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xrrivers · 8 months

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Should I continue??

I’m a new writer and I would like some feedback on this piece I recently wrote.

An unfortunate event takes place at the home of two roommates. It's 1:30am and an argument unfolds between the two. What happens after is a story that's been told across the town for years as it's unusual for something so mad to happen in a quiet place like this.

Best friends and roommates Louise and Maya return from Louise's boyfriend's house party. Outside the door you can hear Louise screaming “you know what?!” Yelled Louis, “I'm done I'm over it” they enter the house and step in the living room. Maya looked in shock “what do you mean you’re over it. Over what!”

“YOU! I'M OVER YOU, MAYA! geez I can’t go anywhere without you being like this!” Yelled Louise as she slammed her car keys on the coffee table.

“Well how was I supposed to act, you left me alone! I can’t function without you!” Maya expresses

“It’s a party. You’re supposed to socialize, it’s why I brought you there! YOU DONT GO AND HIT MY BOYFRIEND WITH A VASE!” Louise looks at maya with exhaustion

“He was all over you, I just..” her voice begins to shake

“JUST WHAT MAYA! HUH!” Facing Maya, Louise sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose “look, I left my other friends for you, I hang out with you more than anybody else, I let you convince me to stop posting on social media, but this!” her voice becomes strict. Louise takes a breath “you’re becoming possessive lately and I’m over it” she turns to the stairs

what are you doing?!” Maya’s voice starts to quiver.

Louise ran upstairs and entered her bedroom, she pulled out an empty suitcase from under the bed and started packing her belongings. Maya followed behind her shouting “Louise, LOUISE! Answer me!” She stopped in the doorway.

“Are you.. leaving?” She asked as her voice started to crack “You can’t do that, you’re going to stay! You have to stay!”

Louise turned around and scoffed “or what?” she looked Maya in her eyes. “What Maya, what are you gonna do,” she looked away. “Are you gonna manipulate me? slash my tires so i wont leave? destroy my phone so i won't contact anyone?” Louise’s voice starts to raise “What maya, what are YOU gonna do!” she stated creeping up to face her. Looking Maya in the eyes Louise saw emptiness and fear. Maya didn’t know what to do and she knew that. Without Louise she’ll feel worthless. But that’s not her problem anymore.

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jnicolewrites · 2 years

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intro! (+ a personality quiz??)

heyo I’ve been on here before but since I’ve made this shiny new blog, I thought I’d introduce myself again!

My name is J. Nicole (or just Nicole if that’s easier) and I’m a full time college student studying lit, media, and Japanese, as well as an author exclusive to wattpad. I also draw a bit and am just now starting to like my art so you might see some of that on here, too.

As for what I write, I do mostly fantasy/paranormal-esque stories with an emphasis on characters of color and/or LGBTQ+ characters. Learn more about some of my stories here:

Eighth Moon

Folding the Sky

The Search for Juno

The House Above the Sea

For now, I made a lil quiz thing to tell you which of my main characters you’re most like, so then you can check out what book they’re from! You can click here to take it if you’re interested.

anw happy to be here and if there’s anything else ur curious about my asks are always open! nice to meet u guys

#writeblr #intro #new writers on tumblr #newwriterscommunity #new writeblr #female writers #wattpad #book #writers and poets #writerscommunity #writing #new writing blog

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paulinasevastjanova · 1 year

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Hello people,

I have been trying to get to the point of my life, when I will feel; finally comfortable with myself, family and career. As a child, I have always wanted to be a writer, but the problem was in my ambitions. I didn’t want to be just the writer, I want to be the best writer. Im much better writer than I was year ago and I am ready to write till the end of my life, because it’s my passion, way of life, career and way to earn money.

As girl, who has been born and grow up in Poland; the chance to become a good writer was less than zero. Why? Because polish people have many good writers; it’s easy to write in polish for polish people and books are still expensive in my home country. So anyway, my parents will never allow me to be, who I want to be.

Good for me I’m away from people, who will tell me no, so I am after thirty; and in this ages I shouldn’t even be bothered with my parents way. In the end of the day I have decided to leave Poland in the age of twenty one, and I have found myself again in Scotland, with my lovely daughter. Got divorced on the way of persuading dreams of writing books.

Two years ago I have finally started to write book to see how it is to write the book. As thinking about writing big piece of words, it’s a bit different to start doing it. I know it’s very logical. I didn’t want to disappoint myself. All people around me get pretty focus on my goals, helping me and giving me advice. Which most of the time pissed me off, but I understand that I was too much bother to them. Firstly, I didn’t want to listen to them, second I have thought that my book is more important than anything other, which probably will go to broken relationship with father of my child.

In the meantime I have split with my second husband. Leaving me now with decision on moving my books forward. I wish to publish them, but I have no idea where to start.

Plus I need someone to tell me Inka, yes please write more, we love your work. As I feel a bit too touchy with myself and making things to forever perfection, which starts to make the same friend angry again, as I have started to hide books again.

