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creatrackers · 2 months
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Thank you so much for playing @creatrackers for the requests! Here are some snippet from pages 4, 10, and 25 of Liminal Bird-Dogs :)
Page 4:
ANSWERING MACHINE: Two new messages. August 19th, 9:27 a.m. CYNTHIA (over phone): Hi, my name is Cynthia Rebling. I’m calling about an incident in the woods, regarding cult activity and sacra– CAL (interrupting, ending message): Ignore...
Page 10: The two look at each other, trying not to laugh. CAL: We're awful. MARY-ELLA: Hey! No one died. We can laugh until someone is dead. CAL: Dead? Not hurt? MARY-ELLA: Hm… Depends on how hurt.
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WINNIE: Is it safe to assume you've done this kind of thing before? Lab work with animals?
Want to play? DM/send an ask to my inbox of a number from 1-40! I’ll post a snippet from that page of my Liminal Bird-Dogs screenplay :)
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creatrackers · 2 months
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First chapter revised and wordcount almost doubled.
Chapters moved to draft 2: 1/22
We're doing this.
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4, 10, 25 :)
Let's play a game!!
Comment/reblog/send an inbox ask with a number from 1-40 and I'll share a snippet of a scene from that page of Liminal Bird-Dogs! In celebration of hitting 40 pages and just under 8000 words of my screenplay :)
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"Keep your head in the clouds and your hands on the keyboard." Marissa Meyer
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Here's a question for all you writers out there; which of your protags would make for the best president, and which should be kept away from political office at all costs?
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There is a graveyard with a big broken sign, telling you it’s called The Past. There is always someone walking around. Often enough that person is also someone who sleeps six feet under. They walk past, reading the tombstone with their own name on it. Some from twenty years ago, some erected mere seconds ago. They mourn the past. The past mourns them. The body and the spirit stare at each other and can’t let go of the other’s hands. This is what remembering is, This is what it is to have been alive.
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creatrackers · 2 months
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A little of what I wrote today
I've been on a roll lately, here's a little of what I've written!
“Ring it.” A new voice chimed in, warm like apple cider on a crisp winter day. It played along with the other voice, like a harmonic chorus. Would voices just keep taunting her until she rang it? She couldn’t move to run away, it was like roots had began growing out from her feet, locking her in place.  Here is where she would die, where she would stand until her body withered, until her cells munched on every bit of sugar left within her, then moving to the fat, then through her muscles until she remained a skeletal husk of what she once was. Her hair would grow greasy, her mouth would grow dry and the damp moss at her feet would grow up her boots. If she rang that bell and from it dark power erupted, she would have no time for escape before it enveloped her. If it rang and a devil like creature emerged from the tree, she might be able to run, she might be able to get away. She was quick and agile. But she wasn’t the only one on the island. Sabreal was strong, Sabreal was powerful. Her silver rank was earned all on her own. But Evenore knew Sabreal, she knew she would hesitate.
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allowing my first draft to suck is harder then i thought
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creatrackers · 2 months
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Hey guyssss I feel like I should explain why I barely post anymore?? To put it simply: I haven’t been writing!
Creatrackers will always be a huge part of my life and I’m definitely not done with it (I mean… I’ve already written the first book and started the second and third! It’s still very much a thing) but I don’t have the mental capacity to work on it at the moment. Maybe this summer? School has been a lot and I’ve been going through some personal stuff and issues with my family and all that fun shit haha. So, yeah! I try and come on here every once in a while because I love this community and I love you all and your work! Hope you’re all doing well <3
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creatrackers · 2 months
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What do you mean you wanna see a daytime aurora borealis ?
I'm longing for a place that doesn't exist
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Tysm for the tag @creatrackers ! :) sorry this is so late! I feel like everyone has done this by now…… open tag?
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tag the oc who's pretending to be gay to dodge the draft
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tag the oc who stays silly :3
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Hands + plants again~ 
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Please reblog, don’t repost, thank you! <3
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dappling sun rays, smirking
like a false hope, by the riverside.
My withering heart, cannot take
this painful pang of irony, gleaming
Hope is such a stupid cupid
shooting arrows, carelessly by the side
to the unnecessary limits.
To make, the empty theatric halls
my heart sighs echoing its satinwood floors.
So many words I hope for, so many
stories to unfolded by my arms and smiles,
so many aspirations for racy reality to fulfil my theatrical heart.
But none rush into my hands leaving them empty and barren with
hope's stupid cupid arrows.
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