I thought about a wonderful scene which could be used in a fantasy novel or rich CEO novel.

P.S. When I say novel I mean novel, chat story, manga, etc.

Idea #1: A glass shed has light shining through the panels and glitters off of the sides. The door opens to a beautifully small forest of glass flowers, made by what only could have been fairies. White lilies, pink azalea saplings, both stuck in time as beautiful as colored ice sculptures. Light jumps through and off the glass panels on the outside as some rush to greet the daisies forever tipping to the wind blown long past. Butterflies, though few are stuck in what seems like clear, nonexistent amber and their wings shine with metallic and clear hues of blue, purple, red, orange, yellow, and others.

Idea #2: A forest filled with lush trees and heavy brush. The roof of the forest is dense with little yet beautifully little rays of light shining through. Like a candle in a palace. You have to shine a light up to the tapastries to see the beauty don’t you? In the dense roof of the forest there are tiny fields of dew on each leaf and there are bridges between each twig. There are small houses engraved in the trunk because that is where the little people live. Fireflies fly into their individual houses as they are kept as lovely pets and at night they light up the dwelling for their nice owners. Red and orange leaves are fields of tiiiiiiny flowers for the fairies, just as we have tiny flowers, they have their own tiny flowers. The yellow leaves are baths of sunshine and pollen for everyone else. There are platforms built around the trunk to add extra space though it is made sure to be covered by branches with densely packed leaves. Sometimes the tiny people who work in construction will negotiate with a weaver ant colony and ask for some small services in weaving their leaves to be hidden. In return they will give the weaver any colony a part of their tree that they barely or cannot use. Tiny people like to play just like us humans so sometimes they build tiny shops for their tiny people around these tiny platforms. Then they play and laugh and however you want to write their society! Orrrrrrr on each platform there is a system of defense and they employed a weaver ant colony to spray their acids at attackers!!!!! Weaver ants are useful so look them up if you don’t know what they are. Keep in mind that if you do use a certain species they have to be in the right environment. Though there are invasive ant species that can kinda be almost anywhere.

Change these as much as you like! You can use these stories fully or you can take segments or even just a general idea for whatever you write. I won’t sue you for copywriting so please don’t worry about that. These are here for you to use. 😊

The lily pads swayed with the flowing water. Blossoms sprouted above in the trees as wind gently plucked off petals from the ground. Of which the petals had fallen like angels.

Laughter filled the streets in a large town. Children bathe in the warm rays of sun that envelope the earth like caramel. Stalls are set up on the promenade floor of a great building and people go to and fro from one stall to the next. (Possibly) You can continue by putting a character in this scene and have a bump in meeting (one character bumps into the other) or make another set of images to familiarize the readers with the surrounding area. A common and understandable reason of being at the stalls would be shopping for groceries or start at a holiday point and have them gift shopping. They may just be on a curious stroll too.

An ocean is crashing, singing, dancing, the wind is humming to (main character) as they appear as a silhouette on a rocky or elevated sandy step. Not a cliff but a small ways up from the ocean. The sun is setting (or) rising. The main character thinks things that will introduce their background or story. You can transform this into being a flashback from the main character into childhood in the same place. However, here there may be a traumatic memory of an injury or a friend that made a promise here and the romantic story develops from there on out.

In a room there is a small, young, teenage girl. She introduces herself and all her qualities as she writes a blog. This familiarizes the character with the reader. She is a high school student.... you can continue a story from here.

If you want me to help circulate ideas for your story that you may be stuck on comment on my most recent episode. I will state which person requested a possible add on to the story and list a few possible things that can happen. If you have few episodes of a story posted I will read your story and go from there. If you have more than 5-7 episodes, depending on length, you might have to write a summary of what you are having trouble with trying to come up with.

Example: someone is poisoned - you can’t figure out a trail of clues to make sense and point to someone

or

Writers block..... I have no example because this can happen at any point in a story or you may just not know how to start.

P.S. I mainly think of romantic or fantasy like storylines so an urban setting would be more difficult to develop possible ideas for. If you do comment please specify which story you want me to read by the way!!!!! I also would like to know what aspect of your story you are stuck with. Details are important so share which ones you think are relevant to what you want to connect or continue with.

I am in a poetic mood so I will share my thoughts.

Here and there

An empty air

A room abandoned, it’s been long

An angelic voice

A dazzling song

A song that makes ocean waves dance upon jewels so deeply enchanted

A song leading moonlight to wanderous lands so longingly wanted

A song that makes angels grow teardrops of crystal

A song that leads the earth to shake and rumble

The song that is written of trumpets

The song of seven trumpets that make the earth tremble

The song we will hear, prepare for the day.

Okay.... that wasn’t my original direction.... Maybe something more light?

Crystal flowers,

Dirt towers,

Skyscrapers and winds.

What is the difference?

The difference is rolling hills

And songs sung by petals of rain

Flowing steadily

So readily

As they have a place in the world

We have a place made of pearls

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Raining down

Lovely drops landing upon

Silver dirt

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A house stands strong

As strong as it’s foundation

As a person does not break

If their foundation is of the right material

You don’t get this material out of fights or dirty words or out of the world

You get that material out of a book that we have all heard of

We can read and find truth

We can read and find answers

Stop searching, sit down, and read

Then your foundation is strong

And you can finally rest joyfully

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Here we are

Standing here-

Here we are now

Standing here on this planet-

Here we are, all together, now

Standing here on this planet together fighting -

Why can’t we share?

Just be nice?

Are you so prideful and conceited?

Be ashamed of yourselves.

Sin engulfs you.

Why do you enjoy it?

Come out from your dark cocoon into the light

Beautifully and flawless without wrinkle or blemish.

As we all should be,

Here now,

Together, on this planet, now.

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There is a truth

In a place

A place we cannot reach

But can discover

A place of no pain

How do we get there?

......What do you think?

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A ladder leaning against the wall

A chair filled with clothes

A rug beside the television likes with roads and buildings

A palace

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Why are you so stone cold?

I only want to see your face.

But you say I have to reveal it,

You say you won’t show anyone, ever.

You say not until someone reveals me,

In all my stone cold glory.

A paintbrush dipped into the earth

I take it

I sculpt your beautiful face.

As mutilated as you have me make it

It is a beautiful face

One without blemish or scar.

Though it has been deformed in a million ways

It is the stone cold beauty of what you are.

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Blue dahes over red

A sea consuming shipwrecked dread

Purple comes into view

Whatever shall I do?

Should I inform this royalty?

Become a side note - executed for treason - in some novelty?

Yellow sun shines upon

The dread that I have yet to come

The ocean blue turns into green

Of gassfields north of me

The sun then turns back to red, in that terrible sea of dread

An orange of fire I see

As everyone chases after me

Oh what could I have done

They all mix into a brown, or a beige, whichever you prefer

My body buried in a grave

A coffin, no, this world.

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If only sadness could compare

To the frost air

That blows a breeze

And makes a child sneeze

If only that sadness

Didn’t drag behind her prom dress

Or if that twinkle in her eye

Didn’t nearly die

If her smile were bright

If that sadness-

If only she-

She is okay.

I am okay.