#justastory

[thats-me-a-nobody]

It wasn't any special day but just an ordinary day in the midsummer afternoon, yet I still remember that day as it happened yesterday. I didn't know then that it was gonna be one of the most memorable and most embarrassing days of my life because of Him. He came into my life like a breath of fresh and cool air. (or maybe, it was the fact that I saw him first when I was entering the mall and he was exiting from there. 🤣)

Our eyes met at the entrance of the mall and I saw the most breathtaking eyes I've ever seen. But there was a pain in his eyes that I wished I could take away instantly because such amazing eyes didn't deserve any pain. (I didn't know then that only I could take away his pain 😟) But as the eye contact became too much, I averted my eyes from him to the ground. Only then did I realize that the reason for his pain was that I was standing on his toes. 🤦🏻‍♀️ I couldn't meet his eyes again and I ran away from him as fast as I could with my little legs. That day couldn't be more embarrassing for me. 🤦🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

#Justastory #writerslife #writers of tumblr #story time #life quotes #motivational quotes #quotes

[meg-is-awesome]

Don't wake me

Chapter 2 His dreams are getting stronger about her

A couple of nights later

Dream

I passionately kissing Claire she depends the kisses.

Out of dream

I jilted up in bed breathing heavily the dreams are getting stronger of her I run my fingers through my hair I flopped down dick in bed.

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[derfremdekakadu]

Fiktion

01:34 Uhr. Es klingelt an meiner Tür. Wer bitte klingelt um 01:34 Uhr während dieser merkwürdigen Zeit an einem Samstag Abend, bei Schnee, an meiner Tür? Es ist John. Er fragt, ob ich Lust auf einen kleinen Abendspaziergang habe. Nach einem kurzen Wechsel von Jogginghose zu Jeanshose gehen wir durch den kleinen Park vor meiner Haustür. Wir gehen in der leicht Schneebedeckten Landschaft aus dem Park wieder raus, weiter von meiner Haustür weg, vorbei an Häusern, in denen nur vereinzelnd noch Licht brennt. Es ist ruhig. Kein Auto fährt vorbei, kein Mensch ist unterwegs, nur die knirschenden Schritte von unseren Schuhen sind zu hören. John erzählt mir, wie genervt er von seiner Arbeit, von seinem Computer ist, und dass er nur dringend mal rausmusste. Er erzählt, dass er eigentlich überlegt hat eine Runde joggen zu gehen, sich dann aber fürs Spazieren entschieden hat. Er erzählt, dass er zuerst zum Institut gegangen ist, und dann war meine Wohnung ja auch nicht mehr weit weg. Da könnte er ja auch klingeln kommen. Wir gehen zu einer Brücke. Von dieser kann man über die ganze Stadt blicken. Einer meiner Lieblingsorte in meiner Stadt; wäre dort eine Bank, würde ich wohl häufiger da sitzen.  Auf der Brücke weht ein starker Wind, der uns die Schneeflocken ins Gesicht schlägt. Niemand von uns sagt ein Wort. Es fährt immer noch kein Auto und auch kein Fußgänger ist in Sicht. Es ist ruhig und man kann seinen Gedanken freien Lauf lassen. Es ist die Zeit in der niemand etwas von einem will. Eine Zeit am Tag, in der man ganz man selbst sein kann. Niemand zwingt einen zu etwas und niemand verurteilt einen. Es ist DIE Zeit des Tages, die ich am liebsten habe. Zu dieser Zeit kann ich so sein, wie ich bin. Ich kann träumen, ich kann tanzen, ich kann übers Leben nachdenken, ich kann philosophieren oder ich kann eben einfach auf einer Brücke stehen, über die Lichter der Stadt sehen und den Moment genießen, neben John. Es ist die perfekte Zeit, um endlich meine Gefühle zu beichten. “Es ist wunderschön”, sage ich und drehe mich zu John. “Ja, ist es” erwidert er, dreht sich zu mir, schaut mir tief in die Augen und lächelt mich an. Vorsichtig berühre ich leicht seine Hand, beuge mich vor und küsse ihn. “Sorry” sage ich leise und weiche ein Stück zurück. Er schaut mich verwundert an. Ich fange an ihm zu erklären, was ich in der Vergangenheit alles übersehen habe, was sich so gut angefühlt hat und ich unterdrückt habe, was ich nicht gesehen habe, mir aber jetzt klar wurde und dass mir alles furchtbar Leid tut. Dass es mir Leid tut, dass ich einfach andere Typen währenddessen unter Alkoholeinfluss mir ‘geangelt’ habe, dass ich das mit uns gar nicht mitbekommen habe, aber auch dass ich dachte, er hat kein Interesse, da nie er versucht hat etwas zu unternehmen. Er war nur da. Er schaut mich an: “Die Nacht sieht nichts.” Dann nimmt er meine Hand, kommt auf mich zu und küsst mich. “Wir werden in naher Zukunft vermutlich nicht zusammen kommen, aber so habe ich meinen ersten Kuss mit einem Menschen, mit dem ich mir den sowieso gewünscht habe.” Und es folgen auch noch Küsse drei und mehr. Und so stehen wir da. Um uns herum viele Schneeflocken. Unsere Nasen rot, aber nicht vor Kälte, sondern vor Wärme. Auf der einen Seite die leere und leicht verschneite Straße, auf der anderen Seite von uns die Lichter unserer Stadt. Über uns die Nacht, die nichts sieht, die alles verzeiht, die einem erlaubt man selbst zu sein und die vergehen wird. Und nach ihr wird dieses Ereignis nur in unseren Gedanken weiterexistieren. Es wird für immer in unserem Kopf sitzen, aber wir werden bei unseren Freunden nicht darüber sprechen. Vielleicht werden wir es wiederholen, wenn es wieder Nacht wird und wir uns sehen. Ansonsten leben wir einfach weiter. Wie vorher.

