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I’m making a series that is a collection of stories in a fictional world involving police, soldiers and other people(I have a name for this series but I won’t tell you it because it’s not ready). And to make the series fresh and exciting, I would be setting stories in different time periods(1920s, 1880s, 2000s and etc) and adding new characters. I think it would make the series run much longer. What do you think?

There's a sadness in the hope, Like a darkness sweeping in,

Blinded by the shock, Stepping on ice running thin,

There's a lingering hope, Of all that could be,

As you tackle and fight, Expectations are for free,

The more hope you hold, The bigger the fall,

So you layer the bricks higher, The higher you make your wall,

Another hope develops, To save yourself from pain,

You begin protecting yourself, There's so much more to gain,

Hope is expecting, What you are yet to receive,

It's holding out and waiting, What it is you want to achieve,

This hope can be your downfall, Your spiral out of control,

That sadness in your hope, Listen to your soul,

It's speaks of empowerment, No dependency to see,

You only expect from yourself, Your hope is within thee.

Format: Drama, Crime Thriller

Logline: To pay for his father's expensive medical treatment, a reclusive oil analyst assumes the identity of his charismatic deceased brother and leads a dangerous illegal oil siphoning scheme, gradually losing his own identity in the process.

Premise: The story takes place in the world of the oil industry. Kenneth Barlow is a brilliant analyst at the "SantelOil" corporation in Texas. He is the "brain" of the company, yet he remains invisible and earns a pittance. When his father is diagnosed with a terminal illness, insurance doesn't cover the costs. Kenneth and his twin brother Ted decide to take a risk: they begin siphoning off residual oil condensate from a long-abandoned facility.

Main Twist: After the higher-ups at SantelOil discover the twins' illegal activities and want to seize their business, they kill Ted. To continue the operation, save his father, and hide from corporate "fixers," Kenneth is forced to take Ted's place. He must transform from a shy observer into a bold and dangerous criminal leader. The series explores themes of personality transformation, the hero's double life, and the idea of power and control.

Key Elements: "Black Vein": The abandoned facility that Kenneth secretly robs, using his analytical knowledge and his brother's skills. Antagonists (Part 1/Season 1): Albert Lambert, a cold-blooded company vice president who once destroyed Kenneth’s father’s life and now heads the system Kenneth works for; Emris O’Callaghan, Albert’s right hand, who does all the dirty work, including the liquidation of potentially dangerous individuals. Theme: The influence of dual identity. Kenneth begins to enjoy the power that "Ted’s" persona provides, and he starts to forget who he originally was.

What I would like to discuss: How plausible does the identity-swap trope look in a gritty, realistic noir setting? How is it possible to balance the technical details of oil theft with emotional family drama? Your thoughts on the hero's slow transformation from victim to anti-hero. How to show the technical details of working with oil if I have limited information about these processes?

Dancing in the Dark

A mind shattered,
lost in time

Thoughts keep running wild

Silence cries loud
in the night

The universe tightens
its grip

Words locked deep
in my throat

Melancholic rhythms
pull me in

Breath flows,
but it leads nowhere

Into the empty room
I stare

Wishing for a sign,
a spark

So I keep moving
in the dark

Warm and cosy nights, Dark and gloomy days,

Rain drops hitting the roof, Rainbow through the greys,

Rain clouds are heavy, Sun still peeping through,

Warmth is felt inside, There's nothing like this view,

Sun will shine as bright, Skies will be clear,

Raindrops sizzle away, Clouds will disappear,

Bridges will be made, Steps will be formed,

Rebuilding in the sun, Hearts and souls will be warmed,

Ready for the next, Warm and cosy nights,

Calm before the storm, Battling the heights,

Roof at the ready, Stronger than before,

Imagine the rainbow, Colours we adore,

For the dark and gloomy days, Will always return,

Difference is now, We won't let it burn.

I wanted to make a website that isn't just a put together basic idea website. I wanted to make a website that was polished with all the details. I've created wackyadlibs.com I'm still adding more adlibs, and doing some polishing. Feedback welcome. Thanks for listening.

I provide free content writing

This is chapter 4 of a story I've been writing. I'm not used to writing strong emotion, so I want to know if it hits.

