selling your soul to take to the throne (slowed & reverb playlist)
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- Ready for another slowed and reverb playlist to inspire your writing sessions? This one is perfect for writing dark fantasy, royal core, or basically any story with a character selling their soul to rule the world. Whether you're writing medieval historical fiction or high fantasy with warrior queens and dragons, I hope you enjoy listening to this one! Every few weeks I post a new thoughtfully-curated playlist (both instrumental and lyrical) to inspire your writing sessions. Comment below with requests!
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p.s. you can listen to non-slowed version of this playlist on Spotify: open.spotify.com/playlist/6cC...
I do not own any rights to any of these songs.
For listening purposes only.
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00:00 Breath of Life - Florence + The Machine
05:14 A Little Wicked - Valerie Broussard
09:32 Castle (Winter’s War Version) - Halsey
14:55 Kingdom Fall - Claire Wyndham
19:16 Guns for Hire - Woodkid
23:39 The World We Made - Ruelle
27:29 Control - Halsey
31:55 Gloria Regali - Tommee Profitt, Fleurie
36:06 Start a War - Klergy, Valerie Broussard
40:27 Throne - Saint Mesa
46:25 Final Hour - UNSECRET, Ruelle
Hey what was ur Playlist songs for the sifi Playlist u had b4
"Selling your soul to take to the throne"
Me instead of writing: On it!🕯
huh
the ooh i got another book idea energy is ✨astronomical✨
it literally is though ~ a fellow aspiring writer.
AGREED! - Another fellow aspiring writer ;)
I'm writing a story about three sisters Snow White, Rose Red and Briar Black. Briar becomes Maleficent, while Snow schemes to become the Evil Queen. This playlist is perfect timing 👌
Edit: Rose Red becomes Robin Hood, trying to help and protect the common folk in the crossfire of the conflicts that her sisters are mixed up in.
That's brilliant! Who does Rose Red become?
@@irishspartanstudios Right now I have that at the end of the overall story Rose Red will be Red Riding Hood's mother, possibly married to the Huntsman who has played a significant part in the story. Rose is taking a different route to dealing with her trauma than her sisters.
I'm planning a series of retelling mashups. This first one is inspired by the Grimm Brothers story, Snow White and Rose Red.
@@leigh-anjohnson Sounds unique!
Loved it 😍😍
Where can I read it?
It was quiet in the room, to the extent that she wasn’t sure she’d done it right. As she stood in the circle, listening intently for something, anything, her hopes dwindled, her heart sinking. She was sure she’d done it right. She’d done it exactly how the note said; She’d got the damn salt, the damn candles. She’d spoken the damn spell, what went wrong?
As her heart finally sank and she decided that enough was enough, the candles flickered. Strange, considering there was no draft. She was sure of that. Eyeing one up carefully, she moved closer as the five flames’ flickering got more violent. She paused, glancing around when in one swift whoosh, all of the candles went out.
It was pure darkness in the basement, the only sound was her shuddering breaths and the harsh thudding of her heart in her ears. That’s when she felt it. The prickle up the back of her neck, the hairs standing up and a desperate need to turn around.
She wasn’t alone anymore.
“Hello?” she breathed, not daring to turn to face whatever this thing creeping in the darkness was.
“Hello,” the voice said. It echoed in her mind, overlapping itself in what felt like hundreds of different voices of men, women, and children until fading into nothing. “Are you the one who called upon me?”
“Yes.”
It hummed in contemplation. She heard it moving around her, eyeing her up. “You have something you want.” It wasn’t a question. “I can see what it is you want.”
“So you know why I called you here?” She desperately tried to track the undulating mass of slightly darker shadow as it passed in front of her but she couldn’t keep her eyes on it. It kept shifting in and out of view before it passed behind her again and she could no longer see it.
“Yes. I do. You want power, control. You want fame and riches. You want lavishness and royalty. You want the throne. The real question is, what are you willing to give me for it?”
She felt herself straighten at that question. “Anything.”
“Anything?” the voice echoed. “My, my. How interesting.”
“Name your price.”
“My price?” It hummed in thought softly. “For what you desire, I want you.”
The candles flickered back up, filling the small room with warm, orange light, shadows shifting across the walls. Steeling herself, she turned slowly to face it.
Before her was no mass of shadow like she was expecting, nor a hulking great demon with skin red as flame and horns that shone like silver. No, in front of her stood a man. He was taller than her, dark-haired with a black cloak that fell gracefully across his shoulders, watching her with a smirk and dark eyes that shifted colours with the dancing of the light, her breath caught as her eyes met his.
