her house, made me a little nervous.
She showed Latin and Greek sentences, she said she wanted me to memorize them. 
The fact is, I didn't know the importance of it, until I realized how they helped me to learn vocabulary. 

She threw a lot of writing prompts at me, challenged me to think of something in less than ten minutes. 

I wrote a lot of stories and essays for her, I'll be honest they were ok to begin with; But when I kept doing them, I blossomed into someone else. 
Going through some issues during those times, my writing was therapy for me, and will until I die. 

I'm a dark person but in a good way, I use the bad in my life to show the better me. 
When life throws hurt, learn from it while you can, and ban all thoughts of quitting and accepting defeat.

My teacher made me realize very quickly, responsibility and keeping up with school work; These classes I took , were really on the same level with college semesters. 
I had so much piled on me, that it pushed me completely into studying and working very hard. 
"If you don't work for it, then you don't deserve it", That's something my parents always told me; It's so true.

Spending hours upon hours writing and editing my work, sometimes I was up past midnight.
I saw within these times, how much authorship meant to me, how I could express myself privately.
Like I've said before, I was too shy to show my work to really anyone except my teacher; So my writing was like a diary. 

But some of my stories, she read aloud to the class, because she was so impressed with them. 
I saw that my work gave them so much satisfaction.
"I have to write more", I said to myself.

Through the years I sometimes took breaks, but went back to writing, because my teacher's words kept echoing within my mind. 
"You are an excellent author. Captivating and beautiful."

I'm not looking back on this to be arrogant, but I'm just motivating myself to always become greater. 

Friends, even if you feel like you're not the best author, write anyway, if it makes you happy.
It's fun and mesmerizing at the same time, isn't it?

If I could learn well and use it, so can you, critics shouldn't stop you. 
They can kindly critique me, but I don't listen to negativity; It's depressing.
There's a great difference from saying something to aid someone, or just saying it to tear them down. 





I look back and remember who I was before, and see how much I've changed for the greater; More mature and encouraging. 
I'm going to keep being the better me, I refuse to again, become the younger Emma.

This novel is encompassed within poetry, thrillers, romance, and reality. It basically holds the content of my mind. I also write for encouragement and creativity.

This book is about what I experience in life: Negative thoughts, bad experiences, and trauma.
I use my book to record my dreams and nightmares I’ve had as well, using poetry to describe them.
It holds my thoughts and feelings which I feel every day. 

While I did not intend my novel to be completely understandable, my intentions are to relate and perhaps encourage others who like myself; Experience fierce depression.
My plan is to make the reader feel and see some of what I see and feel.


As a Christian, I seek to utilize my book to point to Christ in every difficult situation. He has helped and molded me into who I am today. Christ will deliver His children, in need of aid.

I sincerely hope this update of the synopsis, helps in your understanding of my poetry. Please let me know if you need more information. I have written some of my backstory and important information within my poems.

*For more in depth background info, please read chapter 107.

##When I first wrote this book, I did not plan on writing poetry. If I could change the category out of fan-fiction, I would.

I feel like my novel may start a bit slow, but continuing to read, it will build up and intensify.  ;)

A note: I apologize for chapter 130’s typo. When I proofread it, I saw that it had a misspelled word. 
I tried over and over again to update it, but there may be a glitch or something. I’m sorry if you see it too.
Just to clarify, I tried to write the word as “Indefatigably.”

My novel continues through chapters 162-170, which were accidentally published separately; Although they all consist equally with my book: Moving Through Life.  ;)

Hi me, the only one who reads this. You didn't write yesterday, so let's write down why. To be fair, when I got home yesterday I fell asleep for the whole day and didn't feel like writing. If I'm being honest though, I just didn't want too. Today I shall write, I have to force myself, to make myself like to write. To make me want more, to be more, and unfortunately, the path towards greatness is the one full of the most obstacles, sometimes the biggest one of all, is yourself. After that is the inspiration hurdle, then time, and then motivation. My goal with these writing prompts is to get it into my head that none of the previous things I mentioned matter, In the end, it's all on you. Everyone has time to write, no matter who you are or where you come from. 
We all have that inner drive to make, to create things beyond our wildest dreams. Think about it you can't tell me you have never once thought about worlds different from our own, or maybe worlds you thought up, or those strange what-if ideas you've come up within the middle of the night. Like 'What if the world was made of cheese?' or 'What if superpowers were real?'. Maybe even a few of you put pen to paper or mind to the keys. Then when you look at that blank document in front of you, all ideas and motivation leave you. Like Thanos snapped your story away. Some of you however maybe got something down, good. Don't worry if you can't write down anything else, just stop and let it fester in your mind for a while and come back. The next step is figuring out what type of writer you are, a Freestyle Writer who makes things up as they go, or the Writer with a Plan the one who needs to plan out every chapter step by step. 
Anyways I'm getting off-topic. I didn't write for the last day so I guess I'll have to write one more at some point, not today though. However, I'll still write the one for today mark my words.

