forum umm hi i have like 2 stories and i don't know what to do....
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hi….the title of this thread made it sound like you needed help with something? (also, what do you mean by the documents being "published"? and why aren't i allowed to capitalize anything?)

@ember-chan-will-never-forget-you

yeah so i've go writer's blockkkkkkkk
i have a story about rapunzel that has literally gone nowhere.
(also capitalisation is because i think we really don't need it i guess unless you are capitalising names)

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Oh oof. Yeah, writer's block sucks. Anything I can do to help? I could try to help you with your rapunzel story, or give you some ideas to help get unstuck?

@ember-chan-will-never-forget-you 

                                                                       Chapter One
    Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair. 
    Golden locks, maiden fair
    Esmerelda shook her head. Aunt Chloe was coming to the tower today, to visit and bring her daughter to spend time with Esmerelda. Her daughter’s name was Smoky, and that described her very well. With silvery-black hair and steel grey eyes, her demeanor was very imposing and intimidating. 
      “Essie! Smoky and I are here. These are the books you wanted.” Esmerelda raced out of her room, skidding to a halt, her hair flowing behind. She flipped the untrimmed bangs out of her eyes. Aunt Chloe stood in the middle of the round center room. She held a basket, filled with books on poetry and writing, and a few of Edgar Allen Poe’s. Smoky pushed back the hood of her cloak, shaking out her choppy hair. She let out a little hiss, exposing her pointed fangs. Her teeth were bared in an odd excuse for a smile. Absolutely terrifying. Predatory, even.
     “Hello, Esmerelda. How are you?”
     Essie responded with a curt nod of her head. “I’m doing okay. You?”
     “Fine, as always.” Ever so polite.
     Smoky was more of an awkward guard dog to Aunt Chloe. Essie suspected that she was really a werewolf. She had drawings all over her walls.
     Smoky took the basket and disappeared in a brume of black. Essie dashed after her. 
     When Essie got to her room, Smoky was carefully setting the books on the shelf with sharp, precise movements. Pick up the book, flick of the wrist to place it on the shelf. It was fascinating, almost catlike. I wondered if Smoky was actually an Animagus, from Harry Potter. Hers would probably be a cat. Or a wolf.
     Smoky turned around and I realised Essie that she was staring. Lowering her eyes, she turned around and shoved her hands in the pockets of her hoodie.
    “Sorry. Um. Don’t you have to go rewire the router?”
    “Yes. Why’re you reminding me?” Smoky listed her head, her hair covering her eyes. Smoky brushed it away, her eyes sharp.
        Essie replied, “You have jobs. So do I. Go finish yours.” She tucked a curl behind her ear. 
           Instead of listening to her, Smoky retrieved a hairbrush and stood behind Esmerelda. She carefully plaited and twisted her hair into a cascading fall of coils. She then produced a shimmering band of jewels from her cloak. Smoky wiped the glare away and moved to face Essie. Putting her hand under Essie’s chin, she lifted her head to a more regal position and settled the band on her head.
         Smoky smiled, and this time it was beautiful. “Don’t let Chloe see you like that. She’ll take the crown away.” Her black eyes looked like delicately cut diamonds in the sparkling, reflected light of the jewels in Essie’s hair. Smoky pulled up her hood and disappeared once more. I knew she went to rewire the WiFi router. 
        Chloe was worried that Essie was going to send a message to the outside world to a ‘knight in shining armor’ so she could be rescued. That was why Smoky rewired the router. Smoky was a coding genius, so she made it impossible for Essie to comment on any YouTube video, call anyone other than her and Chloe, and text anyone.
     Essie stepped to the mirror and stared. Her reflection stared back. Her brown hair slithered down her back in pretty coils. In her books, people looked like this. They were royalty. Life in luxury, silkily pillowed couches. Essie lifted the crown off her head and tucked it inside her pillowcase. Unnerved by Smoky’s sudden sunny flash of happiness, she pulled a book off the shelf. Smoky’s usual aura was camouflage and shadow. So why was she acting differently? She replaced the book and pulled a chair over to her keyboard. She plunked out a few notes to set the rhythm and then let her fingers fly over the board.
       Mozart’s ‘Turkish March’ trickled out her fingertips, washing everything else out of her mind. She stopped suddenly and stood up again. Plopping down at her desk, she opened her laptop and pulled up YouTube. A notification told her that the battery was low. Cursing, she scrambled to find the charger. She left it here somewhere, right? Yep, here it was. Tangled in a net of phone chargers and yarn. Essie sighed and began the long, tedious process of unraveling it. Closing her computer, she sat down and frowned at the mess of black and orange and sea-green. Concentrating, she stretched out her hands and a blue light glowed and pulsed from them. The mess rose into the air and she spread her arms slowly, making the net stretch and distend. The mess separated, leaving the charger on the ground. She picked it up and examined it, surprised at what she had just done. The blue energy that flowed from her hands made her feel powerful, almost too powerful. I saw it in her eyes; she was terrified. She was quite a pretty girl. Stepping out of the shadows, I tried to move quietly. Esmerelda spun around frantically and produced a long, jagged knife from her sleeve. She did that frighteningly quickly! Where'd she even get the knife? She kicked me in the stomach and shoved the knife against my throat.
    “Who are you; what do you want?” Essie growled through clenched teeth.
    “Relax, darling. I’m Rowan. But you most likely know me as Prince Charming."
                                                                          Chapter 2  I twisted around to see a charcoal-haired boy standing in my room. Yeah, maybe I overreacted. Yeah, maybe I pressed my knife to his throat. What did you expect me to do? I'm the girl who's been confined to a tower her whole life. You expect me to politely ask the kid -I mean- Prince Charming to LEAVE?! Smoky appeared in a plume of soot. She gave me an incompetent glance and wrapped her hands around Charming's throat. Smoky effortlessly lifted him into the air.
     "You are in the presence of Her Majesty, Princess Esmerelda Lotus Ivycreek. Why?"  Rowan's eyes got really big and he bowed awkwardly, as Smoky still had him in the air. "Your Majesty. I was not aware you were staying in this establishment. Shall I inform the queen?"
    Smoky blinked and looked surprised. Regaining her cool, she bared her teeth and said, "That won't be necessary."
  "Stop. Are you telling me that I'm the princess? AND I HAD NO IDEA?" I was absolutely furious.

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I have to go to school now. I'm sorry, I thought I had more time, but I'll be back after :)

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Guess who's back? It's me! Guess who has to go to school? Also me. sigh
Yesterday was really hectic, I'm sorry I didn't reply back. I read what you have so far of your story, and it's really good! If you'd like help figuring out where to go with it, you can PM me. If you have any idea of what you want to happen, or how you'd like it to end, just send me the ideas you have and we can go from there :)