Novel & Cerita How To Write A Fantasy

Her instructions were brief and to the point. "Focus your entire mind and soul upon that of which you desire my dear boy. Think long and hard, construct the outlines of a perfect fantasy in your mind, and then let it flow to your heart. Once your heart longs for the fantasy so badly it actually pains you, swallow the potion down in one quick drink. Lay back in bed and relax letting your mind wander back to your fantasy. Keep your forbidden dream that you so yearn to dream that night simple as the potion will fill in all the necessary details for you. Soon you will feel your eyes getting heavy and sleep will come bringing with it an escape into a realm few ever have the joy of visiting." With

On a special day where she first saw on an unexpected situation the face of the man that she used to see and was able to be within her dreams and fantasies. She had a large photo of this man right on the wall of her room. And on the back of that big picture there she wrote and announced how much and for how long she would love and dedicate her whole heart to him without any covetousness. That photograph then served as the image of him with whom she spoke with. She felt that because he was smiling, the man in the picture was smiling at her. And even everything was pure fantasy. Nothing is missing, because she is happy.

My professors, Wyatt and Bryce. With a heavy sigh, I rolled over and grabbed my other journal from the nightstand. The leather cover felt cool in my hands asI flipped it open to a fresh page and picked up my pen. My mind raced with images of them. I wished it was Wyatt pinning me down, his strong body crushing mine as he rammed into me hard. And Bryce watching, his eyes dark with lust, controlling every move. I started to write, pouring out the fantasy like it was real. The words flowed fast, dirty and raw, just like the ache in my body. I started to write.

A/N In case you have a fantasy you want me to pen down, just comment on it, and I'll pick the new stories from it.

The world in which this story takes place is fictional and does not exist in reality. This story is set in a fantasy world ruled by werewolves, where strength, secrecy, dominance, and loyalty are central to society. The story includes fantasy elements such as shapeshifting, supernatural power hierarchies, magical systems, and political tensions. These elements are used to build the fictional setting and drive character motivations. They are not meant to reflect real-life ideologies, social structures, or belief systems.

Hey Lovely Readers, This is my first fantasy story, my own imagination of creating a new fantasy world of a unique kind This is my original work and if I happen to come across this story on any other platform, I would be disappointed with such replication. Please forgive me for my grammatical errors as English isn't my native language. I would highly appreciate your feedback, suggestions on my mistakes. This story is written primarily for teens however it's open for all age groups as all of us love a bit of fantasy. No mature contents at all. I hope you will love reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Love Your Author

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And even if the plan was always to have a night of pleasure with Flynn, I was not very sure that everything would happen in his car, but it happened, and I had to find some way to express it in words, because the world needed to know how good Flynn Ashton was at what he set out to do. "It's, I write," I cleared my throat, trying to find my voice after that moment of surprise. "I write some things, but it's no big deal. I only sold a few projects, and I can't consider myself a successful author. It seems that I only know how to write about fantasy, and not everyone is interested in this genre. Although it is my favorite genre of both books and movies. I... I don't know why I'm saying everythi

Maya said suddenly, voice sharp with energy that hadn’t been weighed down by food. “Like?” Dante asked, tilting his head, his voice smooth, careless, but curious. “Twenty-one questions,” Maya announced proudly. “We take turns asking questions. You can pick anyone when it’s your turn.” His grin widened, something wicked sparking in his eyes. “And you can’t lie. You must answer. If you don’t, you drink a nasty concoction, vinegar, rotten eggs and spoiled milk.” Dante raised both brows, letting out a low whistle. “Jesus, Maya. You’re a terrible person.”