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What Has Been Happening What is up everybody. As many of you may have noticed, I have been unusually silent of late. The main reason behind this has been one reason and one reason only. I have been busy. I have been hard at work behind the scenes, editing for Book 3, and writing Book 4 of the Stones of The Middle Lands series! Not to mention, time has been kinda filled with starting back to school. I promise that I have some exciting stuff coming soon, like Season 3 of my podcast, Writers World, possibly a new Writetober challenge, and possibly even a shot at NANOWRIMO. But we shall see. Current Projects + Their Status So, lets take a look at what I have in the works and where I'm at with it. 1. Book 3 of Stones of The Middle Lands - This is currently finished on my end, and we are waiting for it to go through the usual pleasantries that go along with the publishing process. 2. Book 4 of Stones of The Middle Lands - I currently have the first draft of this up to Chapter 15. This puts the book at about 1/3 of the way done, with having the first draft hopefully finished up in the next month or so, dependent on my time. 3. Season 3 of Writers World - Currently, Melissa and I are working hard behind the scenes so that we can start recording episodes and dropping them soon. We are however waiting a little bit, since soon we will be able to record in person, giving us a huge one-up in audio quality. 4. Possible world building book? - I won't give a lot of details about this, as it is a cooperative project, but I am currently working on a writing book all about world building in a very, shall we say, interesting manner. This would not be a book published through Teapots Away Media, and would actually be a collaborative project between me and another awesome author. More details to hopefully drop soonish. 5. TABC Anthology - As I may or may not have mentioned, I got one of my short stories into the Teen Author Bootcamp Anthology this year. Despite delays, this awesome anthology of teen writers is going to be releasing about mid-September, so keep an eye out for details on that! To Conclude Simply put, the life of an author, particularly one like me who is still in school, is BUSY. As such, writing isn't taking the total forefront of my life at the moment. However with that being said, it is still a high priority for me, and I have plenty of exciting things still coming up. So, keep your ears to the ground, and listen to the grapevine, because things are happening folks! Thank you all for your support, it means the world, and keep on writing!
Maybe Maybe, we're all a little broken,
Maybe, we are all struggling, Searching for a token, Just barely straggling. Maybe, we all have a demon, Which lay deep inside, Keeping us from being freemen, Forcing us to hide. Maybe, we're all a little hurt, For such is life, Maybe, we can't make it out unhurt, Because life means strife. Maybe, we've all loved, And lost another, One we called beloved, Who was our other. Maybe, we're all searching, For some forgiveness, To forgive and start forgetting, Despite our carnal impulsiveness. Maybe, when we're made down low, And sunk beneath the ground, We can choose to forgo, The chains that held us bound. Maybe, you should just forgive yourself, For all your own wrongdoings, Because before one finds oneself, They must understand their own doings. It is here! It's finally here! Learn how to take advantage of our book launch special down below! Only available through Saturday, July 11th, 2020! The Deal: for the price of $9.99 you can pre-order The Dark Hero in paperback, shipping included, and get a bonus digital copy of The Castaway Hero ! Normally priced at around $18.
How to take advantage of it: 1. Go to paypal.me/KenMearsAuthor 2. Pay $9.99 per copy. 3. The Ebook will be sent to the email address associated with the account used to pay, and The Dark Hero paperback will be sent to the address associated. If you want to have it sent to a different email/address, make sure to include that information in a note. 4. Do note, physical copy will arrive in 6-8 weeks due to printing delays. 5. Enjoy the first two books in The Stones of The Middle Lands! The Dark Hero - Prologue “AAARRROOOUUUGGHH!!” the fearsome howl bounced through the forest, leaving terror in its wake. The Helkles were on the hunt, and so was their master. The pack of beasts shot through the forests, their muscled bodies plowing through the underbrush. Their freakishly enlarged noses flared as they examined the night air, locating their prey. They lifted their glowing red eyes, searching for their target. Their warped claws dug into the forest floor, their elongated teeth glistening with drool. The pack followed the scent to a lone cabin, well hidden in the shadow of a cliff. The monsters bayed, summoning their master to the spot.