Not A Book, but read if you want, your comments would help motivate me

Hey! What's up, folks?
It's a-me, M̶a̶r̶i̶o̶ ThinWhiteWalrus!

I recently got a message from one of the devs? I presume, in Wattpad. They asked me to use this platform. Admittedly I haven't been writing much, so I thought I might as well write something here.

In this book I'll write a bunch of one shots. One shots are basically a story written in a single chapter. This requires a lot of writing prompts, which I'm hoping you guys can send me!

Occasionally if I find interesting prompts on the Internet I'll fill the book with some stories myself.

Warning: I'm no professional author, so if you see some mistakes feel free to correct me! 

I'm still not too clear on how this app works. Is there a comment section? If so, comment writing prompts for me to write! It's all (obviously) free. I'm not gonna ask for money or anything, don't worry.

Right time for me to go write. Thanks for reading!

Some contact info:

Wattpad: ThinWhiteWalrus
Discord: QueenHolmes #7798
Instagram: @shannon.potato

This is a collection of One Shots!
Looking for writing prompts, so send them in!
I will write your prompt free of charge! 

Also will fill this book in with my own stories ;)

Madali lang naman ng gagawin ko, papahabain ko lang ang outline para sa kabanata isa pero wala akong ibang nakikita sa screen ng cellphone ko kundi:
PUTANG INAAAAA!!! WALA AKONG MAILAGAY DITOOOO!!! PAKING SHEEEETTTT!!
Simple lang talaga, ipapakilala ko ang Heroine kung ano siya, kung ano ang initial approach niya sa problema, ugali at iba pa. Kaunti lang naman at hindi parang autobiography na ilalatag na agad. Pero… TAENA TALAGA!! ANG TIGAS DI KO MA-STRETCH!!
Sumisigaw na naman sa isipan ko ang mga katagang: "Ano, susuko ka na? Sumuko ka na!"
Sa inis ko, in-exit ko na ang app, humila't pumikit. Hindi ko alam kung ilang minuto kong pinapakalma ang sarili ko bago ko muling dinampot ang cellphone ko at nagbukas na naman ng panibagong app.
Tinignan ko kung may nag-comment sa post ko kahapon, wala kundi isang like lang. Medyo bumangon na naman ang inis ko, the hell, gusto kong i-mention ang taon iyon at sabihing, "Anong gagawin ko sa like mo? Gagawin kong prompt?!"
Pero hindi ko iyon ginawa syempre, nasa katinuan pa ako. Tinatamad lang naman akong gumawa ng panibagong Tumblr account para maghagilap ng writing prompts kaya ako nag-post ng "Suggest a writing prompt please." Buti na lang may nakita akong Facebook page na nagbibigay ng exercises.
Habang naghahanap ako ng prompts na interisado, agad ng tumatakbo ang isipan ko sa mga short stories na gagawin ko. Hanggang sa nakakadama ako ng excitement, katulad noong unang beses akong nagsulat para sa publiko.
Bigla akong nakaramdam ng matinding relief, yung tipong naiiri mo na yung napakalaking tae na hindi mo mailabas-labas. Muli kong pinaalalahanan ang sarili ko na hindi ko na gagawin ang mga pagkakamali ko noon.
Hindi na ako magmamadali para matapos ang istorya basta maganda ang kakalabasan. Isa sa mga araw na ito, opisyal na akong magbabalik sa pagsusulat pero sa ngayon, writing prompts muna para hindi na ako kalawangin. Hehe, I'm so excited gumawa ng Me and My OC theme!
 
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Prompt: You actually write something instead of just reading the prompts.
Theme: Story of My Life

Writing prompts na kinopya ko sa Tumblr. Minsan may sense, madalas wala.

Naglalaman ng mga spoiler tungkol sa mga nobela ko. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

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DISCLAIMER:
Names, characters, places and incidents are either product of author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, events, and locals is entirely coincidental.

NOTE:
This story may contain strange or twisted ideas, words and scenes that do not suit your preferences as a reader. The characters do not personally reflect exactly what the writer is. It is advisable to read it with caution.

No part of this story may be translated into other languages, printed, copied or reproduced multiply without the written permission of the writer.

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