Slowly, deliberately, he extended his hand to hers. “Do we have a deal?”
“Who are you?”
He chuckled. “You are the one who summoned me, I thought you’d know the answer to that.”
“You’re nothing like how you were described to me.”
He raked his eyes over her, leaving her feeling exposed as a sharp-toothed grin spread across his lips. “Yes, well, I get to choose how I appear. I’m still awaiting an answer. I give you the throne and all the power you could possibly want. In exchange, I want your soul. I want you.”
She inhaled deeply before reaching out and taking his hand in hers, grasping it firmly with a nod.
“Deal.”
THAT WAS GOODDD
this is great!!! aghh!!
part 2 please
The woman looked on upon the country from the sea. Smoke and ash rose from the towns and villages in a haze of despair and blood.
The cries of the helpless, trapped within the smoke, wailing, yelling, clawing for help or anyone that would save them.
With a smile, sinister enough to crack the frozen victims of Medusa, the woman dropped her hand and gave the order.
If genocide was what it takes to keep her kingdom to herself, the Woman in Red would see to it no one will oppose her. If the whole world wanted to be her enemy, damn them all to Hell then.
The Woman in Red looked within herself, her power coursing through her veins like a burning venom that would infect the world. Her blood boiled as if the flames of the Earth's foundations resided within her.
The ringing of her gunships as they rained fire on the nation before them that dared to take their land, her throne, her lover. The cries of her victims rose in a pandemonium, drowned out by the ringing of the Woman in Red's battleship batteries and guns.
Every man, woman, child, baby. It didn't matter. Anyone of them could be a threat in the future and so the Woman in Red looked on with pride and conviction as she watched the entire nation burn before her. What was left of her humanity had died along with her lover.
Within that burning fire of chaos, a mother held her lifeless child within her arms as she felt her blood burn like boiling water. If death by gunship wasn't what killed the survivors, they would face the wrath of the Woman in Red's power. The mother looked on as the cries of the helpless, flowed through the bloody air. The air thick with the stench of death. With her last ounce of strength, the mother kissed her lifeless child's head before surrendering herself to death's comforting embrace.
The Woman in Red closed her eyes as she raised her hands to the sky and closed her eyes, bathing in the air of her victims blood. For a moment she stood there. The battleships continuing to fire until ordered otherwise. The Woman in Red opened her crimson eyes as they dripped with blood. She wondered what nation was next to ensure her power stayed in control. For her kingdom. For her lover.
This is good writing do you have a critique group or beta readers? I’m looking for some myself.
WELL.
OKAY THEN.
Wow, this unexpectedly stirred me! Great writing!
LOVE IT!
This is a fantastic playlist to listen to. In my opinion, the best part of writing is the antagonists, the villains. Because it isn’t “I’m evil to be evil.” There is always a justification that they have for their actions : revenge, love, loss, inner demons caused by trauma. Or even heroes pushed into the darkness who become villains themselves, or find themselves cloaked in gray toeing the line between good and evil. I would love more villain playlists, maybe even a romantic one circling around the villain. Thank you Abbie for making these playlists!
I agree! Villains are so much more interesting as well, because they don’t have as many boundaries as the hero.
they don't need a tragic backstory, they can just have some ideology that is not very justifiable, but understandable, something like Light Yagami.
@@pandora8734 ah yes, who takes a chip and eats it with ferocity.
@@heirloom100 truly a villain of all
I wasn't planning on writing a medieval fantasy until now! You amaze me with you're skills, Abbie. As a young writer, all your videos really help because you do so well at explaining things. Thank you so much!
Oy, I get goosebumps listening to Castle!
I find fantasy stories difficult to write, due to how much worldbuilding is required
@@unicorntomboy9736 I know right? But it's always worth it (and I'm talking by experience here, it's sometimes frustrating and hard to scheme but when everything starts to fall into play, it's absolutely satisfying and worth all the trouble). By the way, thanks for the playlist, it'll definitly help a lot ;) and also sorry if my english isn't understandable, it's not my first language 😅
@@arturialivre3826 Personally I prefer writing Historical Fiction (like Assassin's Creed) & Survival Horror (the latter akin to Resident Evil)
I need to make a short story for a university assignment. I was thinking of making a Historical Fiction story about Native Americans during the French & Indian War in the year 1756
@@unicorntomboy9736 Each person have their own world and writing interests, that's why I love exchanging with new people with different writers. But I would love to read this, I didn't have class about north american history back in college so I'm quite interested. I assume you would do a lot of research for accuracy after all, so why not learn something while appreciating a good story 😊
And I hope you will succeed in your writing.