James followed the sound of the Helkles. As he drew near, the creatures stopped making noise. James entered the clearing in front of the cabin, sword in hand. The Helkles turned to face him, bowing their heads in respect. The beasts surrounded the front of the cabin, patiently waiting in a semi-circle formation. Once he made sure the coast was clear, James moved into a more relaxed and confident posture. “Come out, criminal!” He shouted. “My Helkles have you surrounded. You may as well accept your fate!” The only sound filling the night air was the subtle breeze through the trees and the panting of the Helkles. Then, a loud bang from the back side of the cabin. James and his helkles took off, circling the backside of the cabin. A dark figure ran off into the night, speeding into a nearby narrow canyon. “Get him, boys!” James said. The Helkles took off, following the dark figure. James ran as fast as he could manage, barely keeping the beasts in his sight. When he caught up with them, the creatures had already surrounded the fugitive at the end of the canyon. The man’s black eyes barely reflected any light as he looked up defiantly at James. His full, brown beard had leaves and twigs in it, and his brow glistened from his sustained running. “The Order will never keep control,” the man said. “Evil never wins. Not for long. As long as there is evil, good will be there to fight it.” James cackled. “You don’t really believe that, do you? The Order has access to power you can’t even begin to imagine. No one stands a chance against us. Soon, the world will be unified under The Malevolent One, and there will be peace. You won’t be there to see that day.” “I wouldn’t want to,” the man said. James raised his sword, preparing to strike. He looked deep into the man’s eyes. There was no fear, no regret, only a burning sense of defiance. As the sword came down, James bolted upright, breathing heavily, covered in sweat. He looked around, examining his tent. The forest lay quiet around him, enveloping him in silent darkness. James laid back down but couldn’t even manage to close his eyes. The image of the man, lying helpless, yet defiant, haunted him. At least it was only a dream. A Message Of Hope Howdy folks. Boy has it been a while. It feels as though it's been years, even though it's been only a little more than a month. And boy how the world has changed. Everyone is afraid, even if they won't admit it. To be honest, I too am more than a little afraid. The world we live in has really changed.
There may be bad news around every bend. Fearmongering by the media faces us at every turn. We just can't seem to catch a break. Every day we hear about "1,000 more infected," and "how serious the corona virus REALLY is." The economy is shot, stocks plummeting, banks running without accountability. All signs point to the apocalypse. People can't find common supplies from flour to toilet paper(seriously though, what are you going to do with it, wrap yourself in it?) It seems as though all hope should be lost. I am here to tell you, ALL HOPE IS NOT LOST. It may seem as though humanity is facing impossible odds. It may appear to some like these are the end times. But there IS a light at the end of the tunnel. There is a hope. And that hope, is YOU. How you act in these trying times, will help define the future. Whether you choose to panic buy things you do not need, or only get what you really need, this will have an effect. We as a society tend to do what others do. So when others are panicking and doing reckless things, that only encourages more people to follow suit. But if you choose to act responsibly, to be brave, and think like a proper human being, we can beat this. We are already so close, we may even be in the home stretch. We need to work together to stay calm, and see COVID-19 for what it is, and not what the media makes it out to be from fearmongering. We need to band together, and face this demon, so we can move on with our lives. There has already been too much bad news. Let's make the bad news stop. Implore the news to cover something OTHER than the bad news. Ask your friends to be kind, and not take what they don't need from stores. Use this time to improve and progress, not devolve and become archaic. I anticipate that if we, as a species, use this quarantine time to improve ourselves, invest in our interests, and rest, we will turn this crisis right around. I hope to see new inventions, ideas, and passions emerging when we finally come out of our holes in the ground. It is my hope, that this will change society for the better, not for the worse. It is my hope, that we will rise to the challenge as a species, and make the best of a bad situation. It is my hope, that YOU, yes, you, the reader, will be the hope of tomorrow, by seizing this day. I make an end of speaking, and leave this, my hope, with you, dear reader. You're Crazy You're crazy!
