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flowerytale · 2 days
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Dizz Tate, from Brutes
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mother-lee · 3 days
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almost heaven
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lazodiac · 3 days
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Hello I'm LaZodiac, or Aya McHugh, author of the modern fantasy action/romance (with a bit of horror~) novel Initial Sparks, the first in its series!
I also haven't had a job in a year, have only recently covered to functionality post surgeries, and need the good word to be spread around about my work!
So if you like reading stories about girls who punch their problems, swallow their emotional baggage, occasionally burst into flame, and want to kiss girls, give it a shot. Spread it around! Let people know that this exists and it is something they'd want to read!
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katy71561 · 23 hours
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“Can we love without greed? Without wanting to be first?”
- Marie Howe
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andromedanisa · 2 days
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RUANG KOSONG - Tak pernah tinggal..
bagaimana caranya agar aku bisa menjadi salah satu penghuni di hatimu? kau, ingin aku melakukan apa? kau, ingin aku menjadi seperti apa? akan ku lakukan segala cara agar aku bisa menjadi bagian yang tinggal dan menetap selamanya di hatimu.
sejauh ini, selama apapun aku berjalan beriringan denganmu bersama. rupanya aku berjalan sendiri saja. aku tak pernah benar-benar bisa membersamai langkahmu. aku, bahkan tak pernah paham setiap kali apa yang kamu katakan kepadaku.
kau seperti langit untukku, tinggi dan begitu jauh. sementara aku merasa seperti sumur yang bahkan tak pernah berani untuk sekadar menggapaimu. kamu terlalu indah dan sangat tinggi.
katakan kepadaku bagaimana aku bisa menuju kepadamu. apakah aku harus terus berjalan beriringan bersamamu? atau aku cukup diam ditempatku saja dan hanya melihatmu bersinar tanpa melakukan apapun upaya. kau, ingin aku melakukan apa? perlukah aku berlari sampai dekat tenagaku? atau aku cukup berjalan saja agar semuanya tetap ditempatnya?
mengapa aku merasa berada di ruang kosong ya. aku merasa jatuh cinta sendiri, berupaya sendiri, melakukan yang terbaik sendiri, dan kesepian sendiri. kau seperti sedang menghukumku dengan dalih menjagaku dengan baik. kau membiarkanku sendiri, tanpa bertanya kabarku, bertanya aku ingin apa, bertanya aku mau apa, bertanya kesibukkanku apa saja. kau membiarkanku sendiri, hingga aku merasa sesak sekali.
lalu aku harus bagaimana agar kau melihatku kembali? aku begitu bersedih sebegitu menyakitkan kala ku temukan aku tak menjadi salah satu prioritas untukmu. aku yang seharusnya menjadi orang pertama yang kau bela dan lindungi, rupanya aku menemukanmu memperlakukanku seperti orang lain. apakah ini hukuman untukku? maka katakan padaku.
ruang kosong itu bernama kesepian. ruang kosong itu tak pernah kau tinggali. aku marah, sedih dan tersenyum sendiri. sebegitu bertanya ya kesepian itu. namun kau terus saja mengabaikanku.
ruang kosong itu rupanya kau tak pernah tinggal. dan ku lihat kau menangis menyesali kepergianku yang meninggalkanmu selama-lamanya. haruskah aku juga menangis?
Allaah, tolong aku. tolong jangan uji aku dengan sepi. sedari kecil aku membenci sendirian, sedari kecil aku tak pernah suka dengan sepi. maka Allaah, tolong. jangan uji aku dengan rasa sepi. aku tak menyukainya, aku melalui hari-hatiku dengan kedua kelopak mata yang lelah.
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"If I am the chief of sinners, I am the chief of sufferers also."