@@arturialivre3826 Thanks. I would have to do some historical research about 18th century Native Americans for it
great as always! and you know it's good when it starts with Florence + the Machine!
“I look around me, at all the people standing just a few feet away from the platform. King Aldred stands in front of me, his hands grasping the crown like it’s the last thing holding him to this earth. His son, Elijah, stands slightly behind him, far enough not to intervene but close enough to stop anything rash.
I close my eyes for one…two…three seconds before opening them. People are staring. People are looking at me like I’ve just robbed them of the only hope they had and now…well now they just look exhausted. Only one person catches my eye, though, and I wish I had just kept my eyes shut.
Gabe, the boy I used to run around in the fields with after dark and get into so much trouble with that both our parents had lost all hope in us. Gabe, my best friend and the only person I have truly ever loved. Gabe, the boy who is currently shooting daggers at me with his eyes, the pain of betrayal stinging on his face.
This was not part of the plan.
But, I suck in a deep breath and turn to face my fate, the golden crown with blood-red jewels glinting in the sunlight. Aldred looks as if I’d betrayed him too and I wonder if there is anyone left who doesn’t want me dead.
Aldred speaks, his mouth gushing out oaths and kingly promises that make my ears bleed. Finally, he asks the question everyone has been holding their breath for.
“Do you take the kingdom of Cressida and promise to be good and wise the the land as well as her people?”
I don’t meet anyone’s eyes as I nod. “I will.”
I close my eyes as the crown that was never meant to be mine presses into the soft hair on my head.
It takes every bit of strength I have to lift my head and meet my eyes with the king. But the prince is staring at me so intently that it’s his eyes I meet when the crown rings out, “All hail our queen!”
i'm seriously invested, well done!
I am writing to this to finish my first act!! Now to piece about half a second act together.
Here's my log line for a idea of my book: In a middle of a conflict three vastly different must come together to stop a greater evil from tearing the soul from the land.
I really should be doing classwork right now... but I'm going to write a blurb for an OC instead! :D
They always said a good king was fair. Cassius knew that. Stay fair. Have good judgement. Don't forget your roots. Laya had asked him to not forget the slums which he had come from. But how could she expect him to stay fair when the throne was right in front of him?
How could she expect him to have good judgement as the crimson blood stained his hands and kept the cold nights warm? How could she expect him not to forget where he came from when he could be king? When he could choose who and what he was now? He could make the choices for once. No more did he have to stand still as hands wandered on his body. No more did he have to blindly obey the orders he was given from all his masters. No more did he have to wake up screaming in the night from the phantom pain of his branding.
They said blood had a horrible taste. But to Cassius, blood tasted of victory.
"What do you think you're doing, you monster?" Tiron asked him, his hands gripping his throne tightly. As if that could keep him on it and staying alive. Cassius continued to walk towards the older man, the king, a smile on his face. Blood stained so much of the boy he was practically red instead of the porcelain of an albino. His bloody sword he dragged behind him, leaving a sliver trail of blood.
"What do I think I'm doing? I'm walking. Should I bow?" He asked, sarcasm and fury dripping from each word. He went closer and closer until he was in front of the man. "Well go on. Should I bow before you? Like I have so many times before?"
"Get out." The man's voice shook with fear. It made Cassius laugh.
"I could, true. But tell me, dear king... who will make me? It won't be you. You're practically pissing your silk robes. And the guards are all dead." Cassius brought his sword closer to drag his forefinger up the blade. Blood gathered on the digit. He held it out to the king. "Would you like to taste the blood of the men and women that lost their lives in effort to protect you? Or is their blood not decadent enough for your palette?" Cassius's face twisted and he dropped his sword, placing his hands on the arms of the throne. He leaned closer, glaring into the king's tired and scared eyes.
"But listen to me, *king*. You aren't what you think. You will never care about the people that live down there. But I'll tell you something. I won't either when I'm king. But you'll damn believe it that I'll be a better king than you are." The king laughed and Cassius stood up straight.
"Boy, you don't understand it yet, do you? People like us? People who rise up so high and so quickly? We aren't king. We're tyrants." Cassius grabbed his sword and placed the tip towards Tiron's chest. The innocent flower boy who Cassius used to be shone through for a second. The boy who used to be known as Ange. Hesitance lasted a pure few seconds. But then the cold mask of someone who lost their mind descended back.