They say, Am I crazy? I hope so, I pray. Am I crazy, For having a bit of ambition? Am I crazy, For finding my life's mission? Am I crazy, Because I have a purpose? Am I crazy, Because I may seem multipurpose? Am I crazy, Because I want to inspire others? Am I crazy, Because my life seems to be anothers? Am I crazy, Because I stand for what I believe? Am I crazy, Because I am not afraid to achieve? Am I crazy, Because I try and do? Am I crazy, Because I went and flew? Am I crazy, Because I took that pain and hurt? Am I crazy, Because that put me on the outskirt? Am I crazy, Because I choose to care? Am I crazy, Because I do not wilt under another's glare? No, I am not crazy, Because I stand alone. Because I am not lazy, And do not live as a clone. If that makes me crazy, Then I believe I'm proud. To be known as crazy, Because I am willing to be loud. I suppose I am crazy, Because I speak the truth. I do not live life hazy, But always in youth. You're crazy! They say, Am I crazy? I hope so, I pray. How Mismanagement Of Political Power And The Media Is Exemplified In Fahrenheit 451 In the world of Fahrenheit 451, firemen start fires, burning down any houses with books. Fahrenheit 451 follows Guy Montag, who learns to break free of this society and how he finds the value of books. In Fahrenheit 451, the extreme mismanagement of political power and the media cause society to turn against books and, along with, any ideas or people considered “too radical.” There are three examples in which this idea is exemplified. First of all, the constant brainless media given to the people of Fahrenheit 451 lead to a decline in the love of books, ideas, and social connections. Second, the government supports people’s ignorance using brutality and the use of the media. The last example is the fact that the entire society loathes books and the ideas that come with them. Now I will take a deeper look into each of these examples.
The constant brainless media has turned people against ideas, books, and true social connection. This is one of the most concerning examples because it is happening in real life. Much of today’s media is empty of any real value and only used to give one’s eyes something flashy to look at. A great example comes from the work, Fahrenheit 451. Take a close look at the media described here; “Abruptly the room took off on a rocket flight into the clouds; it plunged into a lime-green sea where blue fish at red and yellow fish. A minute later, three White Cartoon Clowns chopped off each other’s limbs to the accompaniment of immense incoming tides of laughter.” Notice how every single thing that happens in this example is simply flashy imagery. And there is no true substance within it. Everything shown on the television program is disjointed and is not conducive to true deep thought. This isn’t even the worst of it. People in Fahrenheit 451 realize that there are barriers in their society thanks to the media, and they attempt to fill the void with false interaction. Yet another example from Fahrenheit 451 shows this false interaction. “Well, wasn’t there a wall between him and Mildred, when you came down to it? literally not just one wall but, so far, three! And expensive, too! And the uncles, the cousins, the nieces, the nephews, that lived in those walls, the gibbering pack of tree-apes that said nothing...” We see here that Guy even outright notices there are walls between him and Mildred. He and his wife should have no barriers between them, yet the media’s false interaction puts up a horrible barrier. The entire society of Fahrenheit 451 is interconnected yet more separate than ever. If this is disturbing to you, then you might just be realizing that this is very nearly the society you live in. We are constantly absorbed in our media, paying more attention to our phones, televisions, and games than to our own families. And what is even worse, this is supported by the government in Fahrenheit 451. The government in Fahrenheit 451 only supports people’s ignorance using brutality and media manipulation. The greatest example of that is how the government supports the firemen to burn books that contain any ideas considered “too radical.” If for whatever reason you don’t believe the firemen in Fahrenheit 451 are supported by the government, take a look at this quote from Beatty, the chief of the firemen. “Any man’s insane who thinks he can fool the government and us.” Here Beatty makes the notion that one is insane if they think they can fool the government and the firemen. In addition to the firemen, the government also uses “The Hound” to seek and destroy books and the people who possess them. The Hound is a terrifying machine, as is shown when it is hunting down and killing “Montag,” all while being filmed for the whole world to see. “The Hound leapt up into the air with a rhythm and a sense of timing that was incredibly beautiful. Its needle shot out. It was suspended for a moment in their gaze, as if to give the vast audience time to appreciate everything, the raw look of the victims face, the empty street, the steel animal a bullet nosing the target.” The sheer horror of this mechanical creature is usually enough to keep people from books and radical ideas. Even then, most people have turned against books and radical ideas. The entire society in Fahrenheit 451 loathes books and the ideas that come with them. The Hound and the firemen are almost unnecessary