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Hoods: Stray Dogs, a wattpad story

I think you’d like this story: “Hoods: Stray Dogs” by NiktheN on Wattpad


My writing (covers)

I’m not perfect with book covers


Umbrella Dogs: Soldiers vs Supernatural in a paranormal/supernatural world.
Drama, magic


The Mad Kingdom: An attempt at a Alice in Wonderland retelling. Mad Hatter is King and must die

Second Idea: Sleeping King Retelling
Third Idea: some crazy none inspired by Naruto somehow


Current Project

The O: The InSPIRE tower is home and prison to the young Akene Pope, she lives in the highest Society, the Society that can speak to the Sleeping King Machine regarded as a type of God and Church of Parapsychology carries out its rules. Akene’s father was a herdsman, a soldier for the Church, he went on a mission and was only to be gone a week to two weeks, but seven days after his parting, the family received a note telling of his death.

However, Akene finds out about the tower’s wicked people and the use of PSI, something kept and monitored and told that civilians couldn’t use unless they were blessed by Terrosseus himself. She learns none of this is true, with the help of friends  and those outside the InSPIRE, she plans with them to destroy the tower. (Bad Blurb)

You should read “Unreal Urban: Black Days (Book 1)” on Wattpad.

My outline


Plot turn:
Wrap up:


The story begins by introducing the protagonist in a way that reveals his defining characteristics, strengths, weaknesses, life circumstances, motives, and goals. SEGMENT 1 also establishes the setting and tone.


Something happens to the protagonist that is out of the ordinary (for the protagonist, not for you). The event should be as apocalyptic as possible. This event throws the protagonist out of his comfort zone. The more disastrous it is for the protagonist the higher the stakes are. The higher the stakes are the more interesting the story will be.


The protagonist weighs his options. He decides he can not ignore the event that has thrown his life off track. There is either too much at stake or the event has irrevocably closed the door on his previous life until he confronts the issue.



The protagonist makes a plan of action to address the source of the conflict. The event that threw him off course has given him 1 clue as to where to start finding answers or he knows the first obstacle standing between him and the resolution of his conflict.

The protagonist executes his plan and succeeds, closing the door on the antagonist’s original plan. Not only does the antagonist not achieve his goal he was hoping for, but the exact opposite of what he intended happened and the door he was trying to go through is now closed. The protagonist learns more about the antagonist, himself and the antagonist’s motives/goals. Based on this new information the protagonist makes a new plan to get closer to the antagonist.


The protagonist, enabled by his previous success, sets in motion the second part of his plan to accomplish his goal.


The antagonist has to adapt to the new circumstances created by the protagonist’s success and devises a new plan.


The protagonist executes his new plan and fails. Not only does he not achieve the goal he was hoping for, but the exact opposite of what he intended happened. The door he was trying to go through is now closed.


Despite the protagonist’s failure he has learned something new about the antagonist. He uses that information to create a new plan to approach the conflict from a different angle.


The protagonist executes his new plan and succeeds.

Note: You can repeat SEGMENTS 4-9 as many times as logically needed to fully develop the characters and the conflict.


There’s no set rule for how early or how late you should reveal the antagonist. It just needs to be logical and provide maximum tension.


The protagonist’s success places him in a position to confront the antagonist directly, which he does. This is the Battle of the Bulge. The protagonist has made it to/into the gates of the antagonist’s lair and must directly battle all of the antagonist’s signature strengths with his own signature strengths.


The antagonist has the protagonist cornered. The protagonist is at his weakest point and all hope is lost. The antagonist is one step away from accomplishing all of his goals and defeating the protagonist.


The protagonist uses his signature strength and attacks the antagonist’s signature weakness to defeat him.



Having defeated the antagonist the protagonist finally takes possession of the object of his quest.


After the protagonist takes possession of the object of his quest he must do what he planned to do with it.


The protagonist, having accomplished all of his goals must choose what to do next or with the rest of his life.


The denouement tells what lies in store for the protagonist, any supporting characters or the world in general.

I found help on internet ans mashed up my own outline

Writing Question

Does anyone have tips for outlining a story?


Possibly bad. This is a draft and I’m planning to fix it. But this is what I got now.

My life has always been an unfortunate one and I’m not saying that in a ‘woe is me’ sort of tone. I’ve been through things that weren’t fun and maybe one time I got abducted by aliens but that isn’t… Important.

“This is our new student—”

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Monica looked at the clock repeatedly as grabbed her purse, took the gun from table in the living room and tucked away at her hip under her black dress. “Alright! I’m gone!”, she shouted. Her daughter Mackenzie Young, came downstairs before her mother before her mother walked out the door. Mackenzie was five foot seven,brown, curly hair, amber eyes like her mother and father due to the effect of the jewel. “Ma!”, she called her stopping her mother in her tracks. “What is it now?” “It’s about–“, she started to say but her mother cut her off. “I’m not having this discussion again it’s already set and we’re going next week so look nice for him”

Mackenzie frowned, she was the only daughter in the Young family but not the only child, she hated what she went through with her family and they seemed to put pressure on her and not her brother, Moses Young. It wasn’t fair and she couldn’t stand it. Bitch, she thought and chased after her mom towards the car

“I don’t get why you didn’t pick Moses!”, she yelled. “I don’t get why your so upset about it. He’s nice and handsome…”

“Arranged marriages is what white people do!”, she protested. “I don’t wanna hook up with some white boy!” Her mother grimaced. “I never realized I raised such a closed minded daughter…”

“You just want the money!”, she said. “I never said you had to love him!” “I don’t want to have this talk again, you can’t make me go!”, she glared. Her mother started up the Chrysler Crossfire, looking at the wheel as she said to herself she is so stubborn, either way I don’t care what she wants, She looked at her daughter’s stone shocked face. “I…”, Mackenzie looked away for a moment, She’s going to make me late bringing up some bull, she can through a damn tantrum for all I care.

