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I m currently in the price writing a novel which I m super excited about. The only problem lies in the fact that I need a futuristic disease that is plaguing most of the nation and is currently incurable. This is a major component of my story and i have no idea what kind of disease to create, who it should affect and eventually a cure for this disease. The story line revolves around the antagonist of the story trying, by any means necessary, to cure this disease which she is infected with. I would appreciate any ideas because I am at a loss of what to do. Thank you in advance.

Last Sunday, while at a haunted house, they threw a body at my group and it was very unexpected - two people fell and my knee ended up buckling and my quadricep muscles contracted ( I believe ) trying to save me from falling; however, when this sudden contraction happened, I felt my knee do about ten different cracks on the inside and was left in excruciating pain. Because I paid $25, I hobbled through the course and on Monday my knee was three times the size of my right knee and I was literally crying as I walked around my campus to get to my classes. I went to my urgent care doctor that day. X-rays were taken and the doctor told me he thought it (my patella) was fractured and that there was fluid in the joint because of this, he said, I needed to see a specialist. I was able to make an appointment on Friday and throughout the week my swelling was going down but I still have a very tender spot on the knee cap. Yesterday, the bone specialist told me that (after taking more x-rays) he isn't sure what is wrong but it appears that I have a chip from my knee and that I possibly tore my ligament off my bone which, in turn, also could have torn a piece of my bone off when it came off. He told me to see the sports medicine doctor at their office in 1 and 1/2 weeks and to do therapy and ice in the mean time. The issue is that I don't know whats wrong with my knee for sure, so why would I do therapy that could potentially harm it more? I ended up making an appointment on Tuesday.

I have a story that I am attempting to revamp and I have two different sets of superhuman characters. (this is a dystopian novel and the characteristics were brought upon by a cure to a plague that affected the community 52 years before and has been affecting the offspring ever since.) The first group is the good kind that have developed superhuman abilities and they are the good however they typically go through stages that will sooner rather than later..turn the bad meaning that they will then start to slur their words and become basically evil and never be able to talk again, they transform into something else entirely. These guys, in my story, used to be called Revilers and it just doesn't flow. Any suggestions for both groups? I would greatly appreciate it. My inspiration from this came from Heroes.. If you've seen the show they call them Evos and I cannot steal that but I love the sound of it. Any ideas? Thank you in advance!

I have a story that I am attempting to revamp and I have two different sets of superhuman characters. (this is a dystopian novel and the characteristics were brought upon by a cure to a plague that affected the community 52 years before and has been affecting the offspring ever since.) The first group is the good kind that have developed superhuman abilities and they are the good however they typically go through stages that will sooner rather than later..turn the bad meaning that they will then start to slur their words and become basically evil and never be able to talk again, they transform into something else entirely. These guys, in my story, used to be called Revilers and it just doesn't flow. Any suggestions for both groups? I would greatly appreciate it. My inspiration from this came from Heroes.. If you've seen the show they call them Evos and I cannot steal that but I love the sound of it. Any ideas? Thank you in advance!

I was wondering if anybody else was quite bored with 1984. I am a senior in highschool, who absolutely loves to read, but; I was wondering, if anyone else hated the book. I find it hard to read through one line of it let alone a whole page. I love dystopian societies but this book is drawn out. I, actually, did enjoy Animal Farm by Orwell but this book...I dread having to pick it up. (which is a terrible thing because I have to read over 100 pages tonight of it.. which is so managable but the very thought sends chills up my spine.) Anyone else like this with 1984? If so, what was the reason? Or did you love every minute of it?

What can I call a test that determines your fate in my novel that I am beginning to write? I have only started today writing this with no former ideas prior to writing and I want to call it a test but that just seems so boring. I was think examination but that sounds frightful.. evaluation.. odd. I honestly have no clue! Please help!

So, I was just wondering if you guys could give me any suggestions on simple yet elegant names for characters (and by elegant it doesn't have to be like Delilah Rose Bucanon...or whatever)

I just need first names for a girl (protagonist), a boy (man? idk yet) and a mother. So suggestions would be very helpful. I know that this is really really like no information but if you have some names you've been dying to get out of you..PLEASE share them with me(:

thank you so much in advance!

May I first start out by just saying thank you for taking your time to answer this question. So, I have just posted one of my ongoing stories on wattpad and was wondering if there was more ways to get people to read them, advertise them, or anything of the sort?

If you would like to check my story out... here it is! http://www.wattpad.com/story/9681061-don%27t-forge...

tell me what you think? (I write science fiction/fantasy)

Thanks again!

Hey! So I was wondering if you could give me some comments on part of my story?