because everyone already hates books. A brilliant example of this sentiment is when Beatty talks about how terrible books can be. “What traitors books can be! you think they’re backing you up, and they turn on you. Others can use them, too, and there you are, lost in the middle of the moor, in a great welter of nouns and verbs and adjectives.” Here Beatty talks in a roundabout way about how the ideas in books can conflict and how “they turn on you.” It is clear as day that people like Beatty believe books are extremely vile and able to betray you. And Beatty is not very extreme in his views of books. When Montag reveals his collection of books to Mildred, she completely flips out and demands he incinerate them. He also reduces one of Mildred’s friends to tears with a mere poem from a book. It is clear to see that the people care about nothing but the bare necessity to keep society functioning and loathe higher idealistics that books present. The following quote talks about how this has spilled into the school system in Fahrenheit 451. “School is shortened, discipline relaxed, philosophies, histories, languages dropped, English and spelling gradually neglected, finally almost completely ignored. Life is immediate, the job counts, pleasure lies all about after work. Why learn anything save pressing buttons, pulling switches, fitting nuts and bolts?” This statement says, in essence, that their society values nothing save the bare minimum. Life should not be complicated, it should be for nothing but pleasure. People don’t need to be educated, they don’t need any of those nasty books and the ideas that come with them. All that is needed is the minimum. That is the sentiment of this entire society. To put it quite simply, it can be seen how the media and government in Fahrenheit 451 have turned against books and the ideas in books in three examples. The constant brainless media is the focus of everyone and lead to a decline in books, ideas, and human connection. The government supports all the book and idea hatred using brutality and media manipulation. Last but not least, the entire society loathes books and radical ideas, wanting nothing but minimal work and maximum pleasure. Through those three examples, we can see how the mismanagement of political power and the media has caused everyone to turn against books, “radical ideas,” and those associated with them. A Bell On The Doorstep Christmas had always been a difficult time for Chris. His family was way beyond what you would call "intense." Everything was a competition with them. Who could get the best gifts? Who put up the most lights? Who could go fastest down the hill? It all put Chris in a funk. After years of fierce Christmas competition, Chris had grown resentful of the season. Often he would lock himself in his bedroom for hours just to get away from the arguments and competitions. Finally, after putting up with it for sixteen years, Chris had had enough. "What is wrong with all of you!" Chris said as the family argued around the dinner table. "Why do you all argue and compete so much! I'm sick of it! I'm going to my room!" Chris stormed off to his room, leaving his family to their stupid arguments and silly competitions. Chris sat down on his bed, trying to clear his head. He let out a few ragged breaths. I just want my family to get along for once. He thought. Several hours later, half an hour till midnight, long after everyone else had fallen asleep, Chris heard a soft knock at the front door. Curious as to who would stop by so late at night, Chris walked downstairs. He opened the door and looked around, trying to find whoever had knocked. But there was nobody there. Chris finally looked down to see something sitting right on top of the welcome mat. Curious, Chris picked up the object and inspected it. It was a little silver bell with a few little stars punched into it. The word Believe was written across it. Attached with a bright red ribbon was a golden colored piece of paper. Written on the piece of paper were the words Believe in the Spirit of Christmas. Round Trip. 5c. "Huh," Chris said, bringing the bell inside. "Wierd." Chris took the bell with him back up to his room and sat it on his nightstand. Picking up the book he'd been reading, Chris seemed to forget about the strange little bell. Nearly half an hour passed. The clock on Chris's wall ticked slowly to midnight. A strange bluish light filled his room. Caught off guard by the sudden brightness, Chris looked up from his book. He searched around for the source of the light before finding it. The silver bell was glowing. Believe "What the-" Chris cried out. He did a double-take, checking that what he saw was real. Indeed, the silver bell was glowing a soft yet bright blue. Chris reached out to touch it. As he did, he heard a faint voice echoing in his head. It seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere all at once. "Believe, pay the ticket," The voice whispered. "Believe, pay the ticket." For a moment, Chris was utterly confused. Then, he remembered that the golden-colored ticket had said five cents on it. Chris jumped up, ran to the little pile of change he always kept in his room and grabbed a nickel. Running back to the bell, Chris searched for some way to give the nickel to the mysterious voice. Chris picked up the bell and examined it further. He found that the bell had a gentle warmth to it. A small slit the