"I won't just be any tyrant. I'll be the best fucking tyrant there ever was, is, and will be." And with that the blade sunk into the skin, cutting cloth, with a sickening sound. Blood started to pool around the wound and blood leaked from the corners of the king lips. Cassius twisted the blade slowly, relishing in the light fading from the king's eyes. Once the body was cold, Cassius kicked the body from the throne. It tumbled down the steps and Cassius sat down in the blood soaked throne.
They always said a good king was fair. Stay fair. Have good judgement. Don't forget your roots.
But Cassius had never heard what a good tyrant was. So he would make the rules. And fairness, justice, and humbleness wasn't going to be a part of it.
I'm currently writing a medieval, historical fiction. This playlist is inspiring, just what I needed, thank you!!
Wow, this music is perfect for my next project. I'm almost done wrapping up my story about aliens, and soon I will be writing an intense fantasy and I will be listening to this while writing it. I'm so excited. It will be my 26th novel. Time flies.
Thanks for this!!
Hot damn! Are any of them published?
@@Thenoobestgirl No, not yet. Eventually I'll get around to that, but for now I want to complete a couple more books.
wow! 26 Novels o.o i´m writing my first xD hopefully, a Vampire Story that isn´t cringe as hell.. xD
Yo ik I'm late but any update on those books they sound pretty cool
The playlist Rhaenyra Targaryen was listening to when she was trying to take her throne back
I just have to say, I listen to your playlists while I'm in the office working sand they ALWAYS hit right. Absolutely amazing
I love love LOVE these writing playlists Abbie! I'm so happy you are still making them xox
This is so amazing! I think this playlist will help me out with my book idea, I’ll be good! Thanks 😊
Also, I think it would be really cool if Abbie made a playlist for a character selling there soul to someone they love have a better life! I don’t think I have ever heard something like that
literally the best playlist, thank you
Abbie these are so good! such an aesthetic and a vibe!!
As the people fled the area she had no where to go, guards armed to the teeth circled her, the girl they once called princess. Now she bore her fists and a glare. They were the enemy now.
One by one she fought them all, slowly losing her battle. She was alone again, just as her family had abandoned her, so had her friends.
'Just give up' whispered a voice in the back of her head. No, she couldn't. Not when they had fought so hard. Made it so far. She would finish what she started.
Looking up as the guards rushed at her, stars shot by her, dozens of them. Only, they weren't stars. The objects hit homes, roofs, tiles of road and blew it all away within seconds.
She turns as the guards look beyond her. In the gate to the city stood three figures, each with a crazed grin, bullets and bombs flew by as they ran to their friend. They hadn't abandoned the girl, simply got back up, more people rushing threw the gate to fight the guards in the town.
With solem nods to each other they turn the the castle, stained red with the blood of their friends.
"Today their reign of terror ends. Tonight the tyrant dies." The girls says as the begin their march to their fate, histories villains but the people's heros. Tonight they would avenge the deaths of so many murders.
Tonight they would retake their home.
Another great playlist Abbey. Love the mediaeval feel and vibe to each song you picked 😍😊
I really needed this for my book! LITERALLY MY CLIMAXXXX 10k to gooo can’t wait
Please leave here the title for your book and where can we read it. Wattpad?
I love you Abbie
Always amazed how Abbie makes a story out of her playlists. Those pictures are wonderful ❤
I've saved this video for writing inspiration! This is fantastic!
Your playlists give me life Abbie!
Thank you for this! I love the vibes. Perfect for my teen hero seeking revenge against those who tortured him.
Awesome playlist for atmospheric writing thanks soo much keep the videos coming! Great stuff.
Love it! It's just what I needed!
This is literally amazing
I just finished my first draft. Holy cow 🐄… I have no idea where to go from here
Just let yourself write
this is hella great playlist!
love your playlists!
Saw your other playlists on Spotify-I need this one there.
Love it! Thanks, Abbie.
Love this!!
OMG! I want. That voice is a killer to my soul
I just had an idea to write a Cinderella retelling where Cinderella is a mercenary who goes to the ball to kill a lady of the court (the character in place of Prince Charming). A game of cat and mouse ensues. Perfect playlist for the Cinderella character!
LOVE IT!
