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THIS IS HOW YOU REMEMBER is a multimedia psychological horror. it’s a story in two mediums: the written word and audio files, recorded directly from subject. 
overarching tws: violence, derealization, swearing, death.
what do you remember about dying? 
where did you feel it most? in your heart? in your head? was it all in your head?
you’re a103, freshly reanimated, and you’ve been placed in the tender hands (hands? something’s not quite right with them) of ninety-four and acheron, this plane’s most beloved (is that sarcasm? you can’t really tell) guides. they need your help. you’re going to save the world. 
problem is, you can’t remember a fucking thing.
playlist / weheartit
tag list: @herondalelucies, @onheil, @ashvayr, @inesnenci, @kiesinger
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hey hi hello writeblrs! i am new to the scene and i would love some writers to follow and be mutuals with! 
i write science fiction and fantasy young adult but I like to read the following: 
science fiction
fantasy
anything queer
mystery 
rom coms
comedy 
so if you post about those genres or write those genres please reblog this post! i made this blog yesterday so it won’t show up in the tags! signal boosting would be very appreciated!
- kate 
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Dolores Sampol, Azenoire, 2016
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Y’all active writeblrs out there, mind rb-ing this post? Dash is dying and could use some new mutuals of y’all are up for it 😉
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Send me 💌 with a confession !
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RATTLESNAKES // CHAPTER ONE EXCERPT (aka the first interaction)
↳ a wip by m.a.m. @obstinateheadstrong
WIP INTRO POST // PLAYLIST
I know I said I was farsighted, but normally the road isn’t bright orange. And normally the road doesn’t have hair that stands straight up on its body. Oh, no. That was a cat.
I was going to be a murderer.
No, I couldn’t. I was not going to jail for first-degree cat slaughter. My hands reacted faster than my brain did as they swerved the wheel to the left. This was it. This was how I was going to die. Saving a cat from its own stupid mistake. Thud. The car jerked to a stop after smashing into something. Please, please, please don’t let it be a cat. Anything but a cat.
I exhaled, a little rattled from the collision. Unlatching the seatbelt, I held back tears. This car was my baby and judging just from the sound, this was not going to be pretty. Just as I opened my car door, the house lights flashed on. Great. There goes my plan of driving away. Okay, just kidding. But, also, not really.
“Are you crazy?” 
“What?” I asked as the voice came closer.
“You just killed that tricycle,” He stepped into view.
No, no, no, please no. We knew each other. Well, sort of. It was more along the lines of I knew him. His name was Ezra Miller and he was in my AP English literature class. Everyone knew him as the class clown and secretly suspected he cheated his way into AP. I was fairly certain he didn’t even know I was in his class, let alone my name. Also, wait. Tricycle? I turned my head, cautiously, to look at what my car plowed into.
“Oh, thank God. It wasn’t a cat,” I breathed.
“A cat? That was almost Strudel?” Ezra asked, tone full of accusation. “Strudel? Where?”
“Strudel is my little sister’s cat,” He said.
“Oh,”
“Is that all you’re going to say? You almost killed my sister’s cat and then you destroyed her tricycle which is going to spark the death of me.” He ranted, “Marie is going to murder me because I was the last one to see her tricycle still alive.”
He’s joking, right? I just got in a car accident and he didn’t even ask if I was okay. Nice to know his mother taught him basic manners. I opened my mouth, “I’m fine thanks for asking.”
“Wait a second. I’ve seen you before.” Ezra’s eyes lit up.
“Yeah, we’re in the same class.”
“Really?”
Of course, he didn’t know. He was too occupied with playing video games in class to memorize the names of his peers. All he ever did was play some knock-off Call of Duty game when we were supposed to be note-taking. It’s a miracle that he didn’t drop out of the class yet, seeing how brutal AP is. I sighed, “Yeah.”
“Oh, right! You’re Tammy from biology,” He said.
“What? There’s not even a Tammy in our grade!”
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The Orange - Wendy Cope
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YOU DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO REACT TO BEING SEEN
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this or that: writer edition
reblog this with your answers in the tags!
digital or hard copy? morning writing or evening writing? plotter or pantser? tea or coffee as fuel? pinterest or picrew? drafting or editing? platonic or romantic relationships? linear or scattered?
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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒚𝒎𝒆𝒏! assorted playlists.
⤷ 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌. * sam. * jack. * misirhart.
whoa - uh - oh baby / i never felt this way before / i guess it's because / 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕!
𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕!
⤷ @reveriecs @montevena @vandorens @marie-writess @fogtown @transboywriting
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(tw blood) another excerpt of wintersong. 
you can find the intro page for it here, and my general tag here. 
if you want to be added to a tag list, reply to this post!
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cocaine, a car wreck, and an apple pie recipe. 
a modern retelling of sophocles’ ajax, wintersong is 18-year-old and terribly wayward hollis knox’s aching love letter to all the good in the world: grocery store aisles’ uneven green-and-white flecked tiles, shared secrets behind calloused hands, and little brothers’ sunday morning swim meets. all the good that atrophies too fast. 
goal words: 50,000
current words: 21,000
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here’s an excerpt from the first chapter:
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let me know what you think!
p.s. i follow from studylikeathena. 
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you can find my intro page for wintersong here. you can also go to my manuscript tag (link in bio) and find all the character/general tags. :)
writeblr introduction!
about me
li/lou whatever nickname is fine
i’m also @studylikeathena (i follow from there)
about my writing
i’ve previously written a novel. i will not be posting about it here
what i will be posting is my current wip novel, wintersong
i like first person and unreliable narrators and summer nostalgia
i used to write it’s always sunny in philadelphia fanfiction and if you’ve read it i’m sorry
what i’ll post
excerpts from wintersong
inspiration pictures/text for the novel
please rb if you’re a writeblr! i really want to get involved in the community :)
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– e.d.c. // 2019
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Welcome to Writeblr’s Camp Nano!
As Camp NaNoWriMo is coming up soon (April!), I wanted to start a server full of others who are competing to keep track and stay focused on their own goals!
what it is
→ a 16+ open discord server for those participating in Camp NaNoWriMo → 7 cabins to participate in inter-cabin challenges for the month → a fun place to discuss wips and make writeblr friends! → coronavirus discussion free (allowed only in 1 restricted channel)
how to join
→ mbf the counselors: @endymions | @hellsigns | @saintsophia | @katabasiss | @onhou | @ophelia-says | @obstinateheadstrong → reblog this! → enter the discord
thank you to everyone who showed interest!
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cocaine, a car wreck, and an apple pie recipe. 
a modern retelling of sophocles’ ajax, wintersong is 18-year-old and terribly wayward hollis knox’s aching love letter to all the good in the world: grocery store aisles’ uneven green-and-white flecked tiles, shared secrets behind calloused hands, and little brothers’ sunday morning swim meets. all the good that atrophies too fast. 
goal words: 50,000
current words: 21,000
weheartit board
here’s an excerpt from the first chapter:
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let me know what you think!
p.s. i follow from studylikeathena. 
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thank you so much! glad to join :)
i'm li, or @epicpoetry (my writeblr is a sideblog; i follow from studylikeathena). one of my favorite quotes is from cloud atlas: "I believe there is another world waiting for us. A better world. And I'll be waiting for you there." a star that represents me is sirius because it's named after one of my favorite greek works, Σείριος, meaning glowing. i just started my writeblr and i'm really looking to make some friends in the community - this family is lovely and i'd be honored to join!
aw im honoured to have you li !!! you’ve been added to the star palace !!! xx make sure to track the tag #starpalacefam if you havent already and dont be afraid to use it to share your wonderful creations and writing with others !!
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