I would love to ask people help to make further steps and sell it, earn from my art as my just not good in sale, and I’m really good writer, who can write in two languages. Thank you so much.

Inka Janova

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youraverageauthor · 1 year

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Repeat

Going to school ain't the best of the things that I can aim for yet it's mandatory on my list. I always despised it and no matter how hard I tried I always failed, I never understood why. Was I not trying enough? Whatever the reason might be, the option of giving up didn't exist. My parents would kill me if I ever stopped trying and I couldn't die yet I had a long list to fulfill but first came studies. I almost lost my life the other day; thank god I noticed the truck in time. I had to be more careful from now on.

Waiting for the bus once again, just the same old day, I wish it'd come. I've been waiting twenty minutes. I barely managed to leave the bed this morning, I had the worst program for today too.. Just as I started dozing off, the bus came by, thankfully I managed to get it. I put on my headphones, ignoring my surroundings and started blasting music. The day was hard to pass, it felt as if the time had frozen and on top of that the teacher made us do a quiz. I had studied the things that were on the quiz!

Before we could leave the professor announced the results. I was eagerly waiting for mine, I knew it'd finally be a good grade! I got 5/20, how? That's such a devastating result. . The professor couldn't even let me see my mistakes. The bell finally rang and I fast-paced to the bus station, I couldn't afford something worse happening today. The bus arrived and as I was walking in someone tapped my shoulder, I turned around to look who it was but no one was there, strange. .

After arriving home I immediately started studying. After completing my homework I went to eat yesterday's leftovers 'Annoying'. Hm, who said that? I was home alone. I decided to shrug it off, nothing good could happen by stressing out about some little things. I questioned once again why I always failed even though I was such a hardworking student, I guess I'm not trying enough. . It's just unfair, why do I always fail? I could feel the tears spilling on my notes. I wiped them away, it didn't matter, crying wouldn't solve this.

As I finished doing extra exercises I cracked my knuckles. I'm glad that I'm finally done, I even gave kudos to myself for finishing faster than yesterday. Am I hungry? Positive. I ignored the fact that I had an exam soon, food was the first priority. I went to the kitchen and cooked an omelet. I sat down in the living room and watched the news to have something distract me while I ate. The television suddenly started to glitch and a reporter was talking about how it was the end of the world. I rubbed my eyes and it turned back to normal. Were my eyes fooling me? As I was trying to understand if what I just saw was real or not I remembered about the exam. There's no way it was real, my brain was playing tricks on me.

I decided to write down the event either way because it could appear useful in the future. I then started to revise for the exam, a couple of hours had passed before I was finally done. I could feel my eyelids getting heavy so I brushed my teeth before heading to bed.

Going to school was exhausting, the day barely started and I wanted to go back home already. As I headed inside I ignored the people which was relatively easy and I sat on a bench. I felt as if something was wrong though. . Was it the exam? I was ready for it.

While I was minding my own business, a classmate of mine, Evelyn greeted me "Hi Mary, how're you doing?" Someone started a small talk with me? That's so sweet. "Honestly I could be better but I guess I'm good. How's your day?" I asked her. "Ya know, the usual stuff." she responded, I in fact didn't know the usual stuff. Before I could ask her something else I noticed something strange, she started to melt. Oh god her skin was oozing to the floor, her flesh was visible! Was I the only one who could see that?! "Please help. ." She muttered while grasping my arm.

I didn't know what to do, is this a nightmare?! "How, how am I supposed to help you?" I asked, by then her face had fallen off. I began to panic, I looked around to see if anyone could help Evelyn but everyone had the same issue. It made my stomach drop. I looked at Evelyn's hand, it was now just bones and it hurt. "Please help me. ." she said before grabbing my hand, I flinched, I could feel my flesh being torn. I couldn't even push her away, it was about time and all that remained from her were just her bones. I couldn't hold my tears back. A loud sound was heard throughout the place. A warning, an alarm for this situation?

I woke up, that was one heavy sleep. What did I dream of? It seemed like a long dream, I hate forgetting them. After eating something for breakfast I went to school. There, a student from the same school started a small conversation with me. I didn't remember his name nor did I wanna seem rude for not knowing so I referred to him as Blondie. This was a good day starter! As we were discussing the lessons we hate he asked me about a wound on my arm. I looked at my arm and there was a visible injury. The strange thing is that I didn't get hit by something to cause such a wound. "I'm not sure, it's not the first time something like this happens, it frequently happens when I'm sleeping." I stated.

We continued talking until the bell rang and we parted ways. It was the exam day today and I knew everything. I was more than ready and when I received the copy of the test I started writing. I knew everything, I continued to write down the answers to the questions until I was done. The professor looked kinda surprised. Once I finished, everything that I had studied was deleted from my memory. That was very weird. . At Least I was done! I gave the professor my sheet of paper before leaving school.

