#amature writing

[soyhasmcaamp]

"people say that there's always a light at the end of the tunnel, but my tunnel just seems endless. No light, no way out, no future. But I've got you. You, my flikering flame of hope, my light in a tunnel as dark as the Abbys, my chance to still, maybe, have a bright future. I'll carry you through this tunnel no matter how long. I'll carry you on my back for eternity while wandering through an endless, hopeless road."

~me, really fucking sad and eepy. Thought up just now with my bf in mind.

I am no writer I know but this is my blog and I can post what I want :)

#i dont fucking know #writing #? #amature writing #ig??? idk #i dont really want to call this writing but its pretty much just that. #its fucking 12pm i shpuld be sleeping but oh well

[mimikyuchu030]

[ A Dream. ]

tw(s)/cw(s): References to PTSD, Death, Blood, light gore, Implied use of (prescription) drugs

A dream. The same dream again. A dining room, a large, extravagant one with velvet tablecloth and intricate mahogany legs. At one end sat a old woman, perhaps in her 70s, her hair various shades of gray from strands with an aluminum sheen to them to ghostly white matte patches all thrown into a tight bun that sat proud atop her head. At the other end of the table sat a young boy, maybe 8 or 9 with long, luscious blonde hair tied into a ponytail with a black ribbon. On the table next to the boys half eaten meal sat an open pokeball, facing a seat that a Mimikyu sat in. It was quiet. It was peaceful. The boy smiles. The woman stares blankly ahead. As the boy blinks the world fades momentarily, as the world is seen again, it has been flipped on its head. The tablecloth torn off the table leaving dishes smashed and strewn about the floor, the designs on the legs of the table seemed to be nothing but the old woman's face. A figure, indistinguishable, ever shifting forms, only recognizable as being humanoid in nature held a knife to the woman, digging it into her neck drawing the slightest bit of blood, blood that slid down her wrinkled neck as she smiled at the boy across from her, telling him not to worry as the figure shouted words that couldn't quite be made out. Tears fell from the boys eyes as he screamed and pleaded with the figure for a moment it seemed like it worked, as the being removed the knife from where it was placed firmly against the old woman's throat, but alas, good things cannot happen to this boy, for what is life without suffering. The knife sinks into the old woman's eye and she shreiks as it twists, the figure pulls it out roughly only to stab the woman's neck, killing her almost instantly, the knife is retracted again and thrown at the boy. The mimikyu that sat adjacent to the boy used a large claw to block the boy from harm. All is obscured as the cries of the Mimikyu become louder.

Wyrm awakens with a jolt, sitting upright in his bed, chest heaving and eyes wide. He blinks a few times, taking a moment to steady his breathing as he reaches into his nightstand drawer to grab an orange pill bottle.

#offscreen post #rotomblr #pkmn irl #Oops! All angst! #Drabble #angst #amature writing #poor writing #Grammarly can suck my fat nuts. I'm still not using it.

[ohhiitsradcat]

the emptiness echoes

a mournful lament of

discontent for a life

full of wonder lost

on a journey to find

the meaning of

love and happiness

-Cassandra Coxon

#poem #poems on tumblr #writers on tumblr #spilled thoughts #writing #poetry #poets on tumblr #sad poem #original poem #short poem #poems and poetry #amatuer poet #amature poetry #emotional poetry #poems #poetblr #spilled words #spilled writing #spilled poetry #spilled ink #writers and poets #writing community #poetic #original #itsradcat

[crawlingtowardthatdeathchamber]

I think your heart was too small for your body. It fell out when you spoke.

#literature #spilled ink #girlblogging #poetry #amature poetry #love poems #poem #quotes #love quotes #poems and quotes #dark acadamia quotes #reading #writing

[kenobihater]

you ever write up a combination of words you're really proud of at the time bc you think it's vivid but it's actually so atrocious that you remember it eight years later bc it's burned itself into your long-term memory? just me?