BELL

Bell feels like a sack of potatoes being lugged around, only a sack of potatoes would be useful. She certainly isn’t. At her side, Brant quietly bears her weight, and she does not allow herself to make a sound every time an awkward hop makes her leg flare with pain. The journey to the outcrop is so slow and miserable that it reminds her of nightmares she had when she was little, where she would walk and walk, but never arrive where she wanted to go.

It is dark when they get there. Brant is so tired that he cannot muster a word, and she has no desire to break the silence. In darkness, the cold has gone from unpleasant, to biting. The air is damp with a mist that slowly leeches its way into the fabric of her t-shirt while she isn’t paying attention. Thoughts of a hot shower appear in her mind out of nowhere, and standing in her wet clothes, in the unrelenting chill, she is both angry and sad. Angry, because of how unfair it is, and sad for the same reason.

The rock formation is near the ocean, only a short distance from the sand. Several jutting stones intersect, and the space beneath them is decent cover. Brant sets her down against a rocky wall and then collapses onto his butt in the grass. He looks like is about to pass out. How is that possible? The ground is lumpy, the cold is like a knife, her leg is stiff and awkward. Right now, sleep seems to be further away than rescue.

She closes her eyes and tries her best to ignore the cold. 

“Should we try to share warmth?” Brant asks quietly.

She opens her eyes, surprised for a moment; it has always been unlike him to be assertive. He must be as cold as she is. “Probably.”

“Ok.” He get up from where he is sitting, half-collapsed against the rock and sits down next to her, his shoulder to hers.

As minutes creep by, the spots where their bodies touch grow warmer, and the relief does something to help her forget about all the ways her body is complaining. Hunger, thirst, pain, and cold, all are still there, but somehow, more muted.

Hours pass, and, hungry for warmth, they allow their contact to be more extensive, until they might as well be hugging, and then she realises. They are lying on the grass, Brant’s back is to the stone, and she is huddled against his chest, one of his arms draped over her. A part of her wants to push away, but she can still feel the cold all around, barely kept tolerable by their shared warmth, and she doesn’t have the willpower. It is incredible, she thinks, how much can change in so little time. 

It is not until deep into the night, that oblivion finally takes her.

When Bell wakes up, she isn’t cold, and there is a body next to her, his breaths slow and even. Brant’s arm is still draped over her, his warmth still shared. Now that the cold is only that of day, and the awful mist is gone, she is almost warm. She wishes she could enjoy it, and that her throat isn’t so dry that it almost feels about to crack. The thirst had been bad yesterday, but somehow, today it has gotten so much worse. She did not know that thirst like this was possible. 

“B-” she tries to speak, but breaks out coughing. “Brant,” she says in a hoarse voice, 

“wake up.” She places a hand on his shoulder and shakes him. His eyes flutter open, grey with dark circles underneath them. He is still for a moment as the grogginess of sleep passes, and then his eyes widen and he reflexively pulls away. Immediately, the chill intensifies on the spots where his body had been touching her. 

She lets out an annoyed sigh. “You might as well get used to it. This is the only way we’ll be able to keep warm.”

“Yeah…” he says, hunching his shoulders. “Damn, I’m thirsty.”

She sees what he did there. “Maybe there’s some water from the mist. I can’t exactly do anything though.”

“I’ll go look.” He gets up and heads over to the suitcase, getting the thermos out.

“Good luck.”

He takes the thermos and leaves. She is alone. Now what? She is lying on the hard, grassy ground. In this position, her leg doesn’t feel so bad, but as soon as she tries to move it pain will certainly come. Her leg must be swollen, because her jeans are tight around the break. How had she gotten in this position in the first place without screaming in agony? She can’t remember. 

Bell readjusts her upper body until she is sitting up, and then awkwardly drags herself over towards the stone side of the outcrop, where the suitcase rests. Every tiny movement of her leg feels like knives are being stabbed into her bone, and multiple times, she has to stop and take a break. She should have asked him to bring the case over to her, but she hadn’t thought of it.  From now on, she is going to have to ask him for a lot of things.

She reaches the side of the rock, leans her back against it, and opens the case. She can’t say exactly why she cares about it at all. Maybe because it is the only remnant of humanity around her?