A man, dressed in a dark gray suit, gripped a hold of my malnourished body and led me through the long hallway, in front of us was twenty or so people of all ages in shackles being led by other guards to the chamber ahead. They all had terrified looks on their faces. I didn’t want to be scared. I wanted to be brave for the people ahead. For what reason, I am unsure. However, I do remember thinking that this was all for the better; and, yet I was shaking with every step. I wasn’t going to show them my weaknesses. I was going to be brave. It was almost as if I was proud to be in this position. I can remember smiling at the man leading me to the chamber, a smile which he returned.

“It will all be okay.” Something about his smile made me feel calm.

We were all lead into the spacious chamber and I looked around at the faces of the young and old prisoners, terrified shudders paced between them with my glance and I gave a sort of a nod. When I turned back around the door was shut and all the guards had exited. I moved towards the door and peered out of the small glass window in the middle of it. No one was seen. I felt horribly alone in a room filled with people.

A couple of minutes passed, maybe two or three, when a noise started to fill the chamber and a sort of gas was coming out through the vents in the ceiling. Everyone but me fell to the floor almost immediately. The air suddenly didn’t feel like air anymore. It felt dense within my lungs. I couldn’t breathe. Then, I couldn’t remember. The oddest memories were slipping away. I don’t know exactly what memories left first and I don’t know which ones left last, all I know is that I was loosing my memories. I couldn’t recall how I got into the chamber, why I was in the chamber, and I couldn’t even remember my own name! I was lost and alone and dieing.

This occurred in a matter of seconds and with each one that passed by I became more and more confused. In a panic, I pounded on the door in front of me, peering through the glass. I saw the boy that had led me into the room and he gave me the saddest smile. I tried to scream but the gas wouldn’t allow it.

This is all I can remember from my life before I woke up. Considering that I’m not even supposed to remember that, I consider it a blessing. I can’t tell you how many times I play over each and every detail, hoping I missed something. I haven’t. This is all I know about myself.

The man was probably around nineteen, I know I held a high regard for him, and that I was probably around the same age as him. Just a feeling though.

I know what I was exposed to in the chamber, amnesia gas. I know lots of things, just nothing about myself. My whole memory was supposed to be erased, I know this. I was supposed to be like a new born baby, but for some reason I wasn’t. I was not supposed to be able to breathe on my own, walk, talk, recall facts, I wasn’t supposed to have any knowledge of the world. Key work: supposed to. I was the exception to all the rules. I could breathe on my own. I could walk. I could talk. I could tell you some basic history of our country, all things of the sort. I suppose they did get it somewhat right; I couldn’t remember much and what I did remember was of no use. In most aspects, I was a clean slate.

When I first awoke, people were gawking at me. It was a strange thing, waking up and having four pairs of eyes staring at you. Whispers passed between them when they realized my eyes were open. “She’s awake.”

You’re damn straight I’m awake.

“What do we do?” A high pitched male asked. He was short and wore a lab coat labeled, Martin.

“Get Doctor Johnson immediately.” Doctor Johnson. My mind searched, I didn’t know a Doctor Johnson. I didn’t know any doctors at all. “He’ll want to see her first.” At this I shot up in the bed.

I didn’t know a Doctor Johnson. I didn’t know this room. I didn’t know any of these people. I was in shock. “Who are you people?” Stunned glances passed between them. “Answer me!” I was terrified.

A small girl with kind features pushed her way to be next to the bed. In a tiny sound escaped her lips, “You can speak?” She was certainly shocked as was I.

I nodded. “Who are you?” I asked again. My mind was spinning in every which way. Confusion was all I could remember.

“Ms. I’m…” The same small girl tried to speak once more but was shushed and told to wait for the doctor. Maybe she could wait but I wasn’t about to. I didn’t know who these people were and right when I was starting to get answers they hushed her. I

n a moment, I was out of my bed and running through the white halls, of what appeared to be, a hospital desperately trying to find an escape. I glanced behind me and saw two men and one woman following me in a hurry, all of which were present in my room before my flee, a second glance reassured me that the small girl was nowhere to be seen. Thanks so much!!!!

Hey everyone! Thank you so much for taking your time to read this question. So, I absolutely love to write and got extremely bored in my psychology class today and decided to write..I just typed it up and this is the overall beginning of a novel that I think I would like to continue! I was just wondering your opinions and constructive critism if you have any. Keep in mind that I seriously just wrote this and have not even edited it yet. I appreciate all your advice. Thank you so much in advance! (P.S. It will end up being science-fiction and a dystopian society)

A man, dressed in a dark gray suit, gripped a hold of my malnourished body and led me through the long hallway, in front of us was twenty or so people of all ages in shackles being led by other guards to the chamber ahead. They had terrifired looks on their faces. I didn’t want to be scared. I wanted to be brave for the people ahead. For what reason, I am unsure. However, I do remember thinking that this was all for the better; and, yet I was shaking with every step. I wasn’t going to show them my weaknesses. I was going to be brave. It was almost as if I was proud to be in this position. I can remember smiling at the man leading me to the chamber, a smile which he returned.

