notnavi

[notnavi]

Not a good story.

CHAPTER 5: BEEN A LONG TIME.

 Hello, been a long time, well it’s not like YOU have waited a long time for this, yeah I’m speaking to you, future viewer of my work of art, while I’m writing this nobody knows me, but I know I’ll show this to the world and someone will see this, which would make the title of this chapter kind of useless since you weren’t here while I took this huge break, I don’t really know if it can be called a break since I spent it working and feeling depressed, but you don’t really care about that do you, once this whole pandemic and economic crisis is over it’ll all feel like a walk in the park, and I mean who wouldn’t? Once it’s over and we think about it we put ourselves in our past selve’s shoes, and our present us know there’s an end to that bad thing, but our past us don’t know that and that’s why we’re feeling like we are, even though I can say there will be an ending to this, I cannot say for certain it’ll be worse that right now. I can go on and on about this, for example, when I was 16 and all I wanted was a girlfriend I felt “depressed”, thinking back on it now it feels like I was a huge moron.

 In this chapter I’m not sure what to write, I was supposed to write a comedy this time, because if you haven’t got the idea already, this is supposed to be a search for the perfect story, I’m supposed to try different styles and wonder why none satisfy me, only to come to the conclusion that I only need to finish them and realize this is a good story and it’s because I think it’s one. Well, I guess by saying that I destroyed my whole plot and now it’s not a story anymore but a diary, maybe it’s better for a beginner like me to write a diary instead of a whole story, after all, what’s wrong with a diary? I mean, I really don’t care about someone else’s life, and there’s no excitement in a diary, unless it’s a 16 year old girl’s seeing if the boy she likes will accept her love confession or something. Ok I might also find that absolutely boring, which brings me to this new challenge of trying to make a diary but also interesting to the common folk to read, so let’s see what would make me read someone else’s diary.

1: They would be a famous person: This is the only reason I could come up writing that whole thing back there, thankfully I came with another one, but for now let’s focus on this one; I would only read someone else’s diary if they were famous, meaning I’d like to know how they came to this fame, unless the diary is from a certain dictator we all know and mark as the worst even though there’s one that’s worse and one that’s present in today’s day and age making people suffer. Getting back on topic I’d need to be famous in order for other people to want to read this, I’m not famous though, which brings me great disdain, primarily because I’m not one, secondly because people won’t read my writing.

2: It wouldn’t feel like a diary: Have you seen those tumblr screenshots about funny things in a book, and people who have nothing in common with books say stuff like; “haha funny”? Well I kind of need that to happen in order to make my writting more famous, so yeah, if by some reason you’re reading this then please do your magic.

 Anyways those two things are the only ones I could come up with, I’m pretty tired too so maybe it contributes to that, I’ve been watching a lot of mushroom videos and how to grow them, I’m incredibly money hungry, so if all things go well I might make a living off of mushrooms and I’ll have more time to write stuff that will die of irrelevancy, that’s it for this dissapointing chapter, see you!

#writing #writter #writter problems #writters on tumblr #writtersblock #writterscommunity #writtingcommunity #irrelevancy #story #diary #online diary #help

[notnavi]

Not a good story

CHAPTER 4: THE PROCRASTINATION.

 What can I say, how many days has it been since I’ve written? 3? 4? Thing is I’m  a useless person at maintaining stuff, however you wanna know what I’m good at? Returning to them, I always return, when it seems to have been forgotten, I, always, return. A few months ago I began watching breaking bad, good stuff, until it got incredibly boring, I was told it was the very best and nothing could top it, well guess what, boring as hell, until just recently I began watching it again, man the fly episode is absolute art, I wish I could write something as meaningfull as that episode, I felt like I was reading a book, a good one, and that’s why I’m here, I remembered I’m a procrastinating connoiseur and that I hate it, so that’s why I’m here, with my cup of fake milk and my phone reproducing music that supposedly makes me feel like the main character. Two things: 1. It doesn’t make me feel like the main character, good music though. 2. Seems kinda fitting for what I’m trying to archieve here.