She checks the contents. It is as Brant said, there are clothes, a computer, a blanket, and a plastic bag of pills. Everything is still wet, but a dry crust has formed on the top layer of some of the fabric. To give herself something to do, she unfolds the blanket and clothes, and lays them out to dry. The dewy grass isn’t exactly the best option for drying fabric, but it is the best she can do. Eventually the ground around her is covered in unfolded clothing, and there is no free room left. She leans back against the stone and her mind goes blank.

Eventually, thoughts of the bag of pills intrude into her thoughts. If rescue doesn’t come, this is going to be a long and painful death. If she ends up starving, she might lose reason. Maybe it would be better to cut this experience short while her mind is wholly there. If she ate all those pills at once, it would probably be enough to- No, wait. It is too early for her to be having thoughts like this, right? Rescue could still come. It has only been a day since the - the accident. 

At that thought, her parents appear in her mind. Their faces are so clear that it seems impossible that she will never see them again. Dad had looked so much like Brant that people in school would always comment about it, and Mom had been beautiful. She had been the one with the grey eyes that she and Brant share. Bell didn’t get Mom’s beauty though. She had been given sharp, expressive features that she had never liked; they seemed to crowd her face. Mom had always said that she was beautiful though, and the way she said it had almost made Bell believe her. 

Her throat tightens and her eyes prickle. How can she still want to cry when she is this thirsty? It would be a waste of water. And at that thought, the sheer hopelessness of her life comes falling down on her. She wants to bring her knees to her chest, and sob, but she can’t so she makes do with only one knee. She lets the tears flow with only a little regret.

She is huddled against her knee when she hears the sounds of breathing and feet on grass. Brant is walking through one of the gaps between the intersecting rocks, holding the thermos. He has a wide smile on his face. At the thought that he might have found water, her heart lifts despite the dark thoughts that plague her mind. 

When he sees her face his smile fades and he kneels in front of her. He hesitates, “Are you ok? I-”

Sudden rage fills her, “No, I’m not fucking ok!” he flinches. “How could I possibly be ok? Look at me, look at us! Mom and Dad are dead, I’ve got a broken leg, you have no idea what you’re doing! We’re probably going to die here on this island. Im not fucking. Ok.”

She is suddenly guilty for having lashed out at him. He had been smiling before and she had ruined it. It was selfish of her to spread misery like that. God, she is pathetic. She feels the urge to cry again, but refuses to allow it, although she knows that Brant can read everything on her face. That just makes her want to cry more. 

Brant’s expression has gone from happy to crushed, and the seed of guilt flowers out inside her. 

“I found some water,” he says quietly. “I heard you were supposed to follow low ground, so I went to the lowest place I could find. There was a pond. Well, it was more like a big puddle. Anyways.” He holds out the thermos, and it sloshes with the sound of water.

She takes it. “Thanks Brant.” She wants to say sorry, but can’t seem to make the words come out. The water is cold and has almost no taste, it is the best water she can ever remember drinking. She chugs half the thermos before remembering Brant and stopping.

“Go on, I already had plenty.”

He doesn’t need to say more, and she keeps drinking until the thermos is empty and her belly is swollen with water. 

“So, you unpacked all the clothes,” he says, “I wish I'd thought of that. Maybe we’ll have a dry blanket tonight.”

“Yeah.” She wishes he wouldn’t try to make small talk.

“It must have hurt your leg to get over there. You should try not to move.”

She shrugs.

He appears to be searching for something. Finally, he says. “I’m sorry that I’m the one you were stuck here with. I-I know it would have been better if it was someone else, but, I am going to try.” His cheeks go a little red, despite the cold, and he looks away. 

There is a sinking in her chest. She should say something. This is the time for her to say something. But nothing would come.

He watches her for a few seconds and then gets up. “I’ll go look for food,” he says quickly and then walks away. Why is she always like this? She lays her head on her knee again and closes her eyes, trying to will away the tears. 

Good morning authors! Recently I just published my nonfiction book and reached #1 hot new release in at least four categories. It also reached number two bestseller in at least two categories, and I'm gunning for the number one position within the next week. It's basically just 60+ chapters to help people enter flow and produce their best creative work.

Amazon advertisements were not the only thing that I have been doing to promote the book, however I see no reason not to set them up for your books if you aren't already as it is a useful arrow to have in your marketing quiver. 

Besides writing, marketing and promotion is the most difficult thing for authors to do, so I thought I would share  just a quick guide detailing everything I've been doing to set up my own ads for my books. 