“It will all be okay.” Something about his smile made me feel calm.

We were all lead into the spacious chamber and I looked around at the faces of the young and old prisoners, terrified shudders paced between them with my glance and I gave a sort of a nod. When I turned back around the door was shut and all the guards had exited. I moved towards the door and peered out of the small glass window in the middle of it. No one was seen. I felt horribly alone in a room filled with people.

A couple of minutes passed, maybe two or three, when a noise started to fill the chamber and a sort of gas was coming out through the vents in the ceiling. Everyone but me fell to the floor almost immediately. The air suddenly didn’t feel like air anymore. It felt dense within my lungs. I couldn’t breathe. Then, I couldn’t remember. The oddest memories were slipping away. I don’t know exactly what memories left first and I don’t know which ones left last, all I know is that I was loosing my memories. I couldn’t recall how I got into the chamber, why I was in the chamber, and I couldn’t even remember my own name! I was lost and alone and dieing.

This occurred in a matter of seconds and with each one that passed by I became more and more confused. In a panic, I pounded on the door in front of me, peering through the glass. I saw the boy that had led me into the room and he gave me the saddest smile. I tried to scream but the gas wouldn’t allow it.

This is all I can remember from my life before I woke up. Considering that I’m not even supposed to remember that, I consider it a blessing. I can’t tell you how many times I play over each and every detail, hoping I missed something. I haven’t. This is all I know about myself.

The man was probably around nineteen, I know I held a high regard for him, and that I was probably around the same age as him. Just a feeling though.

I know what I was exposed to in the chamber. I know lots of things, just nothing about myself. My whole memory was supposed to be erased. I was supposed to be like a baby, but for some reason I wasn’t. I was not supposed to be able to breathe on my own, walk, talk, recall facts, I wasn’t supposed to have any knowledge of the world. Key work: supposed to. I am the exception to all the rules. I can breathe on my own. I can walk. I can talk. I could tell you some basic history of our country, all things of the sort. I suppose they, whoever they is, did get it somewhat right. I can’t remember much and what I do remember is no use. In most aspects, I am a clean slate.

Hey Guys! Thanks for taking the time for checking out this question and helping me! Anyway to move on with it... I need help writing a dream scene in my dystopian society. This is what I have so far:

I woke up confused and sweaty. My night was filled with uncertainty. My mother and father were not present but the rest of my family was: Jerome, Finn, Colton, Teagan, Alec, and Sky. All of my siblings.

In my dream we were in the tiniest house you could ever imagine for nine people. I knew our house was already small but this was a huge downsize. My siblings were all in one cramped room, the boys in a bed and the girls in another with no room to move. Their faces were filled with sadness and that broke my heart.

Then the scene transformed and they were in front of an old statue with a green color, except my siblings were much older…they were all my age. They stared at me and I stared right back. In union they shouted, “Life! Liberty! Freedom!” Over and over again.

It was those lines that stuck with me as I awoke. Life. Liberty. Freedom.

So, I have this and was wondering what you guys thought. Basically I wanted this dream to help her come to the conclusion that something has to be done with her society and she has to find a way to somehow start it. So what do you think? Good... Horrible... stupid? Any other ideas would be very much appreciated! Thank you so much for your time.. it means a lot!

So.. Having difficulty coming up with a name of a country in a dystopian setting. The country has a king who is basically all powerful and I want the name to invoke fear to the citizens. I was thinking another word for Complete power.. but Idk. Please help!

So I have this new story I am writing and I am having a terrible time with last names. I came up with the one name Brogan Miller (which I totally like), but I need other last names. My main character's name is Kira, her father is Kensley, her mother is Magdalen, and her sister is Sky, (There are more people in her family but they are not as important). I would like a last name that works mainly with Kira but it has to sound nice with the other names as well. I also have a prince in my story named Jediah is there any suggestions for him? Thank you so much for your help. I am so lost!

Tell me what you think please! Btw my title is Turned.

Chapter 1

Funerals and burials are meant for closure, which is much needed in many cases. After a half year of running, I have returned to our settlement to find my best friend dead. We were close, as close as any two people could be. We looked after each other and took care of each other. To return and find your best friend dead, well lets just say it’s heartbreaking. It splits you into two pieces, the other half of you is gone, and you can no longer apologize for all the wrongs you have done to them. Memories will end up fading.

I came back too late, too late for a funeral.

True, funerals rarely happened in Faulmont, the governing nation, but I’ve heard of them or rather read of them. Families and friends alike attend a service that reunites one another, it is where people mend holes and honor the lives of those they loved. I’ve read that they are truly sad events; but is it any sadder than coming home to learn of a death and not being able to say goodbye? I wish I could have attended one for Adric. I wish I had a chance to say goodbye. More than anything, I wish he could have had one. One where people would realize what a great person he was. Maybe I didn’t realize it. I’m not quite sure. But, I do know I wish he could have had a funeral even if I was unable to attend. But a funeral costs money and money is a scarce thing.