#liebe #fiction #lovestory #heartbroken #justastory #pleasebereal

[gadisjahe]

Thank you for the food! . . . #justastory #ladang #gadisjahe #ichibansushi #sushi #japanesefood #indonesianfood https://www.instagram.com/p/B471vQnFG9b/?igshid=tzd43k7hf0ez

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[arianator4life]

Cheetah Girl (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/278937485-cheetah-girl?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=arianator_4life&wp_originator=ix%2BSthqoWlff5nwbwSmhSblGZVVWahicAhZRoS%2BmXzGXa4KZbFdU5vNtas3Kr65mbJlH%2FbwEmQCarhRIhGwu6ok4JvUn7iWzPjUW%2BPVUwUWKnFSXp7sqXYsqh3%2FIVif4 most children grow up in a warm home with nice food. most children play with friends and tease siblings. But not Aria. When she was 10 she ran away from something nobody should see. She saw her drunkard dad kill her abusive mum. running through the savannah she met a family of cheetahs. You might think they would of killed her. but no. Zuri ( the mother cheetah) took her in as her own child. This is a story of one girls fight to save her family.

#africa #cheetah #cheetahs #chrisbrown #justastory #sabrina #sabrinacarpenter #savethecheetahs #sofiacarson #stoppoaching #books #wattpad #amwriting

[manishjainmauji]

#childhood #justastory #story #poetrycommunity #poetrylovers #poetryworld #hindipoetry #hindistory #hindiwritersofinstagram #myinnerperspective #sunheridhoop #rehguzar #musingsofawanderingsoul #hindinama #hindiyugm #kavitakosh #kavitakahani (at NOIDA N DELHI) https://www.instagram.com/p/CMFZ80RjA58/?igshid=fzhrt9pgzwn7

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[matteohudson]

Now Listening: Nothing - The Great Dismal. #nothing #nothingthegreatdismal #thegreatdismal #afabricatedlife #sayless #aprilhaha #catchafade #famineasylum #berniesanders #inblueberrymemories #bluemecca #justastory #asktherust #2020 #2020album #indierock #noiserock #grunge #posthardcore #nowlistening #nowplaying https://www.instagram.com/p/CJl45OWDC6j/?igshid=16f8frwqpug0k

#nothing #nothingthegreatdismal #thegreatdismal #afabricatedlife #sayless #aprilhaha #catchafade #famineasylum #berniesanders #inblueberrymemories #bluemecca #justastory #asktherust #2020 #2020album #indierock #noiserock #grunge #posthardcore #nowlistening #nowplaying

[itstheultravioletuniverse]

An Odd Pair we would be (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/dzkEJbVCn7 Its a dream I had about Robert Pattinson and now I am just adding all this into a silly fairy tale or something of a wishful fantasy so bare with me I am still trying at this. whoever even reads this.