— Dr. Jekyll, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson
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agirlandherquill · 2 days
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the woes of water
Weightless. An epiphany floating within the lonely swathes of darkness. She was  lost. A wanderer. A traveller. A balancer, teetering on the line of life and death. She existed and she didn’t, all at the same time. Edeva was nothing. Edeva was free. Is this it? Is this the moment freedom is truly mine? Freedom was exquisite, it was addictive, after a life of losing this was what it meant to win, to have her freedom. The realisation sunk its claws into her mind until it hurt and the pain struck deep. It woke something in her. Her freedom shattered. Her eyes had been ripped wide open, rousing her to an unwelcome reality in which the life was being torn from her body. Her ribs were being crushed by water. Her limbs were rigid, lifeless. Edeva was not free. She was not a wandering dream. This exquisite feeling- This is dying.  Edeva needed to breathe. She had to breathe. She had to fight for her life. Edeva did not want to become a lost soul in these currents, a body never to be recovered. That would be her mark in history. She was ice itself. The current grew harsher and she felt the trickling of sensation spread through her fingers. They twitched. Her limbs began to rebel against the current, straining, fighting, thrashing until the pressure on her chest weakened, but she was weak, she had little fight left. She would drown. Edeva was blind, the water was dark, too dark for her to see. Her heart pounded in her ears. She was in pain. She was terrified. She was… Empty. I’m missing something. I’m about to die but I know I’m missing something. The thought ricocheted in her chest, hurting her heart. Not just something, someone. Fenley.  He had to have been ripped away by the current when they hit the water. Edeva wanted to scream. I can’t lose him too. I’ve lost enough.  Fighting the current was useless. It only dragged her down more. It suffocated her, it crushed her chest, and at long last, she was forced to take a breath. Her lips parted and water rushed into her chest. Her panic disappeared. It was calm. It was nice. Until the darkness crept in. This was her end. The darkness won after all. Then a hand breached the surface, wrapped around her arm and heaved her from the current. Edeva managed to hang on long enough to see the look on a face she found so familiar, so sudden, so shocking, that she didn’t mind it at all. Fenley had found her, she hadn’t lost him. Only herself. The darkness swallowed her whole, but along with it came a whisper, a whisper that caressed her soul in its final moments. “I will not let go. Will never let go. I am here, and you are with me.”
~ Ruin's Reprisal, Chapter Eighteen
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catfayssoux · 25 days
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WHO NEEDS MIDDLE BITS WHEN YOU CAN HAVE ✨ 𝒔 𝒄 𝒆 𝒏 𝒆 𝒔 ✨
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flowerytale · 7 months
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Jenny Hval, from Girls Against God
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theoptia · 11 months
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Marguerite Duras, from The Lover
Text ID: to devour and be devoured,
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2manypdfs · 1 year
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opening paragraphs of all time
The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson
We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson
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Why Writers Don't Finish Writing Their Stories, and How to Fix It
Hello fellow writers and storytellers,
The journey of writing a story is an exhilarating adventure, but it's not without its share of obstacles. Many of us have embarked on a creative endeavor, only to find ourselves mired in the struggle to finish what we started. In this blog post, I'll unravel the common reasons why writers don't finish their stories and explore practical strategies to overcome these hurdles and reignite the flame of creativity.
The Perils of Unfinished Stories
As writers, we often find ourselves in the throes of unfinished tales, grappling with the intricate web of characters, plots, and themes. There are several reasons why the ink dries up and the story remains untold. Let's shine a light on the familiar adversaries that stand between us and the triumphant completion of our narratives:
1. Lack of Planning:
Some of us brazenly dive into our stories without a clear roadmap, resulting in uncertainty about the direction of the plot and the fate of our characters. The lack of a solid plan can lead us astray, leaving our stories wandering in the wilderness of aimlessness.
2. Self-Doubt and Perfectionism:
Ah, the relentless whispers of self-doubt and the siren call of perfectionism! These twin adversaries can cast a shadow over our creative vision, compelling us to endlessly revise and perfect the early chapters, trapping us in a whirlpool of perpetual edits.
3. Time Management:
Balancing the demands of daily life with the ardor of writing can be akin to walking a tightrope. The struggle to find consistent time for our craft often leaves our stories languishing in prolonged periods of inactivity, longing for the touch of our pen.
4. Writer's Block:
The mighty barrier that even the most intrepid writers encounter. Writer's block can be an insurmountable mountain, leaving us stranded in the valleys of creative drought, unable to breathe life into new ideas and narratives.
5. Lack of Motivation:
The flame that once burned brightly can flicker and wane over time, leaving us adrift in the murky waters of disillusionment. The initial excitement for our stories diminishes, making it arduous to stay committed to the crafting process.
6. Fear of Failure or Success:
The twin specters that haunt many writers' dreams. The apprehension of rejection and the unsettling prospect of life-altering success can tether us to the shores of hesitation, preventing us from reaching the shores of completion.
7. Criticism and Feedback Anxiety:
The looming dread of judgment casts a long shadow over our creative endeavors. The mere thought of receiving criticism or feedback, whether from peers or potential readers, can cast a cloud over our storytelling pursuits.