Two songs that would also fit are "seven devils" and "me and the devil"
This playlist made me completely change my initial idea behind the main players of a “war of the roses” style civil war for my books 🤔
So Abbie really over here putting a list of bangers on blast for everybody to bob they heads to.
Girl's got great fuggin taste in music!
That was epic ✨
This is a great playlist
I can FEEL the writing juices returning to my shrivelled brain
This playlist has the essence of "I am your Queen and you will bow down to me!"
Yeeeeeeeesssssss! Thx sooooo much😍😍😍😍
My story would be lost without this channel 😅
This reminds me of a fantasy I'm writing. The villain is the MC's sister, and she did, in a sense, sell her soul to the crown. The inspiration is indeed flowing
great to hear the king proud of you
Not me listening to this while reading Ace and the series From Blood and Ash 🥲🥲 sobbing
Just by listening to the first ten seconds of this playlist, it has ignited me to write an alternate universe novel to a current trilogy and spinoff duology I'm working on, which is fun after weeks of dreaded writer's block. Basically, in the current universe, the novels are set on an island in the North Atlantic Ocean, with 2 regions and 6 subregions (3 subregions per region). But in this AU, instead of subregions, there are 6 kingdoms. My main character's mother is the queen of one of the regions, but she went missing (not dead), and my main character is next in line. However, unless th queen abdicates or is killed, she cannot become queen. So, she heads to one of the other kingdoms and eventually sells her soul from a witch who gives her the ability to become an all powerful queen and overthrow her mother when she returns. However, with any trade, there is always a cost or a consequence. Should she want to reverse it, she will have to search for each kingdom's spirit (which ties into the themes of the spinoff which dive into the spirits of each region, which would sort of echo the kingdoms in this AU). Each spirit needs to be awakened in order for the sold soul to be refunded and brought back into the body, but if there is failure to do so, pure unadulterated chaos will ensue.
This interesting alternate universe will not only be canon in terms of aspects from this and. the trilogy and spinoffs, but it'll be nice to write a darker fantasy than the mysteries that are at hand in the present universe. And with all of these books, there is gonna be representation, intrigue, magic, suspense, drama, romance, and fantastic world building. Mind you, the trilogy, spinoff and the newly formed AU are all works in progress, so idk when things will be published but probably years in the future honestly, but fun to write and fun to plan.
What got me hooked is a little wicked
My favorite song
Thank you for this! Your playlists are helping to nail out a couple of the arcs for my characters but I don’t know the plot yet (lol) but I have this idea that there is this mafia and the head of the mafia was calculating and ruthless with no empathy or compassion but he was a dilf so he had three children but the mother of his youngest didn’t have good enough connections and the youngest failed to make up for that so he was killed and there was a god blood (mortal that after death was became a god) interfered and after seeing the youngest fate and seeing that the oldest was in line for the role as the head of the mafia she rescued him and the middle started feeling as if everyone abandoned him (villain going insane playlist) and after a little while decided to abandon empathy and strived to be named heir (selling your soul to take the throne playlist) the oldest also ended up being the god bloods guardian and thats about all I got so far other then some other character s and some world building aspects (ps: this is in the dystopian world underneath the world where the oldest was taken and the god bloods family and the god blood herself was murdered by the mafia head and the god blood lived in the world that the middle stayed in before her death) let me know what u think! (Also no I have not started writing yet I have state testing and I am going insane studying so I can stay in advanced math)
I've been listening to this non-stop while writing, through six chapters. The problem is that I like putting absolutely everything into my first draft, including random hilarious scenes I enjoyed thinking and rabbit trail side adventures of which have nothing to do with the plot because then I can pick and choose what actually works for the plot or change events around easier. Because of that only three days have passed in my story that takes place over like a year....This is going to be long.
Nice to meet all of you, wish everyone a happy day, the songs about villains are very happy to visit.
Let`s hope this one also works for selling your already kind of corrupted soul to become the closest advisor of the throne.
A young man entered the throne room. An army of nobles and foreign dignitaries were present to witness his coronation, one he must take with great care. His grandfather cultivated him to ensure the throne would be his in the most legitimate fashion even though his parents were never given the opportunity to wear the crone. He strode through the room as those around had bowed. In another time and place, his bloodline would have been discouraged in the form of a kill team to end his family once and for all.