#i'm literally laughing my entire ass off rn. i can't believe i found this fic i wrote at 15 and orphaned when i came to my senses abt both #my complete inability and total aversion to writing first person as well as the fact that the english language should never have been #subjected to its words being done dirty like this 😭 #also i straight up fucking LIED in the authors note??? i said i'd broken my knee as a kid which is categorically false. i fell down some #stairs and banged it up and it's a tiny bit weak ig but i didn't break it? all any teens born after y2k know is eat hot chip and lie... #still not over the first line... the flip flop bit i remembered but i'd COMPLETELY forgotten 'a shriek seeped out of my throat'. girl. what. #how does a shriek seep exactly? the world may never know... #and the use of 'groped' is also sending me 😭 AND 'crash bash whump thump' girlllll send help holy shit i can't stop coughing & laughing #the rest of the fic isn't quite this bad but it's very purple yet ineloquent and rough. it's a good reminder of how much i've improved and #honestly i'd rather read this utterly amature fic bc it's at least charming in its lack of skill rather than infuriating like some of my #oneshots that are still on my page bc they're more comprehensible but just bad enough to make me cringe. getting mad at this oneshot would #be like getting bad at a kid's stick figure drawing. like. it's just kinda cute to see someone starting out on their creative journey #my old sw oneshots on the other hand are like the awkward growing pains of puberty. you just can't help but wince at the reminder #this is okay to reblog btw bc it's objectively hilarious and i don't mind ppl finding humor in it #len speaks

[pastturnedwriting]

The Glass Child

"Sorry, your brother needs me"

"This is important, maybe another time"

Always told to me, no matter how much I plea

I want your attention, is that a crime?

You act like I'm see through

Like you don't know I'm there

Is that true?

If something happened, would you even care?

What can a do to get your attention?

Maybe a broken arm, a bit of poison?

How I want to spill crimson

Then, I can be the main focus and not a gremlin

But instead, I feel made out of glass

Where no one sees me

Everyone is a pain in the ass

I guess its ment to be

~Soul

#original poem #poems on tumblr #poetry #poem #poets on tumblr #amature poetry #sad poem #my writing #writing #new poets society #sad poetry #tw depressing stuff #tw s3lf harm #thoughts about harm #glass child

[shiviswriting]

I don't write often. Its for the simple and silly reason that I am not sure if I am articulative enough to give life to the stories. But there are days when there is a powerful idea that overpowers the insecurities.

This is one such story, written very instinctually. It's not done, I don't know when it will end, but this, I want this to be a journey of learning to push past through the insecurities and hurdles that those seem Himalayan.

Follow through the journey of self–love, rediscovery and grief of dead relationships. Leave comments, show love and support. Because this is that fandom that would never let one down!

#dramione #hp fanfic #amature writer #ao3 #hermione granger #fanfic #hp fic #writing #insecurity #betrayal #angst #fandom #angst with a happy ending #slow burn #fluff #draco malfoy #draco x hermione #a03 fanfic #a03 writer #read on ao3 #writeblr #writerscommunity #writers on tumblr #creative writing #writers #fan fic writing #fan fic rec #fan fic author #fic writing #my fic

[vb-realmstrider]

"The island has, as we predicted before I set out, proved impossible to approach. Sailing this far north is difficult enough with all the ice burgs and sheets of ice threatening the ship, but there’s a blizzard surrounding the island. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve done lots of sailing in storms and blizzards around the Telrenvi coasts, but this is no natural weather. It must have been conjured back before the fall of Ertssela by a Frost Arcanist of unfathomable power. We know that it’s possible to sail through unharmed though; I personally witnessed a small ship with a strange, unfamiliar symbol on the sails emerge from the blizzard. It appeared to be pulling in nets of fish as it scouted the surrounding area. We attempted to close the distance and try communicating with the strange sailors, but they noticed us and disappeared into the storm before we could get close. I’m not sure, but I think I sensed traces of Void Arcane on that boat as it approached the storm. It’s worth investigating further if you get the opportunity, but my ship can’t stay out here any longer. I’ll return to Remour three months after this letter arrives. I expect you to have my payment ready when I get there this time."

