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Okay, So I write novels, (Most incomplete), and Short Stories. I'm working on a novel, due by the end of the school year, and I'm on major Writer's Block right now. The setting is a fictional Land, Degene, heh, just typed some random letters, and came out with theat. Crrently, Wizards and Elven Archers are fighting, but noone knows why, only that the king ordered them to do their job,s and they arent.

Any ideas would be extremely appreciated. So, here it is. If Word will Open crying .



The seas ran dark on the shores of Degene as the blood of many wizards dripped from their white robes turning them a dark scarlet color. Arrows were soaring toward them, left and right, many wizards, especially the apprentices, lying on the floor, bleeding profusely. The archers, from the forests of Epiloch, up North. The wizards from Panortaugh, down toward the south end. This whole war is all of the King’s fault. The king had ordered the elven archers to travel south, to set up defenses, and the wizards north, for the same reason. Both groups had made the decision to take the eastern-most route, resulting in a collision in their paths.


As the wizards trekked on through a quiet field, a folk story broke out among the travelers telling about an evil king, whose path was only pure evil. He dreamed to take over the kingdom, and turn it into a tyrant colony. At this, the wizards broke into rage. “How could he be so evil!? one shouted. “It was only because he was extremely corrupt, and controlled.” Another spoke calmly. Multiple wizards scoffed at this idea. “It was his own doing, and you damn right know so.” The protesting wizard shook his head. He was an older fellow, and being spoken to this way by younger men, was insulting. “How dare you talk to me like that…” he growled. “Do you have any idea who you’re talking to?” he asked, more of a statement than anything. The other two shook their heads. “Well, My name is Kathral McFeene.” He boomed. “Head of the WCD.” He murred. The other two, grinned, twins, they were. “Well, our names are Andy and Randy Herra. We’re head of the mischevious magic department.” They spoke, cackling soon afterward. “WCD?” they asked, smirking. “Yes, the WCD.” He muttered. “The Wizard Control Department… Meaning, I can just ‘zap’ your magic away from you both, at any time I wish. But that would be against my job morals, so, unless you do something extremely wrong, I will, and can, not do that.” He growled, his eyes narrowing on the two men. They attempted, for a few seconds, to control their outburst of laughter. Their attempt, however hard it was, was unsuccessful. The other wizards looked on in amusement. They had all been through this before. The delicate dance of powers. It was difficult to imagine either of the people involved to win this fight though. Power wise, the twins, individually, would not win, but then... They were a team and always worked together. If that were so, the powers would even out. Their ranks, in their own respective fields, were about the same.

That's a top notch idea! I love it. Getting to work on that as we speak.

Transition writing things help alot. It allows you to fill up a page and find something cool to write about.

Or if you have nothing NEW to write about, trying rewriting the same stuff just better, or more extreme.