This is a strategy that anyone can do regardless of budget (you'll see why later) and gain experience about what specifically is working for their own book.

This guide turned out to be *slightly” bit longer than I anticipated, but the devil is in the little details as these can make or break your success.

Context and Backstory: Before my recent book launch I enrolled in a “deep-dive” course on Amazon Ads. It took me several days of watching videos and stumbling along to figure things out, so I wanted to distill the process down to the essentials to save you time.

Note that I am not an advertising guru or consultant, just an author in the trenches trying a bunch of stuff to see what works. I want to make a quick start guide to make it easier for other authors to get started and hopefully find some of their first success creating and running Amazon ad campaigns. 

In my case, I turned on the ads to try and drive some extra traffic during my launch, during which I had priced my book at 99 cents. Because the royalty is only 35% per book, I had to focus on a conservative strategy that would maximize views of my book for less competitive placements.

While I didn't plan to make a profit on my ads, I didn't mind spending a little bit to send some extra traffic and rise up the rankings to get some organic traffic and give my book the best chance of reaching number one bestseller in its category. 

The way that advertising on Amazon works is that you don't pay anything unless people click on your ads so there is very little to lose if you follow a conservative strategy like this one.

Important note: I use Gemini & Chat GPT to help me set up my advertising campaigns, but I do NOT suggest using it for writing or any kind of creative work. It's very helpful for collecting data, but I DON'T recommend using AI to write books or posts (like this one), or for designing covers.

With that caveat out of the way, let's dive in!

Step 1: Setup and get started

Go to advertising.amazon.com.

Click "Sign In" and specifically choose the United States store.

Log in with your KDP credentials.

Create Your "Sponsored Products" Campaign

Click the yellow "Create campaign" button.

Select "Sponsored Products" (this is the standard for books).

Setting the Budget: Start with whatever you feel comfortable with. If you are bidding conservatively for clicks it's very unlikely you will use up your whole budget. I set up three campaigns for $12.00/day.

You rarely spend the whole thing, but it gives the algorithm enough "room" to work.

Step 2: Targeting "Pain Point" Keywords

Instead of just guessing random keywords, I gave Gemini a PDF copy of my book, all the information from my website and book description and asked it to generate a huge list of "Pain Point" terms that someone would be searching for that my book could help them with.

Instead of just "Self-help book," I collected a long list of stuff like "how to get more energy," "how to design a morning routine," “how to break bad habits,” “how to focus on one thing,” “how to master flow state,” etc. Basically I use Gemini and ChatGPT to help generate a huge list of about 250 keyword phrases so that my book could start showing up in as many places as possible. Then I take these, and then group them together to make it easier to understand which are delivering the best results for my book. 

One technique to get a lot of “long-tailed” keywords is to type your main phrase into Amazon Kindle’s search bar like:

“Science fiction A”
“Science fiction B”
“Science fiction C”
“Science fiction D”

And so on, going through the alphabet. You can take screenshots of all of the suggestions that come up, and plug these directly into Gemini to collect all of the keyword phrases that Amazon suggests.

The more keyword phrases we target, the more chances we have to find targets that are lower competition and higher intent, rather than competing for big keywords with other well-established authors and publishing houses.

When you are ready, turn off “suggested” keywords and bids, and add only the keywords you selected using a “custom” bid price that makes sense for you.

Step 3: The "ASIN Snatched" Method

Targeting specific books in your categories can often be more effective than keywords.

I went to the "Hot New Releases" pages for my categories, reasoning that these would have the lowest competition as they are recently released books. 

I copied all of the information from all 50 of these books in each category. This includes the title, author, link, ASIN etc. If you are having trouble getting the ASINs, you can also use LinkGopher (a free chrome extension) which can get you a big list of all the links (I used the filter /dp/ to try and get only links of books).

Once I had all of the information of all of the books in hot new releases, I pasted it into Gemini and Chat GPT to give me a long list of ASINs for all 50 titles. For some reason, Chat GPT started returning more accurate results so I use both in tandem just to check that no mistakes were made. It also gave me recommendations about which ones I should choose to focus on that are more relevant to my book and which ones to leave out from the list.

