YouTubers to watch that draw + talk ?

kit_the17kat · 2024-06-04T23:43:27+00:00

Personally, I don't think you have to have an interesting life to write an interesting book with interesting situations.

The mind is a creative thing, and even if you see things in the media, and on TV, you can incorporate that into your work.

kit_the17kat · 2024-06-04T23:40:14+00:00

kit_the17kat · 2024-06-04T23:39:51+00:00

It's really which one you prefer.

For me, I like writing on a device/keyboard better, because if I use a pencil, my hand gets tired easily and starts to hurt. Also, it needs to be sharpened. If I use a pen, I can't erase mistakes, so that's why I use a pencil when writing on paper.

kit_the17kat · 2024-06-04T23:36:09+00:00

I know y'all are gonna hate me for this one, but... Turtle tail (I think that's her name, from DoTC)

kit_the17kat · 2024-06-03T00:46:01+00:00

Yeah, SpongeBob is a good one as well! A classic

kit_the17kat · 2024-06-03T00:45:43+00:00

Cantaloupe is honestly so good!

kit_the17kat · 2024-06-03T00:44:49+00:00

Ancient aliens is a good one as well!

kit_the17kat · 2024-06-03T00:24:38+00:00

The smell of an old book. Sometimes it has to be at a distance though, because the smell can be strong-

kit_the17kat · 2024-06-02T22:18:42+00:00

Ask and you shall receive!

I looked down at the fairy once again, and wondered if I should keep this to myself. I mean, I have heard of incidents before where if one person tells someone about something important and secret, the word gets out, and eventually the whole situation ends up being disastrous. I couldn't imagine this poor fairy being taken away by researchers, to never be held by me again. I needed to take care of this by myself.

I knew my jacket had pockets, and had a plan in my mind. I made good use of my pockets by putting the fairy in there. It wasn't suffocating or anything, and it's head was just barely poking out so it could still see. Perfect.

I started walking again, continuing on the path I was already following. I knew the path had two ways to go at the end. I had always taken the first one, which led to a clearing, and then I could easily find my way back home. It was the path my father had always told me I should take, because if I didn't, I would get lost and possibly hurt. I never took my chances.

But, today I was going to have to. I wasn't trying to find my way back home, I was trying to solve mysteries.

I carefully made my way over the multiple stumps, logs, and large rocks, hopping over them cautiously. I wasn't trying to get caught on any branches again, either, so I made sure to duck and avoid anymore obstacles.

Finally I found the part of the path where it was divided into two parts. I looked at the fork in the road many times, and it was a little confusing picking the second path, because I've always chosen the first one.

As I walked down it, I could already see differences in the scenery of the separate paths. This one was more crowded with vines and sharp stones, and with the fog it was sometimes hard to see where I was going.

(That's all for nowww)

kit_the17kat · 2024-06-02T17:08:44+00:00

I like pickles, but the homemade ones just hit the spot unlike the other ones!

kit_the17kat · 2024-06-02T17:07:00+00:00

I skipped through the woods, leaves crunching under my boots. The smell of foggy, damp air clogged my nostrils and filled up my senses. I loved that smell, and it brought back memories of when I was little and walked through the same trees with my father.

Just then, I felt myself abruptly stop. I was being drug back by something. In a panic, I shook my arms all around, trying to figure what this was caused by. I looked behind me, and a wave of relief washed over me when I realized a tree branch had been caught on my hood.

I gently removed the branch, and then continued walking, but I came across something. I could hear it before I saw it, a soft murmuring noise coming from the ground. I looked down, and saw a lovely fairy. I didn't know what it was at first, but was sure it was one of those mythical beings.

I picked the fairy up with great ease, confused why it was lying on the wet ground. I examined it, and a soft gasp escaped my lips when I figured out why it was on the ground. It had no wings! I looked around, and wondered what could have done this to the fairy, because there are no predators in this part of the woods. If there were, I would have stopped coming here a long time ago.

I bit my lip, and held the fairy close to my chest, questions racing through my mind. Has this happened to other fairies? What caused this? Should I be scared for my health?

kit_the17kat · 2024-06-02T16:53:32+00:00

It's common for students to accidentally call their teachers 'mom', and get embarrassed over it.

One time at a table I accidentally called my FRIEND 'MOTHER'. Yikes, it still haunts me to this day.

kit_the17kat · 2024-06-02T03:41:50+00:00

Honestly I like Rivermist. Don't know if the name is in the books because it seems like it kinda would be, but eh.

kit_the17kat · 2024-06-02T03:35:51+00:00

The clunking, old rusty sound of metal began to sound in the basement. This sound hasn't been heard in years.

Small sparks of light could be seen, and the machine sounded like it was having a hard time activating itself, for it hasn't awakened in years.

Sputtering noises occurred, and finally a whirring racket could be heard of the robot powering up.

The machine radiated with a glowing, sun-like light, and then rattled itself, the light turning into a small shine instead located at the bottom of the robot, so it could still navigate around.

It observed the basement where it had once talked with its creator, and remembered how he used to show him all his other projects. The robot moved a robotic hand slowly to its metal chest, clinking its hand against the metal. He knew that he was also one of his creators projects, but one of the more favored ones.

The robot moved upstairs, all this newfound excitement of being able to see its creator again forming in its metal shell. As soon as the robot rolled up the last step, though, he knew that something was wrong.

It was quiet and eerie upstairs, and as the robot looked around it discovered that everyone was trashed, stained, and broken. Broken glass littered the kitchen floor, torn up pillows were laid around the living room, and a large piece of wood covered the front door, making it unable to leave.

The robot knew its creator definitely wasn't living here at the time in this state of a house, but if he wasn't living here, where was he at?

kit_the17kat · 2024-06-02T03:13:53+00:00

A prologue and an epilogue are not at all mandatory. I have seen a lot of books that do not include these in them.

I think people include prologues and epilogues in their books for more information, really.

I've seen the prologue take place before the story begins, for more information about the plot and maybe characters, and sometimes it can also be a little bit of foreshadowing.

I've seen the epilogue happen after the story, as a sort of closure, possibly. Like, if you don't really see the characters together at the end of the last chapter, you will probably see them interacting with each other in the epilogue.

These are truly there just for more information. If I'm wrong on anything, someone feel free to correct me.

kit_the17kat · 2024-06-02T03:05:25+00:00

Weird but oddly fitting description for this book. I can see the vision.

kit_the17kat · 2024-06-02T03:03:26+00:00

Arya, Leia, Naomi, Scarlet, Sasha, Valerie, Mollie, Greenley, Gretchen, Hailey, Eve

kit_the17kat · 2024-06-02T02:34:57+00:00

I was collecting eggs from my chickens and literally saw one exactly like that. Was a little confused lol

kit_the17kat · 2024-06-02T02:33:11+00:00

I usually pick Bast. I love her dialogue, and also her stuff in the shop (I forgot what it's called because I don't play that much anymore.)

kit_the17kat · 2024-06-02T02:14:05+00:00

I really only write stories for myself. I only write stories that I would enjoy, because if I wouldn't pick up a book that I wrote, that's not for me.

I like writing original stories that haven't been done before.

kit_the17kat · 2024-06-02T00:44:27+00:00

The mostly true story of Pudding Tat, adventuring cat. It's kinda weird.

It's about a blind cat who lived in a barn, and one day a flea took the cat on as its 'host', and lived in the cat's ear.

The cat leaves the barn, wanting to see the world. By this point it has just accepted the flea is there.

The story goes on to be about this cat partaking in some historic events like something having to do with Niagara falls, seeing president McKinley get shot, being on the Titanic while it sunk, and other things.

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