 You might be wondering what happened to the previous story, the one with Me and “LA CREATURA” (Yup, had that joke prepared for it). Well, I ditched it, it’s completely forgotten in the ways of time and all it takes with it. I’m gonna make a new story, an actual good one, the previous one was a copy of another story, and also the reborn of a story I once wrote but never got to finish it, actually, they ended pretty much in the same place, huh, anyways this story will be a bit more realistic, I was just about to explain to you what it was gonna be about but you better check for yourself. (Vince gilligan if you’re watching this please praise me).

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 Yeah I have no story, I’m actually chuckling a little at the stupidity I just did, but worry not, I’ll just grab a concept and I will expand on it.

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  The sun is just rising, birds chirp, or whatever sound pidgeons make,  and some cars can be heard, it’s about 20°c outside. An apartment building can be seen, it’s grey and has some cracks, however it’s not somewhere incredibly dangerous, and there aren’t junkies inside, well, maybe some, they just happened to live up the main character’s apartment in which he’s understandably woken up with the beautiful melodies emanating from his roof, consisting of moans and some high quality music, our main character sits on the side of his bed, seeing his alarm clock it says 6:25 am, well, having some noisy neighbours might not be as bad as they say afterall, waking up early is a priviledge not many have. However this sunshine of a person dislikes the idea of being woken up so early, after all they tend to begin after another noise begins emitting noises, what an ungratefull bastard.

 Navi: Why don’t you get an overdose already.

 Exclaimed the rising king from his throne. He heads to the bathroom in a wobbly way to take the first leak of the day. Navi tranverses his apartment which consists of the oldest, cheapest, or even free dumpster furniture you can imagine, there’s some pieces of wood missing on some of them, they’re dusty and dirty except for some places where stuff tends to end up frequently, like a plate, a cup of water, keys, navi’s life (see what I did there). The floor is also dirty, with black stuff laying around and maybe one or two deadly viruses. In the bathroom a particular sound can be heard from the toilet, yeah, it’s liquid falling into other liquid, you’re a great guesser aren’t you. Navi looks up while doing the deed, still hearing what he heard for the past few years, non stop. After doing so he heads to the dinning room, where he sits for a few minutes, looking at his hands, and sometimes, glancing through the window. There isn’t anything interesting as always, just some cars, some birds flying by, some pedestrians pedestriying. Navi then says to himself.

 Navi in a slow and monotone voice: Why can’t a zombie apocalypse happen already. Why can’t anything interesting happen. Why can’t something great for me happen, maybe a billboard saying some company wants to hire me to do something easy for half a million dollars, maybe my powers could awaken and I could save the world, god even a girl asking me out is fine by me, why is life so difficult, why was I born in this country, why was I born in this time period, why can’t I reset my life and be born in a rich family, I would never run out of money, I would be a famous person, I would become rich by my own means too, I would’nt know what lack of motivation is, I wouldn’t feel bad for my parents, I would’ve had a good life, but no, life had to be unfair, I had to be stuck in my situation with no way of getting out.

 Navi saying while tearing up, I’m still fat, I’m still cashless, I’m still unloved, why? It’s nobody’s fault, it’s all mine, I’m the piece of ####, but anything I ever did never worked, I have nothing good going for me, nothing helps, nothing gets better, it only stays the same and slowly gets worse, my parents must be so dissapointed in me, they must knew from an early age that I would end here, that I would never be anybody in life.

 Navi begins throwing insults at everyone for a bit, but then all of those insults redirect to himself, he spends a good chunk of time degrading himself while hard bass is heard from the roof, until he becomes entirely silent. With tears still freshly running down his cheek he looks at a blank point for a few minutes, after those few minutes he looks at the door leading to his bedroom, Navi slowly stands up and turtle step by turtle step heads back inside his bedroom, then goes to the wardrobe and grabs a tie. He then makes it into a knot and wraps it around his neck, after that he ties in in the joist on the roof while standing on his bed, ready to take a leap of faith, he begind crying uncontrollably, face turning red and hands to in the mouth the puts one of his feet towards the other where there was no more bed. Suddently, his alarm clock rang, he stumbled a bit and almost fell out of the bed, realizing what he’s done he gets down, turns off the alarm clock and gets dressed up, Navi grabs his keys and heards out the door locking it behind.