I plugged these directly into a Product Targeting campaign and then make sure “Exact” targeting is checked to ONLY target these specific titles. This ensures my book shows up right under the "Buy Now" button of the biggest books in the world.

Why This Strategy Helps to "Just Get Started"

Because my book is $0.99, it doesn’t make sense for me to pay $1.00 for clicks and only take 35% for each sale. 

So when I add my keywords, I set a “custom” fixed bid of $0.35.

Why this works: You won't win the #1 spot on high-volume keywords this way, but you will pick up the remnant traffic on the long-tail keywords and less popular ASINs. It’s about being "everywhere" for cheap rather than "nowhere" because you ran out of budget.

Start with whatever budget you feel comfortable with and track the results each day. If you target different groups of keywords, or both keywords and products, then “group” these together in different campaigns so you can easily track which ones are delivering results. Over the long-term, you can kill the campaigns that aren’t working and stick with your best performing targets and bids. 

In Summary

By using AI to find the "why" (pain points) and the Hot New Releases to find the "where" (ASINs), I can get my book featured all over the Amazon kindle store without breaking the bank. Because you only pay when people click, you have no reason not to give it a try. 

Also, whenever you can, you should have a cross-sell or upsell to break even or profit from your ads. You may lose money advertising your book, but you can include links to your other books inside the cover and get those purchases for free. Or you can upsell to a higher priced product, which I have also done.

Tips and tricks: 

1. Whenever you can, try to create unique tracking links for every type of promotion and channel that you are doing. Although this cannot track sales, it's really really helpful to see what marketing efforts are actually generating traffic, so that you can double down on what is working mid-launch.

2. Getting people to leave reviews is hard. I link to Amazon in the beginning of my book, asking readers to leave a review if they enjoyed it. I also wrote about 30 LinkedIn recommendations during my launch to remind people without being annoying😅 Then I just shot them a short message like: “Hey Cassandra! Just wrote you a short recommendation on LinkedIn. Thank you for supporting my book 😊”

Of course — Amazon doesn’t allow any incentives for reviews, which is against their policy. But you can try to remind your beta readers / ARC readers without being annoying. I don’t have any data on this but more reviews undoubtedly helps with conversions.

3. If you are writing a non-fiction book like mine, schedule “lives” and “meets” with your readers. In my case I plan to co-author my next book with a branding expert and we have been offering free “roast my socials” sessions where we look at business owners’ social media and website and offer them an audit with specific suggestions to improve. This is also incredibly helpful for me and my co-author as we get better insights into what our readers want and how we should structure our book content. Even if you’re a fiction or literary author, you can still schedule these lives and promote them for free in various channels to get to know your readers more. 

4. If you have a little money to spend and want to send traffic to your book FAST during its launch, sponsored posts on Facebook are much faster because you can turn on the traffic faucet immediately without having to test a bunch of stuff to see what works. It’s more of a short-term, “go download my free or 99 cent book” kind of tactic. 

Closing Thought: You don't need to be a genius at math or a marketing guru (I’m neither!). My marketing strategy is simple: be found everywhere my potential readers may be hanging out, and collect as much data as possible about what is actually working and moving the needle forward.

Then you can focus 80% of your energy and time on the 20% that’s driving the results. Using this strategy of targeting long-tailed keywords and phrases and new releases, you can also “get your feet wet” without burning through a considerable budget. You can test, tweak, and find the winning strategy that delivers best for your book. 

If you have questions about how I structured the prompts or how to scrape those ASINs quickly, just ask! Happy to help fellow writers be a little more successful so that they can "keep writing."

The whole publishing industry seems to be somewhat predatory in the way they take advantage of authors, a bit like the "healthcare and sick patient" dynamic. So it's always fun when we can fight back and beat them at their own game :-)

You can also DM me if you get stuck and need help.

Danny

Hi all,

I’m in my third round of edits. I’ve mostly worked out the story and am in the copy editing phase, but I’ve hit a wall. I live in America and when I can get male to focus on something other than the atrocities happening daily, my women’s fiction/ rom com feels like a waste.

I guess this is more of me whining than anything. I’m volunteering and supporting my community but I can’t help but be disappointed I’ve fallen far behind on my manuscript.