#air #anxietydisorder #dreamworld #fanfiction #fiction #idea #idont #idontknow #justastory #love #movie #odd #random #romance #romanticstories #stress #stressrelief #writing #books #wattpad #amwriting

[kakcia]

#nocaptionneeded . #justastory . . . #someday . #somewhere . We'll find a new way of living We'll find a way of forgiving Somewhere #theresaplaceforus . Somewhere a place for us Peace and quiet and open air Wait for us somewhere #theresatimeforus . Someday there'll be a time for us Time #together with time to spare Time to learn Time to care Someday Somewhere We'll find a new way of living We'll find there's a way of forgiving Somewhere Somewhere Somewhere There's a place for us A time and a place for us #holdmyhand . and we're half way there Hold my hand and I'll take you there Somehow Someday Somewhere <Somewhere - Barbra Streisand> https://www.instagram.com/p/B3aBJQUHgXW/?igshid=lexbkq6567el

#nocaptionneeded #justastory #someday #somewhere #theresaplaceforus #theresatimeforus #together #holdmyhand

[azuresparklesimagination]

Crescent Blood: Love or Duty?

Ari texted to say that he’s outside. I rushed downstairs to meet him. But my dad was already there. “Ari, it’s nice to see you but this isn’t good time. And I don’t think it’s appropriate for you to visit Luna after hours anymore since she’s supposed to pick a mate soon.” I couldn’t believe my ears. Before Ari could reply I chimed in instead. “You’ve already taken my future now you want to take away my best friend?” I demanded angrily. “Young lady—” “Let them go Adrian,” my mom interjected. I didn’t waste time and went upstairs with Ari. “I can always be the best man,” Ari said cheerfully. He adjusted his glasses. “Not funny. I can’t believe my dad said that to you. Who does he think he is?” Ari laid on my bed while I paced up and down my room. “Uhm . . . the alpha.” “Rhetorical question! And it’s not like you’d try anything. I trust you with my life.” I eventually lay down next to him. “Or maybe he’s right. You’re practically engaged to be engaged. I would just complicate things.” I frowned at him. “What are you talking about?” “I would try something . . . if you let me. Luna I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember. You were just too stupid to notice.” “Ari . . .” I had no idea what to say to him. He smiled and as he got up, he pulled me up on my feet as well. He pushed my hair out of my eyes and pulled me into a hug. “Hey it’s fine. It’s not like I stand a chance. Friend zoned remember? See you tomorrow though?” He kissed my hair and climbed out my window. “See you.” I said to him, still a little stunned about what just happened. So I went from not in a relationship to it’s complicated in one day.

#crescentblood #wolf #justastory #I'mawriter

[shatar-aethelwynn]

Don't you feel, like, when you're looking at Old Testament stuff and, like, the Islamic traditions it's almost like Marvel and DC?

Sam, Just A Story podacast, episode 95

#justastory #its an awesome podcast #go listen

[lilsocksiswriting]

Fandom: Haikyuu

Paring: Tenou X Fem!Reader

Summary: Your mother has you transferred fro Nekoma to Shirtorizawa all in the hopes of getting you to think more practically about your future. She sees no worth in writing , especially when you’re too afraid to be open about it. But being around the volleyball club may change that. If it doesn’t get you into trouble first.

Warnings: no beta

Tags: Horror writer reader, hurt/comfort, fluff, SMAU with written parts

Table of Contents

Chapter 3 II Chapter 5

Monday has really taken a toll on you. You actually didn't want to stay up late, but you did so just to spite your roomie. That and you already had been assigned homework on the first day. You weren't loud and kept the lights off, but she is annoyed that you weren’t about to let her boss you around. She was gone when you got up in the morning which made your Tuesday all the more better. You had the time  and the space of the dorm to yourself as you got ready. You even opted  for tea and a protein bar  for breakfast so that you can have some time to write. You were almost done with the first draft of that mold idea.  You just had a little ways to go.