Mackenzie bit her lip, as her started started backing out the drive way, what hurt the most is that her mother knew she could her thoughts loud and clear. She often wondering was she like that all the time before they got the jewels. She took hold on her necklace in which the jewel hung from. An orange tone with an eye in the middle, sometimes she thought it blinked sometimes.

The cookout was going fine until that man came through. They decided to split the jewels, she would rather return hers, it wasn’t serving her any good.

She stood there in the drive way for a moment, gasping her jewel and thinking about things she wanted to act on but was afraid of the consequences that would or could happened.

Her brother saw her from the window, he was wondering why she was gasping her necklace so tightly. He picked up his phone having had received a text from Dominic Riley, he read the text and replied quickly then put the phone away. Moses wasn’t bothered by certain things unless it affected him in ways like his life was threatened, which would almost explained as why he had the immune response. His sister couldn’t read his mind, the families powers didn’t affect him and he seemed to be content with the way things were. He received a text again and checked his phone.

“Do you have a gun?”, the text read. Dominic always was a proper one, he never made shortcuts. Never ‘U’, he always used ‘YOU’, he replied. “What kind of gun you need?” Dominic replied intently. “The kind that murders my brother”

He chuckled at the text. “What did he do now?”, he sent. “Bitch is so damn rude, he ate all the cookies :(”

Just as he replied his father walked in the room. A cut across his cheek and rather uneven crew cut. “Moses!”


“Where your mother?”, he said in his well visable accent. “Did she go to work?”, he said. Micah leaned in the door. “You seen my gun?” “No sir”, in reality, Moses never say no sir or yes sir in his life but things happened when Micah got angry and Monica couldn’t always hold him down. Moses had no real life for his father nor did his sister because they both knew the dark secrets that their father was a bigamous. The siblings chose not to say a word to their mother because they were scared…. they wouldn’t want up the next day. “Damn it… she’s always taking my shit as she pleases…”, his amber eyes gave off a shade of red. “You sure you ain’t seen her?”

“No sir…”, he shook his head rapidly. “Where’s your sister?”, he asked, his skin turning from brown to reddish tone. “Outside”, he answered.

Micah shut the door hard enough to shake the glass window. Moses picked up the phone and texted Dominic. “I think my dad is insane”, he texted and received an instant reply. “Can we trade? Mine won’t come home…”

Mackenzie was sitting on the steps when her dad grabbed her by the arm from behind. “Where’s your mother!?”

“I… I don’t know…”, she stammered. She stared at his red eyes full of anger, he was holding her tight and she couldn’t fell the circulation in her arm. “Daddy you’re hurting me…”, she told him. “Let me go…”

He did as he was asks and pushed her roughly back in the house. Moses rushed down stairs after seeing his sister being handled roughly. Micah’s fingers ripped the garage door away and grabbed his bently by the bumper and dragged it out the garage. The siblings could only watch as their father was completely furious, “Moses!”, he commanded. “Get… me…. my keys”

Moses was hesitating, the first thing that came to mind was his mother; he was so scared as to want his father could possibly do to here. He hoped she wasn’t doing nothing really stupid to make him even angrier than he was. “BOY!”, his father yelled at him making him jump in freight. Moses quickly went into the house and snatched the keys off the living room table. He went back out and rushed to hand the keys over.

His hand was shaking and as his father jerked the keys from his hold, his lips quivered as he said, “please…. don’t hurt her”

Micah wasn’t in his right mind to hear the boy and pulled on the door to the car so hard he intentionally removed the whole door but got in the car anyway.

Please don’t hurt her, he had said that a lot in his life because he was afraid. The first time it happened, he had to had been five years old. It was the middle of the night, they didn’t have a big house and where damn near poor. They had an apartment instead, Moses and Mackenzie shared a bed or sometimes he slept on floor beng too tired from school to make it to the bed. He heard arguing outside the room and his sister was wake, he turned over and asked was she sleep, she said with tears in he eyes that he couldn’t see. “Daddy I gonna kill her…”

He jumped out of bed, and went o the kitchen; sometimes that was as far as his mind went, he couldn’t remember what was said. He remembered his mother on the ground lips bleeding, hair a mess and his father striking her. He could have sworn he recalled his mother reaching for him….

Micah has always been an angry individual, the jewels they wore around their necks came who they were. Micah was rage, respecting the anger in the man.

Killing Innocence

You should read “Killing Innocence” on Wattpad.

Killing Innocence

You should read “Killing Innocence” on Wattpad.


I’m studying schizophrenia now…