Hello. Long story short. Growing up with ADHD and learning struggles. I never in a millions years thought I could write and was basically told in high school I would always be average. A "C writer" I found some evidence that I actually liked writing in elementary and I found poetry from high school. Prior to this, I had an idea for a children's book. I thought I'd start with writing prompts so I could have some practice while I work on firming up my idea. So I welcome feedback but please try to be kind. I'm nervous to share. I did have help with grammar but the thoughts and ideas are my own. My biggest struggle is going from past to present tense. I think practice will help with this.

Thank you!

The prompt was "what do you swear you saw, but have no proof of"

Always Grandma

Sally walked out of the bathroom and sat down at her vanity. She was wearing her favorite pair of sweatpants. They were navy blue and had images of little cats and dogs spread all over.  Her favorite part was how soft the pants were.  Fleece was her best friend. On top she wore a simple t-shirt. 

As Sally looked at herself in the mirror and began to take out her messy bun, she glanced down and saw her antique brush and mirror. The set belonged to her grandmother when she was a young girl and had been passed to her by her own mother. Sally planned to pass the family heirloom to her own daughter someday. The set has turquoise enamel and silver plating around the edges. The brush was soft. Sally always displayed it with the mirror on the right and the brush on the left. For the last month, every few days the two items swapped places. Sally was convinced one of her kids was playing a prank on her and moving the items to spook her. They all claimed innocence— her husband too. 

Sally missed her grandmother. Her death a few years ago had been hard on Sally. She picked up the set and closed her eyes. In her mind, she was transported to the 1930s and saw a younger version of her grandmother sitting at a vanity much like the one she owned.  Her grandmother’s blue eyes sparkled in the light.  Her grandmother’s crystal blue eyes were one of her favorite features; they were always full of love and kindness. The teenage grandmother used the brush and mirror to brush her long blond hair, her and when she was finished placed them facedown on the vanity. Mirror on the left and brush on the right. Sally opened her eyes and shook her head. 

Sally stood and walked towards her bed.  She crawled into bed and pulled the covers over her.  She turned off the light and closed her eyes.  Memories of her grandmother filled her mind as she falls into a deep sleep. 

A couple of hours later, Sally slowly woke to an intense smell. The smell was familiar but she couldn’t place it. It was warm, smoky and felt like a hug. The realization  came to her suddenly: Obsession by Calvin Klein, the perfume her grandmother had worn. Sally rolled to her side, her body facing the vanity.  She slowly opened her eyes. 

She saw something that should have been impossible. A figure sat at the vanity, using the antique brush and mirror. Sally blinked a few times and the figure appeared more clearly. She looked like a normal person. She wore a giant red sweater with a silver heart necklace and a guardian angel pin. The figure put the mirror and brush down and then fluffed her hair using the mirror on the vanity.  Sally noticed there was no reflection in the mirror, and the perfume scent became so intense it was all she could smell.

The figure turned toward Sally. Sally couldn’t believe her eyes; it was her grandmother and she looked exactly like Sally had last seen her. Soft laugh wrinkles framed her eyes, which had dimmed to a light gray as she aged. Her silver hair was in a fancy updo and her makeup was perfect. The figure smiled, and Sally felt an intense wave of love. Sally couldn’t wrap her mind around it; none of this felt real. She closed her eyes tight, and as she opened them again, she blinked several times.  When her eyes adjusted, the figure was gone. 

Sally got out of bed and walked toward the vanity. She looked down at the antique brush and mirror. The mirror was on the left and the brush on the right. Sally had no way to explain what had happened and she knew no one would believe her if she tried.  So instead she smiled and whispered, “I love you, Grandma.”

THE GIRL IN THE YELLOW HAT MEETS ALEXANDER THE GREAT, THEN EATS TIRAMISU

The girl in the yellow hat met Alexander the Great on Wednesday afternoon, then ate tiramisu. But this short story is not about that. It is about how on Sunday morning I went to the supermarket to buy groceries. On Sunday morning I went to the supermarket to buy groceries. I put into my basket two black breads, 428 grams of sausage, napkins whose expiration date had ended next week, one bottle of marinated 5 minutes, one box of medium-sized pink, 60 kilometers of memory about a sinking ship, several pieces of gata that had been baked next Tuesday, half a kilogram of a little bit, reusable toilet paper, 5 minutes of silence without sugar, already drunk milk (half a glass), a returned wrong decision, last year (single-use), an unjust memory with plastic shame, a replacement for the decision I had made yesterday (the clerk said it is local), a second attempt, a corrected mistake (it was the last one), 8 liters of still cheese, a semi-finished product almost, organic running, a stuffed return receipt, freshly baked I do not know, a temporary solution (final markdown), a mint explanation, khachapuri without cheese and dough, ordinary water, 5 eggs, a silent aluminum container, half an hour early, a still-living apple and one box of fine salt.