You were smack dab in the middle of describing how your main character is scratching at a bad rash, puss and skin getting under the overgrown fingernails. At this point in the story the climax is about to happen. Your character had spent months living in a house with mold festering within the walls. You loved the parallel you had built up between the MC’s worsening stats and in growing infestation of mold which were all about to come to a head.

“What are you writing?”

You snap your laptop shut and take out one of your earphones efficiently pausing our music. Your roommate stood behind you with her arms crossed over her chest . You throat becomes tight, too tight for any words to slip through. 

How long had she been there . How much did she read?  Your face feels hot with shame. Some part of you, a logical side of you that speaks with Kuroo’s voice tells you that there’s nothing to be ashamed of. 

“I asked you a question. What were you writing?” she demands again.

“Justastory,” Your answer comes out with no space between the words.

Your honest response seems to only anger her more. She’s glaring at you now and it’s filling you with a shameful feeling. What did you have to be shameful about? This was a really good story.  It wasn't just body and psychological horror. This was a piece exploring the what isolations can do to the human psyche. 

“That’s not a story,” she says accusingly. “That’s concerning.”

How dare she. You’re angry now, you want to defend your writing because it wasn't concerning , it was art. It was a piece you had been putting no stop effort into for the past week. It had helped you ignore the fact that you were now alone and isolated from everything that you have-had- in Tokyo.  

But all that anger doesn't come out  as you meekly say, ”No-no it's not.”

She replies with an affirmative,”Yes it is Y/N. That stuff sounded messed up.”

That’s the whole point of horror. It’s supposed to make you feel uncomfortable and sacred. It’s supposed to make you think about things you don't like to think about.  But your roommate seems so sure of herself that you can’t find the courage to argue

“I need to get to class.”

“Don’t avoid me.”

You ‘re already getting up and thinking of a lie. “ I have to go by and see coach Washijo.”

“The boy’s volleyball club coach?”

You had your backpack slung around your  shoulder and was soothing out your new school uniform. You let out a deep breath of relief . The subject had been changed and you weren't about to stick around for the conversion to loop back around to your ‘concerning’ writing. 

“I joined as their manager.”

 This pulls a look of surprise from your roommate. “What happened to our benign our stable girl?”

You had caught her off guard now too. It makes you feel a little more confident . enough so to tell her, “ I never said i’d join you horse club.”  right before making your get away. 

It was so nice to have an actual conversation with everyone, even if the said conversation was all over text message. It felt familiar and the family felt nice.  The good mood this put you in however didn't last long. After lunch, as everyone filed back into the classroom in their own little groups you’re reminded of the loneliness. The stares you get don’t make things any better, nor do the whispers of one group of girls pointing at you. You hope that you'd be able to become strong enough to be unfazed by it all soon

You try to shake things off at practice that quickly gets started like a well-oiled machine after coach Washijo introduces you.  You try to focus on writing down stacks, filling water bottles up, not jumping out of your skin every time coach Washijo screams. The old man had some lungs.  

The boy's team was good, like really good. Even without neat combos like some of the other top teams their individual skills and strength made up for that. What hurt you the most was that they all got along so well. They weren't just a team but a group of friends which made it hard to forget you only had one mabey friend in Tendo. So with ignoring not working you pretend that you are ok.

Tendo notices the fake smile all too easily. He notices because it’s been something he’s been doing for most of his life. Plastering on a lazy smirk like silly words can’t hurt him. It doesn't sit right with him seeing that kind of smile on you. He wants to know why you're faking it and if there's something he can help make better.

“You seem kind of down today,”  Tendo notes after practice had ended and he's helping with pushing the ball cart back into the storage closet.

“Do I?”  you sound like a sheepish child getting caught.

“You do.”