size of a nickel had appeared on one side. Carefully, Chris inserted the nickel into the slot. Suddenly, the bell grew brighter, nearly blinding Chris. He dropped it on the floor, frightened. The bell started to bounce around the room, flying up and down and all over the place. It knocked things off of his wall, things flew everywhere. The little bell smashed into his reading lamp, breaking the lightbulb and sending the room into darkness save the glow coming from the bell. Finally, the bell calmed down and hovered in midair just in front of Chris. A little frightened but still curious, Chris reached out once again to touch the silver bell. As he did, the bell let out one last bright flash. Blinking the light spots out of his eyes, Chris looked at the bell bewildered. Then, he heard the same voice once again. The Spirit Of Christmas "Hello." Came the small voice. "I am The Spirit Of Chrismas." Chris looked around, trying to find the source of the voice. "Where are you?" Chris wondered aloud. "Right here silly." the voice said. "I'm floating right in front of you." "Wait... so you're the bell?" Chris asked. "I just take the form of a bell." The Spirit said. "I'm not really a bell. I'm The Spirit Of Christmas." "What are you then?" Chris wondered. "I am the physical manifestation of Christmas. All of the happy memories, family bonding, and love of the season." The Spirit explained. "Why are you here?" Chris asked. "To get your help." The Spirit said. "I used to be very alive and well, but in recent years, people have lost sight of the true meaning and spirit of Christmas." "And how could I help you?" Chris asked. "By letting me show you the true meaning of Christmas, and then going and spreading real Christmas spirit!" The Spirit said. "Okay then," Chris said. "Show me the true meaning of Christmas." "Grab on to me and I will." The Spirit said. Chris reached out to grab The Spirit Of Christmas. As his hand touched the silver bell, his room began to warp and change around him. The whole room swirled and twisted. And then, just like that, they were somewhere else entirely. Happy Memories Chris looked around to see that they were in his living room. His family was gathered around, cheerfully opening presents and chatting. Except, everyone looked younger. His parents had a few less gray hairs, and all of his siblings looked at least ten years younger. He even spotted his younger self, no older than three or four. "What on earth?" Chris asked. Nobody looked up to the sound of Chris's voice. "Welcome to your last happy memory of Christmas." The Spirit said. "Why can't they hear us?" Chris asked. "Because this is nothing but your memory. We can move through it, but they won't realize we are here." "Weird," Chris said. "But this can't be my memory. I can't remember a single Christmas where we were all this happy." "You may not realize it, but this was buried deep within your subconscious." The Spirit said. "But this must have been like, thirteen years ago," Chris said. "Yes." The Spirit said. "As you can see, everyone is really happy here in your memory. That is why you've felt so wrong about Christmas. Because you remember how it used to be, how it should be." "I just don't get how I could fix this," Chris said. "There's no way my family could ever have a Christmas like this again." "Do not worry." The Spirit said. "You will know what to do when the time is right. Now, grab me once again." Not even thinking, Chris grabbed The Spirit Of Christmas, and the room warped around him once more. As quickly as it started, the room settled down again and changed into yet another scene. Family Bonding Strangely enough, the next place Chris found himself was on the beach. Waves crashed down on the shore, and a happy family played in the sand. "Uh, did something go wrong?" Chris asked. "No, we are right where we need to be." The Spirit said. "But this has nothing to do with Christmas," Chris said. "It has everything to do with the spirit of Christmas," The Spirit said. "Take a closer look at that family." As Chris peered at the family, he realized it was his family a couple of years ago. He could see his siblings and him messing around. They buried his younger brother in the sand as the boy squealed in delight. Chris had fond memories of this vacation. But it had happened nowhere near Christmas. "I can see that's my family, and sure, this was a nice vacation, but it had nothing to do with Christmas. It was the middle of July." Chris said to The Spirit. "Ah, but the principle of this memory has everything to do with Christmas." The Spirit said. "On this particular trip, your family bonded more than ever. Being able to escape the city and relax together brought you all together. Family bonding is a very important part of Christmas." Chris thought for a moment. It made sense. Shouldn't Christmas be the time when you grow closer to your family? "Alright Spirit, I see what you're saying," Chris said. "Now what?" "Now, we go to our last experience." The Spirit said. "Grab on." The world once again shifted and warped around them, until the pair landed somewhere different entirely. Kindness Chris and The Spirit Of Christmas stood in the hallways of Chris's school. Kids walked through the halls chatting about their weekends. Chris searched for himself, knowing that was what The Spirit wanted him to see. Finally, he saw himself. A girl hurried down the hall just in front of Past Chris