The patriarch and his servants sat quietly beside the throne. A crown clad in silver and gold glittered throughout the room. Great jewels were embedded to emphasize the alluring beauty of power. Yet, the crown prince knew the truth of it all, power always corrupts those who wield it. As he approached the seat, his eyes stole a glance from the men and woman to his right. Unlike the others, who expressed their wealth and position in this realm, they carried the iconic red stars on their brown uniforms with hammers and sickles. They were a reminder of the past - hopeful souls who looked up to him to work hard on behalf of the people while also a warning to prevent the mistakes of the man who failed the dynasty.
Once he arrived at the steps before the throne, the royal knelt as the priests openly declared the holiness of this coronation while also being a political statement to the rest of the world. The patriarch reached for the crown but the would-be emperor thought about what duties he must perform.
He existed to serve the people. This was the curse of duty - to carry the worst of burdens, remain unbroken when shattered, or suffer at the hands of fate. He would forever be given this bitter right and it will always be his this bitter right. There was no going back.
The throne of the evil empire will be seated by the last drop of the Romanovs and a son of the Soviet Union.
This gives me serious detective fiction vibes. Good luck everyone!
This is motivating me to write my 6 page english essay
LOVE YOU ABBIE
I'M SCREAMING AND CRYING "Guns for Hire" is my favorite song from Arcane
Perfecto
I'm in quite the quiet conundrum of liking while simultaneously disliking you and your content at the same time.
Thx
"I always get what I want. And I want the Crown."
Cashier: Ma'am, this is Burger King.
''You think whatever you do is right .The people you kill, the goth you have on you is your way of avenging the innocence you lost''She seethed beneath her breath -a mere whisper carried away in air towards me,like a melody of a cuckoo bird caged in the gold prison. Testing her vocals to know if she can still sing her heart out.
''No little bird I don't avenge myself or my innocence-I am ravenous for them period. All alive and breathing. And I'll keep doing it until every single person is drained off blood , Stripped down to their bones. Helpless and begging as once I was.'' I saw the pain passing in her eyes before she could school her features.
''You are a monster '' she spit the words as venom. Bound and bruised her courage amuses me..
''No I was never a MONSTER, was just like you. Residing in a golden cage, salivating over a small chunk of love they gave me to keep my sanity from breaking. But I am not a little songbird . I Am a goddamn phoenix. Raised from my own ashes to burn this town in front of you , and then my little bird'' hooking my finger below her chin, inching her face towards mine I breath her in ..'' I'll burn you down inch by inch, so slowly and so fucking torturous .. With bare hands I'll strangle you till your eyes loose this pathetic hope and love. Your cries for help will be the best melody this era would have ever heard..'' she shivers in my scrutiny..so damn fragile and easily manipulated ..
''The log itself will burn whilst destroying the world in its vicinty'' she says calmly merging our breaths....
🥰🥰🥰 something I wrote
Amo esta playlist cada vez que me pongo a escribir la escucho, me inspira, mi historia se trata sobre signos del zodiaco. Una princesa nacida bajo la constelación de sagitario, que solo por nacer mujer se le niega el trono y es obligada a casarse. Agatha no quiere ser la reina de otro reino, sabe que se le quitó la posibilidad de poder gobernar el suyo y esta molesta con el orden de las cosas. Cuatro continentes, doce reinos y una historia de amor.
]I don't seek deals; those are sought after].
A request would be time travel moment or heartbroken ending
Me making a summoning circle so I can sell my soul while listening to this-
Okay, I was just writing a personal statement for university. After hearing "A Little Wicked", I had a whole new idea for a novel.
Okkkk so I was ... thinking of writing some book that the story goes smth like this--- [⚠️HISTORICAL FICTION: NOT TRUE & NOT FOR A FAN OF A MOVIE OR SOMETHING⚠️]
(Based on historical events, just for reference.)
There was a 17 year old girl, not innocent--- but trynna be pure. She was one of the daughter of the King of England who has 7 wives, and this 17 y'o girl's Mother is the 3rd Wife of the King. But her whole personality is different compared to her parents, and other royals & princess royals.
She was destined to marry the soon-to-King-of-France (Prince) during the era of the Revolution of France. They've met before, and the 17 y'o girl has gain an interest to the man. Though, her best friend (an ordinary girl) and the Prince had fallen in love, secretly. But when it comes to friendship of course the Princess knows, she didn't do anything against the relationship of her best friend and the Prince of France. Cause honestly, she liked the pain that always make her feel numb and cold inside.
But, her best DEAREST friend died. The Princess mourned, but not showing a single tear of hers, due to her silence killing her more deeply. While they were still mourning to her dearest friend's death, she looked up to see her Father, and her father caught her gaze--- but she never took it off of him. She knows. It's HIM.