Letter recovered from the wreckage of the 'Windblessed'

From the archives of the Telrenv Nautical Guild

#Worldbuilding #Fantasy Writing #Amature Writer

[chaoticaptendyte]

A futile search for permanence

Yet i try and try again

Hoping that this one will fit

Hoping once again

That this time maybe, possibly, they'll like me enough to stay

They'll be the one who i can come to

Be it sunshine moonbeams or rain

I try and try and try again

I fall i crumble i break

I cry and cry and cry again

And patch myself up like tape

Fixed for the moment but not quite stable

Leaping for the next one cause they might be able

To calm my racing mind and take care of my fragile heart

Maybe they could love me in ways that i cannot

But strangers unseen face to face

Feelings found with a digital trace

No strings attached no commitment to boot

Of course they'd leave, you silly goose

It was never meant to be, we never should have met

Yet i remember you more vividly than some of my best friends

I held too strong and so did u, we saw what love could be, saw what it could do

And you, you ran, as far as you could

Didn't wanna get attached

Broke my heart in two

Why did u ever come back

Why did i let you?

Why'd you leave again

Why can I not forget you

I try to move on with life

Most days i don't think of you

A love that could have would have been

The person i would have always run to

But things in life come as they do

The most perfect being

The most imperfect situation it's true

Cause life is yin and yang

Good and bad

Big and small

And once we had our little infinity

I would never get u to myself again, never

at all

~chaoticaptendyte

#hiii #this is just this random poem i wrote ages ago anout this online fling thing #was going through my notes app and found it snd kinda... liked it? when i resd it over #like ig as far as amature poetry goes this is nice #at least its a complete poem haha #anyway #here #jusy thought i might post it #mine #my writing #poetry #online love #crushes #angst #literature #amateur poetry #poem

[sashapearl23]

My inner child squirmed

My inner child convulsed

She's exerted

She's perverted

I'm meeting her finally

I'm feeling her righteously

She's the devil

She runs the coven

We accept our past

We accept our path

In serendipity we float

In serenity we gloat

What comes next is dire

What comes next is fire

- Sasha Pearl

#female writers #female poets #female rage #poets on tumblr #writers and poets #amature writer #writing #writerscorner #artlovers #aesthetic #spoken word

[doublegoblin]

An introduction of the re variety.

Greetings and salutations! So a lot of this will be old news to people but I've had a bit of personal growth and what was an old introduction post doesn't reflect how I feel as a person much any longer. So I am making this updated version (the old one will still be kicking around just not pinned).

So once again hello! My (pen)name is Maxwell Alabaster(he/him), Max or Maxwell is fine!

Not including the RP stuff I used to do on forum back in the early aughts, I've been hobby writing for about a year and some now. It started as a private personal thing to keep my mind occupied while I was between jobs but at some point I decided I wanted to share my stuff with people! So I did just that and made this here blog.

I would still consider myself an amateur writer, not to deflect but to acknowledge that I have room to improve. Also I am hungry for engagement (brain likes seeing the notification number go bigger) so please don't feel like you can't leave little comments or reblog. I don't have aspirations of hitting it big or publication, but, interaction is still nice and I can only share my stuff so far.

What I post on here are the first drafts of my two larger WIPS and one off stuff. I've tried my best to have all these things in their own linked pages! My style or genre usually falls under the horror or darker side of things, I'm an edgy bitch what can I say. Mostly though I just tend to write off the vibe I'm feeling for a particular one off. I don't think my stuff is particularly spine tingling but hey some people have different tolerances.

Rituals and Red Tape : Slice of life/dark fantasy story told from the first person perspective of Alex, manager of the auditing department. Set in a dream like world crafted by an enigmatic group of outer beings known as The Board. Their main duties are to stop problems before they happen that break the rules of reality, or, fix the problems if they are too late.

Abnormal Analytics Company Communications : Found footage/document style story. Very heavily inspired by things like the SCP foundation and minorly inspired by content surrounding what is known as the 411 phenomenon. This story, or rather each “case”, is experienced via the messages and emails between members of some kind of research organization. While these is no main POV character it can be assumed that most of this information is viewed through a single terminal. 

I also have a WattPad where I post the edited version of Rituals and Red Tape (if you want a more coherent and better quality version) and also the logs of AACC.

Edit 9-7: I guess I've also started doing voice work lol. I'll work on getting a section made for just the audio works at some point! I'm still learning the craft and editing stuff but it's been a passion of mine for a while and I hope to make it a more regular thing! If you think my voice would be good for your things hit me up! I can promise I will try my best =P

I am also very open to asks about my stuff, being included in tag games, and stuff like that. I can be a little slow to respond due to my limited time but I make an effort to get to things when I can! Heck even if you want to just send a random ask, I'm down for that too.