before slamming into a larger girl. The pile of books she was carrying flew from her arms, scattering everywhere. "Watch where you're going, nerd." the larger girl sneered. Chris watched on as his past self ran up to the scene. "Hey, cut it out." Past Chris said to the larger girl. "What are you going to do, make me?" the larger girl said. Past Chris straightened up to his full height. "Listen, I don't want anything bad to happen here. Now, if you just walk away, nobody gets in trouble. But if you try anything, there are plenty of people around here that would make sure you got in trouble." Hesitation flashed in the larger girl's eyes. "Psh, whatever." She said as she walked off into the crowd. Past Chris bent down to help the girl pick up her books. "Hey, you alright?" Chris asked. "Y-yeah." the girl stammered. "T-thank you for what you did." "Of course." Past Chris said. "I can't stand people like that, who just think they can pick on others just because they're bigger than everyone else." "W-well, that was very brave of you." the girl said. "Eh, it was nothing," Past Chris said. "I don't think I got your name." "C-chelsie." she stammered. "Nice to meet you Chelsie, I'm Chris." Past Chris said. As the two of them continued talking, Chris turned to The Spirit Of Christmas. "Okay, so what is the lesson here?" "Kindness." The Spirit said. "You were so kind to that girl that you didn't even know. Kindness is at the core of Christmas. It is the season of giving and love." Deep in Chris's heart, he knew what The Spirit was saying was true. He could feel it with every fiber of his being. "So now what?" Chris asked. "Now, you show your family the true meaning of Christmas. Let's get you home." The Spirit said. This time, when Chris touched the silver bell, his world went completely black. The True Meaning Of Christmas Chris woke up, stretching out in his bed. Man, what a strange dream. He thought. I must have fallen asleep while I was reading. As Chris considered everything he'd seen, he heard a loud knocking on his bedroom door.
"Chris, Chris! Wake up! It's Christmas!!" His little brother shouted. Chris leaped up, ran to the door, and hurried down the stairs to the living room. His family was already gathered around the Christmas tree, ready to rip into their presents. "Hey honey, I'm sorry about last night." Chris's mom said. "I know we can get a little intense sometimes. Are you alright?" "Mom, Dad, everyone, I have something I want to say," Chris said. "Last night, I realized the true meaning of Christmas." "Oh did you now?" Chris's dad chuckled. "Please, impart your wisdom on us son." "Our family is really competitive." Chris started out. Everyone murmured in agreement. "But Christmas should not be about who gives the best gift, or who put on the most ornaments. The true meaning of Christmas resides in happy memories, family bonding, and kindness. And I think our family has done a miserable job of following in the true meaning of Christmas." As Chris finished speaking, his family sat shocked for a moment. Then, his mother pulled him into a hug. Tears streamed down her face. "You're right Chris." She said. "We've let the real meaning of Christmas get away from us for far too long. From now on, no more Christmas competitions. No more who's better than who. Just our family, making memories." "Thank you, mom," Chris said. And so, that Christmas things changed in Chris's family. Everyone was equally grateful for their gifts, and they had a delightful day. When Chris went back up to his room, he sat down on his bed. What a wonderful Christmas. He thought. I am so glad I had that weird dream last night. As he sat down pondering, he looked up at his nightstand. There sat the little silver bell and the ticket. What if it hadn't been a dream after all? Chris picked up the bell and ticket and examined them. On the back of the ticket, there were nine new words. Don't forget to pass on The Spirit Of Christmas. We've all been there. You finally have the motivation to write. You don't care, it could be a short story, a novella, or a full blown epic fantasy. However, you just can't seem to come up with an idea. It happens to the best of us. Today, I'm going to provide you with a variety of ideas to spark stories that you will love to write. Lets begin! First of all, where do ideas come from? Ideas can come from anywhere. They could come from the lamp across the street late at night, they could come from a family dispute over the holidays. Inspiration could strike everywhere. Which is why you should always keep a note keeping system with you. Whether it's just your phone using Google Keep, or a physical notebook, the best way to find inspirational story ideas is to be at the ready when they come to you. Especially keep a notepad by your bed so you can catch those sleep-induced ideas. But I need an idea RIGHT NOW! Okay, okay, I get it. You want to get an idea and get writing right away. Below are some helpful strategies for the genesis of stories. I hope they are useful. However, remember it would be best if you find your own strategy to come up with ideas, one specific to you.
Use story prompts. There are a lot of fun story prompts out there. I personally follow several Instagram accounts that regularly post prompt ideas. You never know when writing something off of a prompt could lead to something wholly your own!
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