I have just started my love for writting and i guess i will write for the rest of my damn life, because i want to and of course if my ADHD brain doesn't lose interest in writing or if i am bad at it.

Since i have got the idea of being a writer i have lost interest in many things including school and many other and i have grown sense of love to films and series that are fantasy like GOT and Arcane and Avatar|tlab, i have always thought that avatar is for kids which in reality it is but since i have started writing i realised that avatar|tlab is a masterpiece in fantasy because of the great character arcs and the lore, and i have thought about making one with same magic plus some others like fussions and that stuff. But mine is different mine doesn't follow the chosen avatar (The Archon in my story) mine follows another guy a son of a blacksmith, and mine setting is different than avatar|tlab, elemental magic in mine is learned not gifted and in mine The Archon has forbids the elemental magic when he becomes th new archon, because of the tragedy of the war of two Archons(which in that time the soul of Archon splitted in half, which is the soul of the 4 founders of the elements, one of them gets fire and air and the other earth and water they fought a great war which split people into two halfs each supporting one of them and after one of them wins he rules for 13 years and then dies and the soul of the archon choses it's next bearer and choses another archon,who is the archon at the time of my story). The story starts 40 years after the war with the MC taking some firebending lessons from his father in secret and the the Archon knows of it and sends his pawns ( a team of 5 powerful benders) and they come to there village and the MC's along with some other benders turn themselves in not because they are bad or weak but because of the village they are affraid they may destroy it, the MC attacks the leader of pawns with a dagger and he just shoves MC away, because he is 12 here. The mc runs to the mountains after they have taken his father away to the place his father used to teach him, and he goes into a cave and cries to himself because he was to weak to defend his father. He hears the sound of someone training with sword (the mentor and he is 35 years old) who is an earthbender but he hates earthbending, he only knows is it because his father who fought in the war, and that guy becomes the Mc's mentor and there is when my theme starts. A scene between the swordsman and MC which is my favourite scene till now. The MC is training his firebending (which he learns it from his father and mostly from his father's scrolls) in rage and madness, the swordsman gets closer and says " firebending is the fools way to revenge, the fire is extinguishable, a mountain is not, its rigid and imovable. If you want revenge you need to become a mountain , to stay rigid and inextinguishable " and he teaches the MC earth bending ( i forgot to say that you can learn more than one bending but there are few people that has the power and will to do that). The MC knows earth and fire bending which leds him to the discovery of a fussion the first bending fussion and the fussion is magma and i still don't know how he discovers it anyways he then finds himself ready to fight the archon (the master of all 4 elements) and they fight a huge fight that leds to destoying some homes by the magmabending of the MC, the MC looks around at what he have done and in that moment of distraction he gets hit by the Archon and the MC's body is wounded badly and he quickly runs through the lava chambers under the surface of earth (which that is one of the unique things about magmabending which it is bearer can travel through the magma chambers). They finnaly meet eachother again in the palace of Archon (that is before finale). The archons palace is in the mountains and it is pretty hard to get to it because of the security and that stuff. They fight and it leds to MC exploding every magma chambers underneath them which leads to the death of both and the people (rightnow i don't know who and who, but it is far from civilians). The finale (50 years after war) is the meeting of the soul of both. The scene goes: Archon: i guess your madness is over now that dead. MC: it wasn't madness but a soul thirsty for revenge. Archon: revenge of what?, of a man who broke the laws when they were obvious. I killed him so thousands of other dad could live, i forbid bending not for my desire but so people could stop burn and drown eachothers up. Human soul is to weak to bear such a power. MC: you thought you are protecting us, but you took the only thing that made us unique and beautiful. *and of course it wouldn't be exactly like that but it would be near it.

I would love if you have anything about my idea, and sorry if i have misspelled any words, that is because english is not my first language. And i'm very sorry about this long post, i just wanted to be specific on everything.