#story #beginner #dream #famous #writter #writter problems #please I wanna be famous #depression #loveyou

[notnavi]

Not a good story

 CHAPTER 3: ORIGINALITY? NOT HERE.

 Welcome back! my only follower that’s a pigment of my imagination! today’s story will be NOT about me, because I thought for a second about this whole thing and I came to the conclusion that this is not a story, but a diary, the place you leave your worst fears, your most beloved crushes, and that time you did something emba- Nah that’s too overused. SO the story will be something kinda like dante’s inferno, FYI I’ve never read dante’s inferno, but I think it’s about a dude going to hell and another dude helps the first dude in it’s way throught hell, and at the end it’s something about him or his personality or something. Well here goes nothing:

 Navi wakes up in a dar-

 I just had to put myself in the story, sorry, resuming.

 Navi wakes up in a dark place, feeling the cold, smooth ground which was supposed to be his bed.

-Navi: What? What? 

 Navi touches his eyes to confirm they’re open, followed by him standing up panicked thinking he was kidnapped to have his precious organs sold, especially his liver that went through more abuse than the Fallout series. He half a second later begins taking slow steps with his hands up to not knock over something that could alert his kidnapper of the previously gained awareness of his current situation. After 3 hours that were actually compressed into 1 minute by the “mind in a panicked state machine” a blue light began to form behind him, the previously black ground continued to be black but with a slight hint of blue light, Navi noticing this turned around so hard he almost lost the ability of turning around ever again from a snapped spine. What he saw was pretty comprehensible really, IT looked like a drawing made by an 11 year old trying to draw something edgy and saying it was his inner demon. To give further explanation it was a black mound with blue fires around it and a moose’s skull on the top of it’s “head”.

-Navi: What the hell...

 Navi began to wonder what kind of psycho would kidnap and keep him in a basement with halloween decorations, however this wondering began to fade when the lights became brighter and no walls were to be seen, even if it was the biggest place of the earth, a hint of WALL would be seen, however, it was not, and thus Navi began to panic again like the panicked little panicbag he was.

-Navi: What the hell is going on, where am I?

 Navi screamed at the top of his very healthy lungs, when suddently a voice emanated from the weird creature.

-Creature: You are dead.

 Says in a deep and calming voice, Navi, even though he’s having a bit of a relief hearing a voice, still hasn’t calmed down.

-Navi: Who’s at the speaker? Who are you?

 The idiot thought the creature was some sort of animatronic with a speaker and someone, somewhere else, speaking through it.

-Creature: What “speaker” are you speaking of?

-Navi: You think this is funny? Wait until my roommate finds out I’m gone, the police will be informed and they’ll get your rear.

-Creature: I’m not very knowledgeable about the human world, but, aren’t humans supposed to call an “ambulance” in your status?

-Navi: What status are you talking about?

-Creature: The deceased one of course.

-Navi: Alright, are you here to collect my organs? I’ll give you the ones I can give you without dying and I won’t call the police I promise, please, nobody will know they’re gone, I’ll put up an excuse if so, plea-

 Navi gets interrupted

-Creature: I have no interest in your organs, even less if you don’t have them anymore, becuse as I previously stated, you are dead.

-Navi: What...

-Creature: I’m afraid I still haven’t responded to your second question;

The creature “lights up” the flames and says in an echoing voice.

-Creature: I am your guide, you have done ill in the past and I’ll show you how to transverse these universes representing your ill.

 It says as orbs with landscapes of different colours inside of them appear, Navi looks in awe at what was going on.

 Yay end of the third chapter...

#Story #Fiction #writer #humor #humoristic #Fictional story #Please I wanna be famous #famous #shameless famous tag to be famous

[notnavi]

Not a good story

CHAPTER 2: THE STORY...?

 yEAH, as I mentioned I don’t even know what the story will be about, I have no story, but as positive people say: focus on the solution, so I’ll do just that, the solution is: get creative!.

