* 𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙧𝙤 / 𝘦𝘴𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘢.

 The letter was an incredible treasure, proof that Lily Potter had lived, really lived, that her warm hand had once moved across this parchment, tracing ink into these letters, these words, words about him, Harry, her son.”

001. a tattoo parlour, buzzing with machinery and walls lined with artwork . 002. a shopping mall, crowded and loud . 003. a cabin in the mountains, taking shelter from the snow storm. 004. an abandoned tea party, occupied with broken dolls . 005. the shooting range, empty casings clinking on the floor and sulphur in the air . 006. a music room, filled with melodies of an instrument . 007. an empty auto shop, hood of a car left open and quiet music coming through speakers . 008. a bright arcade, coins falling from machines and claws grabbing at soft toys . 009. the kennels, filled with barking dogs and excited companions . 010. a restaurant, where everyone is eerily quiet and staff are overly friendly . 011. a riding arena, with trained riders atop proud horses . 012. a mini golf course, sails of a windmill obscuring the path ahead . 013. a zoo, filled with an array of unique animals . 014. the docks of a bay, boats lining the decks . 015. a pond with ducks, seeking food . 016. a museum, displaying ancient bones and pottery of a history long ago . 017. a closed down prison, ghosts of violent history echoing in empty cells . 018. a quiet train station, lights overhead flickering and announcement board displaying errors . 019. the vast desert, scorching heat baring down at high noon . 020. the dark woods, filled with strange hanging symbols made of sticks . 021. a deep hole in the ground, covered by leaves and sticks . 022. a wishing fountain, base lined with copper coins of past wishes . 023. an abandoned picnic in an empty field, flask still warm with coffee . 024. a barn filled with hay and tools, old wood creaking in the wind . 025. a graveyard in the dead of night, wind howling through the trees . 026. a crumbling bridge above a raging river . 027. the refreshing waters of a lake, away from prying eyes . 028. the crossroads, in the middle of nowhere . 029. a cosy bonfire at summer camp, marshmallows roasting on the fire . 030. the top of a radio tower, with the perfect view of the surrounding area . 031. a lone phone box on a street corner . 032. a large elaborate temple dedicated to a deity, offerings still intact . 033. a drive-in movie theatre, cars empty and projector casting only light onto the screen . 034. a strange trail of breadcrumbs on a woodland path . 035. a haunted mansion, ancient paintings watching every footstep . 036. a decrepit mine located out in the hills, believed by locals to have a powerful curse cast upon it . 037. the edge of a cliff, overlooking the rough waves and distant sounds of approaching danger . 038. a road trip across country, music blaring through speakers . 039. a flower shop, filled with bouquets and a sweet aroma . 040. an airport in the early hours of the morning, deprived of sleep . 041. a train on its way to its destination, a sleeping passenger resting on a shoulder . 042. an abandoned shack filled with strange books of the occult and something mysterious bubbling on the stove . 043. an empty throne room, moonlight glimmering through tall windows . 044. an underwater tunnel in an aquarium, fish swimming overhead and sharks looming in the distance . 045. deep within unmarked cave located in the side of a mountain, lit only by a flare . 046. the dusty streets of a western town, watched by wary residents . 047. the back of a vast library, surrounded by books, when a black book falls from the highest shelf . 048. a room of an asylum, an abandoned camcorder left in the middle of the room . 049. the shores of an unknown beach, washed up from the ocean . 050. the deck of an unsteady ship, waves crashing against the haul and rain lashing down from dark clouds .

Before you write your novel, write a page of anything from your characters POV so you can get their voice right. Do this for every main character introduced.

después de la tragedia que protagonizó cuando era pequeña, se considera inmune a los efectos que la sangre provoca en la mayoría de la gente. de todas formas la mancha en el asfalto de aquel estacionamiento le resulta inquietante. es obvio que algo sucedió allí y no tiene interés en ser parte de ello. “por favor, dime que esa no es tu sangre y no tengo que llevarte al hospital más cercano.”

" ¿m-m-mía " uñas encastradas contra el pavimento. sonidos de motor en sus oídos, la vaga idea de haber chocado contra algo. dolía, cada centímetro de su cuerpo ardía como si la hubieran lanzado de una pendiente rocosa. intentó enfocar la mirada, encontrándose con la diluida figura de una ¿mujer? su voz sonaba como una " ayu... ayúdame, por favor " suplicó, conduciendo sus tremulas manos a cada lado de su cuerpo, adquiriendo el equilibrio justo para sentarse sobre el suelo. ¿estaban detrás de ella? ¿lograrían alcanzarla? " no... " no me dejes sola. lástima, las palabras no salieron.

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* para @catatvmbo

" uh, depende. ¿el tío harry me absolverá de los cargos? " manejarse por la acerba naturaleza del cementerio le parecía maravilloso. el frío nocturno en la cara, el sonido de los depredadores al despertar. incluso aún sin estar terminado completamente, las lápidas conmemorativas de aquellos héroes que defendieron el castillo se extendían hacia más allá donde alcanzaba su vista " james me dijo... " nada bueno comenzaba con esa frase. louis meneó la linterna frente suyo, endulzando su voz para evitar ver la posible cara de desgracia de su prima " vale, escúchame ——él dijo que minerva había escondido algo aquí. además... dominique no me quiso acompañar. "