Her best friend's family didn't trust the inner feeling of her suffering still remembering her bff's death. Due to the knowing that her bff's family and relatives knew the Princess of England was meant to marry the Prince of France. It didn't go well. They didn't get along. So, all she only can do for her self, is to kept silent. And let her fear creep in, unbelievably.
Years have passed, the Princess of England and the Prince of France got married. But the marriage didn't seem to work out. The Prince cheated on her many times. The Princess' trying to keep up with him, understanding him very clearly, although she knows that the Prince believe that she is cold enough to not even remember her promise to her Best Friend. The Prince didn't know their story, even if he's a lover of a white-winged dove, caught by an arrow, didn't even reach her dreams for just once in her last moments. I admit, the Prince ALMOST fall in love with the Princess. But he needs to engrave his heart, marking all of the Princess faults, believing it for his motto on keep having an affair unashamed. His family also have some kind of hatred feeling against the British royals. Describing them stupid ...? But his mother never liked interfering on some kind of problem connected to a marriage, even though she've been through that before, but she overcome. Lucky her. She doesn't need to bend.
But the Princess of Britain already break. Until now know one knows, why everyone at France hated the Princess--- that became the Queen after the Queen of France died (+the Queen's husband was dead before her) she just keep silent. Tired of fighting. She did everything. When she was at Reign, tbh every country was united, even though a bit of some problems. But some problems weren't fixed, but mostly the country is good yea--- they even got to have equalities upon the standards of living, specially the 3rd states/known as the poor people, but they were not poor. Their human. During the Princess of England's reign in the France, she's been a good example for humanity. Respect and all. Except freedom she can't give that much, just peace, and righteousness.
Wonder why they hated her? It's because of the France's royal government's betrayal, it's like they used her, even her marriage with the Prince. Of course, the man that she truly loved, but never replaced her bff--- was connected to the crimes that they committed.
A days later, in France the British Royals and the France's royals gathered up together to punish a young girl, for committing a crime she did not commit.
She was beheaded, died full of the world's hatred, giving her now a name a 'Traitor'. Also a reason as to why, the humanity now in these days were being wiped out. Not humans, just humanity. Meaning using your free will to what is LITERALLY right. She's not innocent, but why would she care about the people's prejudice against her? SHE HAVE THE ADVANTAGE. She will not go against them! She has the advantage, so why would she should act like she deserve better to just AVENGE herself?! Let them be. We are still acting like a child.
The girl's title was actually 'Lady, but since she married the Prince of England - there, she was known as the 'Princess of England'. I hoped soon, I would have a time to write this, tell me what you think about this kind of story. But I think it would be better. If you read it first, although-as of now , you can give me some ideas for this.
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Can you make a tragic writing music playlist I really dig your taste
I need some advice. For a university assignment, I need to write a 2000 word short story. I intend to make it a survival horror story set in the year 2007 about a journalist who is on the run from a deadly mutant creature during a zombie outbreak. Is there any tips for how to make it an engaging compelling story? I was going to start it off with a nightmare sequence.
For a short story you need tha action, so you don't really need to introduce much characters. You just need to capture the fear, there different kinds of angst and fear. I'm writing a thriller roman with some horror in it (the book starts with the main character drowning, the rest of the book is about how she ended up there). Short stories are a bit different than real books, since you need the reader to enjoy it without having any backstories or deep stuff in it. You need to start as close to the end as possible and let the 5 senses speak. First know where you have to end it, what the end is going to be like. Then think about the beginning of the end, what happens that gives that ending?
@@eamonntheemo6715 At the end the protagonist gets temporarily rescued from the mutant creature by a police officer who fires a rocket launcher at the creature and takes her to safety
@@unicorntomboy9736 Horror be like left the chat haha, that sounds rly cool!!
giving cruel prince vibes ngl
I apgreep thapnk you for the villain playlistsfrom an aspiering author who intends to mapke the main character be a villain that hopefully wpep can root for
At first I didnt like this playlist...too weird sounding and meh...after putting on while writing..... LUV IT!
Bro, I'm having a writerblock (I know exactly what I have to write, I want to write, I just have no energy to actually open my document and write those words). And now im listening to music instead of writing lmaooo
Where is the picture during "Start a War" from?