 I’m not creative, but when you say “LET’S GET CREATIVE” your creativeness rates destroy the cealing and rises through the stars into god’s bathroom and up his OTHER CEALING (what were you thinking you dirty you), so yeah, let’s get creative...? Welp the story goes something a little like this:

 It was a dark night when the event happened, Mary Joseph was found with a knife through her gu-

 Sorry I hate stories like those, not because they’re bad or I cannot bear the countless information put into them to make the readers feel intelligent, I just hate thinking about ALL THE WORK PUT INTO IT, honestly I’m not here to make some incredibly built story what will probably make it into the cinemas with adam sandler as the protag, I’m here to share a little story, improove you know, build a fan base, make better stories, and one day when it pays off and donations roll in I’ll buy a drawing pad and begin NOT drawing because I get bored easily and I’m a procrastinating expert, however I will improove somehow, maybe I’ll bring better stories? maybe I’ll hire someone to draw them? who knows? live in the present god dammit, that’s what everyone says but the present sucks as much as my past and what I think my future will be. The previous statement might not be as true, now that writing this, it makes me feel like my future has some sort of worth, maybe you’ll love this and say: “Damn that’s so me”, or I’ll make you laugh, or... you’ll hate me and everything I do with my life, don’t worry pally pal pal, comments are open and they’ll always be, insult the consumed food out of me, as long as that provides you with some catharsis.

 Well I gotta stop procrastinating, let me think for a second, I’m trying to imagine a story... Who am I kidding, I’m trying to imagine a story to expand this thing and make like it’s not about me, well it’s about me, about me writing, my life, and who I am as a person, so yeah, enjoy the next chapter when it’s out.

#beginner #beginnerstoryteller #story #4thwall #4th wall #bunch of tags so i don't die of irrelevancy #loveyou

[notnavi]

do most people on mobile tumblr know you can hold down the reblog button to fast reblog a post to your blog? you know you can reblog things with one click right? please please reblog things if you enjoy them, lack of exposure is killing content creators on this site 

[notnavi]

Not a good story

 CHAPTER 1: INTRODUCTION.

 So, I tried writing this on word thinking I could somehow transport it here, I mean I can always copy and paste it but where’s the fun in that?

 Anywho this is my first time writing a story, thing is I don’t even know what the story will be about, I could make it about my life but that would be too easy, I say as I’m thinking about making it about me. Well that was weird, describing what I’m thinking of doing like that while I’m fully conscious of what I’ve done feels strange, talking about that, writing sure is lonely, well, at least for me because this is pretty 4th wall breaking, think about it, I’m speaking to you, but while I’m writing this, it’s only me and my phone reproducing music, and now that I’m fully conscious of that I feel even weirder, it’s like when you’re thinking about talking to a family member or a friend or even your psycologist about your day, your grades, or that idea you had in your shower, when suddently, you realize you aren’t actually talking with anybody and it’s you and your little you in your mind both wondering where you went wrong in life. Well that was a mouthfull, or rather a fingerfull, THIS STORY WILL BE BAD IN ALL SENSES, the story will be bad, the characters will be bad, my grammar will be bad, and my punctuation will be bad (Commas everywhere!). The story and the characters will be bad because as I said I’ve never written before (Got‘cha you don’t have a bad memory, I just forgot I’ve never said that), my grammar will be bad because english isn’t my primary language, as for punctuations I have no excuse for that, I’m just dumb, 18 years in vain, now that I’m at it destroying my dignity as a thinking human, I’ve never learned about the table of 7, and if you’re wondering, yes I’ve google translated that and I’m not ashamed of it even if it’s probably not what it’s called. I’m wandering off again. welp enjoy the story, or don’t... as long as I have you loving or hating my parents for making me, I’m happy.

#story #storyteller #pleaseIdon'twanttodieofirrelevancy #Yeah I found out I can put hashtags on the second chapter #this is an edit #loveyou