There is no graveyard to visit him, all such places are overfilled and the government has decided for the bodies to be burned. There is just the outdoors that he loved so much. My feet lead me through the open field and a tear falls from my eye, my hand quickly catches it in mid flight. I shove my hands into my warm pockets and gaze around me. The wind blowing my long hair behind my shoulders sends shivers from my toes to my nose. Everything here is Adric. Everything reminds me of him. I miss my Adric.

I think of his laugh, his smile, and the way his eyes would light up when he talked about stopping the Revilers. It is good to remember him, to remember who he was. However, I did leave because of his obsession with them, the Revilers. They ruined our team of two. We were dedicated to annihilating every last one of them, but it became too much. Slaughter was and still is not the answer. I should know best. It only brings hunger and that hunger can never be satisfied.

I’ll be honest. Adric will always have a place in my heart; he will always be mine. The change he went through when I was here, though, was not a good one. I left because of it. Maybe I don’t give him enough credit. He was an amazing person and the change couldn’t have been stopped. It was the curse taking over. It was the curse that was changing his personality.

So, just curious do one word titles grab your attention? My story is called Turned and I was wondering what you guys think about something like that. My novel is a science fiction story set in the year 2139 where the Revilers, wicked creatures who know nothing but evil (killing everyone and destroying settlements), are turning people who are affected by the curse into monsters like themselves. Hence the name, Turned.. What do you guys think?

So this is chapter one of my story. It's called Turned. I was wondering what you thought of it. It would be greatly appreciated.

Chapter 1

Funerals and burials are meant for closer, which is much needed in many cases. After a half year of running, I have returned to our settlement to find my best friend dead. We were close, as close as any two people could be. We looked after each other and took care of each other. To return and find your best friend dead, well lets just say it’s heartbreaking. It splits you into two pieces, the other half of you is gone, and you can no longer apologize for all the wrongs you have done to them. Memories will end up fading.

I came back too late, too late for a funeral.

True, funerals rarely happened in Faulmont, the governing nation, but I’ve heard of them or rather read of them. Families and friends alike attend a service that reunites one another, it is where people mend holes and honor the lives of those they loved. I’ve read that they are truly sad events; but is it any sadder than coming home to learn of a death and not being able to say goodbye? I wish I could have attended one for Adric. I wish I had a chance to say goodbye. More than anything, I wish he could have had one. One where people would realize what a great person he was. Maybe I didn’t realize it. I’m not quite sure. But, I do know I wish he could have had a funeral even if I was unable to attend. But a funeral costs money and money is a scarce thing.

There is no graveyard to visit him, all such places are overfilled and the government has decided for the bodies to be burned. There is just the outdoors that he loved so much. My feet lead me through the open field and a tear falls from my eye, my hand quickly catches it in mid flight. I shove my hands into my warm pockets and gaze around me. The wind blowing my long hair behind my shoulders sends shivers from my toes to my nose. Everything here is Adric. Everything reminds me of him. I miss my Adric.

I think of his laugh, his smile, and the way his eyes would light up when he talked about stopping the Revilers. It is good to remember him, to remember who he was. However, I did leave because of his obsession with them, the Revilers. They ruined our team of two. We were dedicated to annihilating every last one of them, but it became too much. Slaughter was and still is not the answer. I should know best. It only brings hunger and that hunger can never be satisfied.

I’ll be honest. Adric will always have a place in my heart; he will always be mine. The change he went through when I was here, though, was not a good one. I left because of it. Maybe I don’t give him enough credit. He was an amazing person and the change couldn’t have been stopped. It was the curse taking over. It was the curse that was changing his personality.

Hello! So, I am writing this story and I am looking for a whole big list of unique names that I like for later characters... I make a name fit the character, lol. For me, it is highly important for names to be different. So far, I have my mine character as Belaya. (I am not going to go into the details of the story.. cannot give it away!) And all the people she is affiliated with. So here is my list so far:

Belaya

Adric

Archer

Riaker

Mrs. Delani

and then I am going to soon add in the character of Fabian.

So you see, I like unique names (: I was wondering if anyone could help my list along.. it just takes so long to google search them all. Thanks for all your help!

I'm trying to come up with a design for my spainish club and I really need a quote. It doesn't have to be in Spanish, I mean that is cute too. I'm honestly open to anything! I need all the help I can get! Last year we had the quote, "We're hot like habeneros." I think thats so cute and i kind of want it to be really cute this year too, I mean we will be voting on the best ones.. but I really wanna try to make one really cute! So your help is very much needed and welcome (: Thanks in advance!!!!