When Tendo adds nothing else you suspect that he's waiting for an explanation. You're surprised that you don't feel like you need to lie to him and You tell him the truth. “I think I'm just having trouble adjusting ya know. Like, everyone here already has their own groups by their third year and I did but  now I got to start all over and it's kinda hard.”

His hand lands on the top of your head and gently, ruffled your hair. “You've been here like two days book girl give yourself some credit. And if you want the distinguished privilege of being your friend you’ll still have me. Well me and Toshi. We’re kind of like a packaged deal being besties and all so you'll have two  friends."

“Ye-yea,” your heart's  suddenly thudding.  You feel all warm and happy inside  and relax into his touch.  if you had to place the warm feeling it was  kind of like getting a hug or wrapping in a cozy blanket contently, but different. Om my god- you did have a crush on him. “thanks.”

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[meg-is-awesome]

Don't wake me

Chapter 10 You're like a lovely dream I don't want to wake up from

Claire came over to my place and I didn't know she came over, I was walking downstairs and I noticed a figure outside The front door I realise it was Claire she was walking away  I calls out for her "Claire !"  I runs out the door after her. I catch up to Claire I'm standing there breathing heavily I look at her so adoringly "I need you, You make my life less shit you're like a lovely dream I never want to wake up from before the bright  sunlight wakes me up please stay, don't wake me from this stream"  Claire she had tears swelling up in your eyes "I won't, I promise" she says softly.

The end

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[bonnie-m-cooper]

PARENT: What are you doing??

ME: Nothing……….(quieter)…just writing…?

PARENT: What’r you writing about?

ME: *looks down at page where I was describing in detail the depth of depression from experience my character was feeling that they never knew I had experienced* mmmm…JUSTASTORY.

#writers problems #writing #how to write #writers #fiction writing #novel writing #you know you're a writer when...

[gadisjahe]

Mie yang pedasnya masih manusiawi. 😉 . . Photo 1: Kenampakan kemasan Korean Spicy Chicken Photo 2: Mie tanpa tuang pedas Photo 3: Mie dengan tuang pedas 1 Photo 4: Mie dengan tuang pedas 2 Photo 5: Mie dengan tuang pedas 2 dan bawang goreng . . . #miesedapkoreanspicychicken #justastory #ladang #gadisjahe #food #foodstory #noodles #happiness #happy #happylife https://www.instagram.com/p/B3enGcfFL2M/?igshid=dk2ydxypzjpe

#miesedapkoreanspicychicken #justastory #ladang #gadisjahe #food #foodstory #noodles #happiness #happy #happylife

[my-devotion-to-thee]

Walk with me a while. A shit post.

Breathe. Clear your mind. Lets take a walk.

Imagine now, that you’re in a locked room with one door. The room is wallpapered, a thick red colour peeling away in places, the ceiling is slightly lower than comfortable but not so low you cannot stand straight; stretch your arms up however and they still bow while your palms are flat on its surface. The carpet is rugged, torn, and blackened in spots. 

You’re not the first to be here.

There is no one else in the room, no paintings, no furnishings, just you, the door, and in your hand the key.            Why do you hesitate? Surely you wish to open that door? Surely you want to get out of this increasingly claustrophobic cage? Perhaps not. Just maybe you’re too afraid of what lies on the other side, scared that once you leave there’s no coming back. What if, just beyond that door everything you’ve known, this room; is worse, and these confines are the best you’ll know. 

Perhaps.

Or maybe just beyond that door is what you’re looking for, what you long for. Maybe (s)he’s there, with open arms. Salvation. 

Maybe it doesn’t matter either way. Maybe the next room is a short fall, maybe the next door takes you to square one again. Maybe, just maybe someones trying to break through the wall at the other side, maybe after the short fall there’s someone else waiting to catch you, maybe. Maybe that’s ‘me’. Maybe ‘I’ chose that door before you, maybe ‘I’ left my confines to catch you on the other side. 

Why do you hesitate?

You have the key just turn the lock surely you’re curious as to what this is too? The passion in the red, the baggage in the black. You might not be alone in that room after all. You might be holding onto the thought of them, and that’s what’s keeping you there. The maybe’s and the perhaps. 

Turn the key. You might fly yet.

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