8. Plotting Challenges:
Crafting a cohesive and engaging plot is akin to navigating a labyrinth without a map. Faced with hurdles in connecting story elements, we may find ourselves lost in a maze of plot holes and unresolved threads.
9. Character Development Struggles:
Breathing life into multi-dimensional, relatable characters is a complex art. The intricate process of character development can become a quagmire, ensnaring us in the challenge of creating personas that drive the story forward. (Part one of Character Development Series)
10. Life Events and Distractions:
Unexpected events in our personal lives can cast ripples on our writing routines, interrupting the flow of our creativity and causing a loss of momentum.
Rallying Against the Odds: Strategies for Success
Now that we've confronted the adversaries that threaten to stall our storytelling odysseys, let's arm ourselves with strategies to conquer these barriers and reignite the flames of our creativity.
Embrace the Power of Planning:
A clear roadmap illuminates the path ahead. Arm yourself with outlines, character sketches, and plot maps to pave the way for your story's journey.
Vanquish Self-Doubt with Action:
Silence the voices of doubt with the power of progress. Embrace the imperfect beauty of your early drafts, knowing that every word brings you closer to the finish line.
Mastering the Art of Time:
Carve out sacred writing time in your schedule. Whether it’s ten minutes or two hours, every moment dedicated to your craft is a step forward.
Conquering Writer's Block:
Embrace the freedom of imperfection. Write, even if the words feel like scattered puzzle pieces. The act of writing can unravel the most stubborn knots of writer's block.
Reigniting the Flame of Motivation:
Seek inspiration in the wonders of the world. Reconnect with the heart of your story, rediscovering the passion that set your creative spirit ablaze.
Reshaping Fear into Fuel:
Embrace the uncertainty as an integral part of the creative journey. Embrace the lessons within rejection and prepare for the winds of change that success may bring.
Navigating the Realm of Criticism:
Embrace feedback as a catalyst for growth. Constructive criticism is a powerful ally, shaping your story into a work of art that resonates with readers.
Weaving the Threads of Plot:
Connect the dots with fresh eyes. Step back and survey the tapestry of your plot, seeking innovative solutions to bridge the gaps and untangle the knots.
Breathing Life into Characters:
Engage with your characters as if they were old friends. Dive into their depths, unraveling their quirks, fears, and dreams, and watch as they breathe life into your story.
Navigating Life's Tempests:
Embrace the ebb and flow of life. Every pause in your writing journey is a chance to gather new experiences and perspectives, enriching your storytelling tapestry.
The Ever-Resting Pen: Harnessing the Power Within
Fellow writers, the journey of completing a story is filled with peaks and valleys, each offering us the opportunity to sharpen our resolve and unleash our creative potential. As we stand at the crossroads, staring at the canvas of unfinished tales, let's rally against the odds, armed with the power of purpose, passion, and perseverance.
Let the ink flow once more, breathing life into tales left untold, and watch as your stories triumphantly reach their long-awaited conclusion. You possess the power to conquer the adversaries that stand in your way, and within you lies the essence of untold narratives waiting to unfurl onto the page.
Here's to the journey that lies ahead, the stories waiting to be written, and the unyielding spirit of creativity that thrives within each of us.
Warm regards and unwavering encouragement, Ren T.
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nakajimeow · 10 months
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my fave romance prompts
back hugs
forehead to forehead
never yells
KISSING IN THE RAIN
neck kisses
kisses ur scars
*holds your waist all the time*
LOTS OF SEXUAL TENSION
waking up to them cooking breakfast for you
"my love"
would take a bullet/arrow for you (will voluntarily use their body as shield)
trains you hand to hand combat/self defense
eye contact w/ sexual tension
takes you to their favorite secret place/spot (and they have never shown it to anyone before aside from u)
*towers over u*
borrowing their clothes !!
sexual tension to the point where u see their hormones coming out
plays with ur hair / massages ur head until u fall asleep
kissing ur hand
them being the one to put on the necklace they gave u
leans in for a small kiss, pulls away, and then turning into a full blown make out session
*will carry you if you're injured*
SHARING ONE BED
subtle touches w/ sexual tension
comforts you with your night terrors/nightmares
takes care of u if have fever/sickness
confesses their love while you're asleep
"let's fix this"
did i mention sexual tension?
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