Closing words

I can't really say I'm excited to get to know people since I've already been here for a while lol. Also this blog can be very messy as I enjoy a wide swath of things. But yeah, check out my stuff, leave me words on those things (good or bad but above all helpful) and enjoy I guess?

#writing #writeblr #original fiction #original writing #creative writing #original work #get to know me #writeblr intro #introduction post #Writer intro #writing community #amature writer #Hopefully this version is a lot easier to follow and digest #The last intro post was just far too messy for my taste #I also want to spread warmth to the people who have already decided for some reason to follow me lol #you guys/gals/nonbinary pals are the folks that keep me going

[delusionalme-vs-reality]

Hey, so I have plot and like the character and what they are needed fore in the story plus their motivation, but I really don't know what to do after that. Like how do I create my character basically.

#my writing #lgbtqia #amature writer #original character #novel #writing problems #writing process #writing a book #writers on tumblr

[pinkfestivalpeanuttree]

i have nearly finished painting a glob of hot glue with a safety pin stuck to it as a diy nonbinary pin

life is solidly mediocre dipping into mildly terrible but the sunlight peeks through the dense stormy skyline and even if i no longer have the hope for a life filled with sunny days i find it in me to hold on a little longer for the next glimpse of warmth and light if only because it is something to wait for

#getting ~amaturely~ ~poetic~ in the deep bowels of the night #why did i write this and more importantly why am i posting it #who knows #i hate sunny weather i prefer overcast days #this has nothing to do with the post just wanted to mention #epilogue speaks

[yoongimain]

Beneath the Rock Elm

I had grown here, with a roof over my head, and riches beyond comparison. 

No warmth, or place to be called mine.

A future as bright as the stars we’ve gazed upon, haunted by loneliness.

I had fear.

The day had come, masked in the fragrance of roses and baby's breath.

I sacrificed my place in your heart. 

Bitter is the feeling beyond there.

Memories frequent me often.

I longed for that feeling of our hands interlocked under the sunset. 

The fullness of your laughter that vibrates beneath my cheek. 

The hues of orange and purple that colored our mid-summer skies. 

The essence of the green leaves brushing over our resting form.

The warmth that filled my heart from your auburn eyes. 

Years may pass, but the sound of your heart could never fade away. 

Perhaps, I lived as a shell. 

An empty vessel with no movement. 

The lights were dim when he set me free, but the fire in my heart had never burned brighter. 

Beneath the Rock Elm is where I was to find you.

When the time had come to be, you were already gone. 

Only then have I come to realize it.

You have also forfeit the place in my heart. 

#my poem #poetry #poem #poetscommunity #3am poetry #missingbts #writing #creative writing #amature poetry #amature writer #right person wrong time #arranged marriage #letting go #forfeit #angst #amature poet #the one that got away #i'm in love with someone else #goodbye #forgetting you

[i-want-to-be-a-poet]

Hello No one follows me nor do I follow anyone, at least for now. I want to document my journey as an aspiring writer. I am 17 years old and I am sick and tired of waiting for someone to tell me to write. So. This is it. I shall write.

#writing #poetry #poems #poetic #writer #amature #trying #inner thoughts #thoughts #thinking #tired #confessional poetry #poem #poet #short poem #poets on tumblr #writers and poets #original poem #poems on tumblr #art #artist #wish #literature #english literature #beauty #painting #jealousy #envy #hardly a poem #young writer

[hyenazzwritinggaystuff]

MORE FIC STUF!!!! IM WRITING AGAIN NO ONE CAN STOP ME!!!!!!!!!!!

they are all so gay

(yes the story was inspo from the parks an rec skit abt the coffee machine)

#goofy silly me #im so mentally normal about them i swear #im so normal about this ok #i love writing #i like writing fluff #writing #amature writer #writers of tumblr #im silly #ninjago blog #gay ninjas #ninjago fic #ninjago fanfiction #ninjago shitpost #polyninja #still polyninja #i like polyninja if u cant tell #lego ninjago #ninjago #polyninja fic #short story #mmmmmmmmmmmm silly hours #be gay do crimes