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Idea You Can Steal 25: “I need to go”
So I’m changing things up this month and giving you August’s first Idea to Steal this week. Changing things up? Wait. You lied to us?! Sorry, all, but I need a little more to complete all of this month’s posts before my Montreal trip. In the meantime, here’s a meaty story idea for you to…
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Writing Prompts 20
Traveled recently? I’ll be taking a trip to Montreal later this month. So August’s Idea to Steal will be coming earlier than scheduled.
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The Sword in Lake Mitchell, Part 5
Awareness broke slowly. Kaelyn lay flat on her back, surrounded by softness and warmth. If it weren’t for this, she felt like she would spread out and melt into a puddle. She knew she was waking up because her right arm stung.
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Idea You Can Steal 24: A Warrior’s Oath
So my town is in the middle of a heat wave right now — close to 100 degrees (Fahrenheit) every day. So, I haven’t been able to enjoy the sun as much as I’d like to. Hope the weather where you are is much more pleasant. Rants aside, here’s your story idea for July.
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Writing Prompts 19
I hope all of my American readers had a happy Fourth of July. Here’s some writing prompts to keep your summer groove rolling.
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The Sword in Lake Mitchell, Part 4
That evening, Kaelyn walked out to Lake Mitchell. The water rippled, calm and black. Phobos was already high in the sky, and Deimos was rising above the trees. Twilight was fading fast. She wasn’t usually out this late, but the sooner she did this, the better. She found her rowboat in its hiding place. She…
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Idea You Can Steal 23: Park Mystery
Happy First Day of Summer, fellow Northern Hemisphere dwellers. Here’s an idea to jumpstart your next writing session.
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Writing Prompts 18
The season of long days has finally reached the Northern hemisphere. Here are some prompts to kickstart your summer writing.
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Idea You Can Steal 22: The Disappearing Resort
May’s got an additional Friday for us this year. So here’s an extra idea for your writing habit.
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The Sword in Lake Mitchell, Part 3
Ville’s chapel was a small stone building in the northwest corner of town. Kaelyn pulled her wagon over the threshold and passed through the shadowy entrance into the sanctuary. The wheels clattered over the stone as Kaelyn walked past the wooden pews. Sunlight filled the room, tinting the white walls ever so slightly pink. Ahead…