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Writing a fantasy novel means paying attention to common elements of the fantasy genre, worldbuilding and more. Use these helpful fantasy writing resources.

Writing a fantasy novel means paying attention to common elements of the fantasy genre, worldbuilding and more. Use these helpful fantasy writing resources.

Romance Writing Prompts-November 2016-Coffee and papers flew into a mess as the two strangers collided on their hurried paths, unaware their destinies were now intertwined.

Romance Writing Prompts-November 2016-Coffee and papers flew into a mess as the two strangers collided on their hurried paths, unaware their destinies were now intertwined.

Oh god. I need to rewrite everything. I know for a fact I used "feel" in my writing today.

Oh god. I need to rewrite everything. I know for a fact I used "feel" in my writing today.

Oh god. I need to rewrite everything. I know for a fact I used "feel" in my writing today.

Oh god. I need to rewrite everything. I know for a fact I used "feel" in my writing today.

This actually helps a lot because I think people overuse descriptive writing sometimes

This actually helps a lot because I think people overuse descriptive writing sometimes

You are an assassin. You don't use explosives, guns, or poison. You are a master of the butterfly effect.

You are an assassin. You don't use explosives, guns, or poison. You are a master of the butterfly effect.

"But then then I saved you, so it cancels out! And if you recall, I apologized, but you were being spectacularly annoying about the whole thing."

"But then then I saved you, so it cancels out! And if you recall, I apologized, but you were being spectacularly annoying about the whole thing."

#WritingPrompt: It wasn't the leather jacket or dark eyes that sent a chill down my spine. It was the sly smile that crept onto her face when she looked in my direction. No one was supposed to be able to see me.

#WritingPrompt: It wasn't the leather jacket or dark eyes that sent a chill down my spine. It was the sly smile that crept onto her face when she looked in my direction. No one was supposed to be able to see me.

Writing Prompt  For other prompts and much more, plus a writing community visit us at: www.worldsmyths.com

Writing Prompt For other prompts and much more, plus a writing community visit us at: www.worldsmyths.com

Never trust those who got out of the Other City alive. They'll never tell the truth about what they did to survive it.

Never trust those who got out of the Other City alive. They'll never tell the truth about what they did to survive it.