19:30 Flaschbacks from Vietna..I mean Zaun. I mean *hell*
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Hey anyone know what the songs where for her dystopia sifi playlist
Sorry I don't, but I'm looking for the same thing about her Dystopian City playlist
If somebody is desperate enough she, he, they will sell everything to get one drink, one shot or one line
23:39 - the world we made by ruelle, which movie is it? someone knows it?
Hello! I have a certain question that cannot get out of my mind. Let's say I'm writing a story that is set in a fictional world, right? Everything is made up by me. Theorically that book would belong to the fantasy genre, but there's this problem; there is nothing magical in this world. No supernatural races like elves or vampires, no magic etc. Only humans in an entirely fictional world with it's own history and something like that.
And I'm strugling with describing this book's genre
Could anyone help me with that one? I'd be grateful
beside of the magic, it´s a fantasy world anyway, cause the magic world its another subject of the fantasy, so you can say that is the genre: fantasy
sorry if i write something wrong, i do not speak english as a native, but i hope i help
can someone pls recommend me a good fantasy romance book?
This playlist screams Jude Duarte
Pse hunters only which means your all winners and friends of the lord
Pls somone make a mjusic like POV: You are Haseki Sultana pleaseeee
Me over here just doing my homework.
And then realizing you just got played and it was all for nothing
I tried, I tried really really hard to see the good in them. I tried not to see them as monsters, unlike how the empire saw them; they’re my older siblings so it should’ve been easy… right? So why? Why did they start a war? There was no need for it. They could’ve shared the rule like good twins, but I guess they didn’t want that. They tried to kill each other everyday, so much so it became a routine. One day, my sister’s poison attempt on my brother went horribly wrong and the one who consumed it wasn’t my brother, but my father, the emperor. A genuine fight for the throne began, they fought and fought and kept fighting for days with no end. The empire was falling apart and they didn’t care, all they wanted was to win the fight, no matter who’s lives would be affected by it.
I prayed day and night for them to stop, but the Gods never answered. Until, someone or rather, something answered my prayers. A stone? No, it’s a gem. How do I use this? The next day it was worse, both of them were seriously injured but wouldn’t stop fighting. I prayed once again and the stone began to glow from blue to red. A red mist of some sort surrounded me, engulfing me in it.
The minsters stood in shock, they had just been arguing about how to get rid of ‘these tyrants’ when I entered. Confusing them all, I sat in an empty seat near them. They looked… scared, like they saw what I did; but they didn’t, no one was there. No one was there to hear their screams, their begging, their looks of weakness. I was covered in blood, I knew that. I didn’t care, I already sacrificed that emotion, no, I sold that thing my soul. I don’t care about any of this, all I know is I have to bring this empire back to its glorious state.
“Your highness, why do you always wear that necklace?”
“This? It’s just a piece of jewellery I like.”
“But red isn’t the colour of this empire.”
“Oh! But when I found this gem it was blue!”
She looked at the sea of corpses rolled in blood and dirt. She gently lifted the skirt of her dress and came out of the carriage. A hand stained in dry blood was instantly offered,
She gracefully took it.
The ruthless warrior guided her through the dead, kicking heads out of her way. "The castle is yours once again."
"It has always been." she squeezed on his hand a little. Her breath was short and heavy, a broken voice she thought she lost "How many of.. us?"
The man let go of her hand and waited for her to walk ahead of him. "We don't count our heads like cattle. We are all one."
As soon as she stepped inside the walls of her home, he stopped a few feet behind. "You're not one of us." He said with dead eyes. "These are our mountains, we fought for them not for you. You were the princess in the hight castle, now you became the Queen in the high castle, We have zlways been the men of the mountains and forever will be. We will perform our duty to the crown as long as it serves our land." The words came out of his mouth as straight and sharp as his sword cuts through enemy's guts.
He took one last step back with his eyes on hers before he turned around and left.
Her home was destroyed and deserted. The coloured glass of the ceiling was shattered on the broken marbel ground, the paintings burnt and the tall curtains ripped. She went to the balcony and gazed upon the mountains. The warriors were pilling up the dead and setting them on flame, the smoke gathered in the sky and merged with the smoke from the forest.
She remembered the last day before it all started, how she stood in same place but the view was different. Back then she hoped she could discover the words outside, to leave the castle and never return.
And her wish did come true, then she prayed and fought to come back, a prisoner she might be meant to be, but maybe she will find the peace of it once again.
I am recommend this playlist for study. Really guys. You are sitting and doing boring and hard stuff and you thinking something like - bitch , I am the Queen , I can do this
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In God We Trust
selling ur soul for material is worth nothing