It’s also very user-friendly, so if you’re not the best at navigating technology, you should be fine. Say goodbye to post-it notes and piles and piles of notebooks, Dabble can store and organize everything you need on hand as you craft your novel. With a goal-setting feature, it will help you stay on track if you’re tackling NaNoWriMo. It will also track the word count of your entire project, chapters, and events. You can organize your projects into individual folders, to manage notes on plotlines, character creation, major events, and so on. You can try it for free, before opting for one of their monthly subscription packages, which range from $10, $15, and $20 per month.ĭabble is a fiction writer’s dream. The last chapters of the story would have shown off the Sci-Fi/Horror theme off, Amaias and partners would have gone through to the ice planet where MOM was stationed to stop her from completely deleting everything that was left after the first attempt.Pricing: From $10 per month Dabble can store and organize everything you need on hand as you craft your novelĭabble is a useful tool for authors to manage their work. My original intentions was to present the story as a basic, run-of-the-mill fantasy story where the hero puts together a team and defeats the bad guy but with a hidden Sci-Fi subplot that explained the way such a world (that includes things like mythical creatures and magic) could exist, I wanted the story to slowly drip-feed hints that foreshadowed MOM's involvement with the world and how she was the one who attempted to destroy existence. The 2000 word extract is taken right from the beginning of the story, since I was going for a science fantasy genre where I had planned to incorporate Sci-Fi tropes into the later chapters (this can be seen in the final part of the extract where Amaias is being mentally manipulated by MOM which causes him to start hallucinating.) I feel like the elements of Sci-Fi were not prominent enough, I should have tried incorporating them earlier into the story.
Carefully, I creek open the door and plant myself in the chilly covers of my bed, letting a deep slumber overcome my mind. The sky restored to its former glory, I make my way back through the rocky pathway and cobbled mountains, the unassuming little village sleeps just beyond, completely unaware of the immanent danger it was in. It warps, glistening and shining with calming stars. The blood rains down like a waterfall, flooding the bellows. I bring my bleeding hand back over to the damaged sky, letting drops of blood run along it, filling and mending the wound. The rift cuts into my hand and attempts to sap me off my life, instead I release it, letting it crumble off and howl in its last act of vile terror. I cough away the intruder's thoughts and drag my arm across to the slit in space, grasping at it. yet I hear it quietly whispered in my mind, beckoning me. Another shriek rings against empty walls, it should feel like its coming from far, far away. I reach out to a far away boulder as I rid my mind of vision, grasping it in my hand, bringing my grasp to my face and unclenching my arm presents me my solution, the once far way and massive boulder has now been reduced to nothing but a pebble in by hand. Approaching on foot seems futile, this world lacks proper laws on perspective, instead I must adapt to it, not fight it. Puffing and huffing, it drags in the world, devouring all it knows in a fit of bloodlust. The tear can be seen clearly now, between the highest and lowest points of existence, it sits here, shrieking out in pain. They go on and on, far until the end of space. The dusts drags against itself, building up to rocks and pebbles. Floating in the air like little bubbles, the great big mountains and deep dark oceans of the otherworldly plain had now been reduced to crumbs in the wind, an amalgamation of both sandstorm and rain frozen in time.
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