I ran to the bus station and the bus was about to pass by, I was lucky! Just as the bus stopped it disappeared. Do I want to go home so badly that I am hallucinating? Some passers-by threw strange looks at me, they must think that I'm crazy. I went to sit down on a bench and then the blond boy came. "Hello again, how'd the exam go?" he asked me. I don't remember telling him that I had an exam, maybe a friend of his is in the same class with me. "It was surprisingly good, it was pretty easy. How was your day?" I asked to continue the conversation. "It was fine." He responded. "Which class are you at?" I questioned, before he could reply the bus came . I went inside and that's when the conversation ended. Could I consider him a friend? It'd be good.

After I arrived home, I ate dinner, it was quite nice. I put the dishes in the dishwasher and focused on my homework. It was simpler than usual, maybe I finally became smarter! I finished earlier than usual so I decided to reward myself. I grabbed a bag of popcorn from the cabinet and put on a good series to watch. I really loved this show. Suddenly the phone started ringing, the moment I went to pick it up the power fell out, yet the phone kept ringing. This situation felt off, it gave off creepy vibes too. I answered the phone "Hello, who is it?" I asked, no one had my phone number. . "Wake up" a robotic-like voice said that in repeat until I closed the call. This just felt like a plot for a horror movie. . I hated pranks like these, I knew it was a prank because no one had my number. Once I closed the call the power returned.

I decided to go to bed, I didn't understand how fast the time passed by. . After a while I fell asleep. I woke up, I felt as if I just blinked and the night went by… I went to brush my teeth, after that I went to put on my uniform. As I stepped inside my room I noticed myself, I was still asleep? What the hell; was I dead?! I tried to wake myself up but it wasn't working. An eerie sound could be heard so I decided to investigate. I looked outside the window and what I saw was horrifying. The world looked as if a war happened, a bizarre creature was standing out there, collecting dead bodies. . I couldn't describe how it looked but I'm certain that I've seen it before.

It was changing the world to its original state, one of the bodies that were collected was Blondie's. He died..? This felt very familiar but I just couldn't remember. Wait.. it has happened before. . the dreams that I kept forgetting.. it has truly happened, they weren't just dreams. I remember them now, that's why I had that wound on my arm, it was because of Evelyn. Why was I alive though? I'm pretty sure I died in some of them. That must be the reason why my life is so difficult! As if it sensed me the creature looked over my window, I realized how dark the sky was when I saw it staring at me. Next thing I remember is waking up, that was terrifying.

I dressed up, I had to go to school, I was possibly being watched. I had to act normal, how was I supposed to act as if I witnessed none of that stuff? One of the only people that I talked with was now dead. I arrived at school, it was a bit early so I started writing down my theories in my diary. "Good Morning Mary" Blondie said before I could open my diary. Wait, Blondie? Silence filled the air while I was trying to realize how he was alive. I was about to question him, since I saw him dead but what if people come back? What if that monster brings them back and removes their memories? "Are you okay Mary?" he questioned. "Yeah I'm fine.. my day just didn't start off well."

I didn't know if I should tell him about everything that happened. I needed someone to help me, didn't I? That's what people usually do.. If something were to happen to me someone else would know which could help spread the message. I took out a notebook of mine because it'd be better to write it down rather than tell him. I began to write everything that I knew and my theories and then I asked if he wanted to see some drawings of mine. He agreed and sat next to me. He started reading it and kept quiet. "Wow, how did you find out?" he asked "Well you could say that life inspired me to find this." I stated. When I told him that I'd spread the message to the world he smiled, the smile was almost angelic . .

The bell rang, Blond boy went inside the school and I was stuck in a dilemma. I wasn't sure if I should leave school but staring at it made me feel like staying was the wrong option so I began to run to the bus station. I heard a horn, I looked to my left and I noticed a truck, god I could have died if I didn't run faster. I was alive and I needed to warn the people. The only way that I could think of was social media. I managed to get on the bus and after I got out I immediately ran to my home. I opened my laptop and I began to write a warning about what lurks within this world. Once I hit send the message got deleted, I tried more websites, other social media but nothing worked. Of course it wouldn't, if it were that easy then someone else would have done it! I took my diary out of my bag and then I heard the doorbell ring. I locked the door, I couldn't afford anyone to come inside.

I opened my diary and there I found warnings addressed to me. Written in the diary was a note about how I shouldn't trust the blondie, he was the one behind all of this, he was the mastermind. I now realized why he kept talking to me, he didn't want me to see these notes. Blondie barged in the house, I was dumbfounded. "You finally read it, you made me wonder how long it'd take you" he said. I tried to shut the door but he held it open. "I, I can stop you!" I stated, I was filled with fear, I had no idea what to do. He didn't respond, he was just smiling, that uncanny smile was so petrifying. "You aren't a chosen one, you're not meant to save the world. You are just a student, how can you save the world? The fun is over, you stepped right into the trap like a foolish little mouse." he said with a grin. I tried to attack him with my diary but he just caught it and he burnt it to crisp, nothing was left, just ash. . "Think of this world as your personalized hell. You cannot escape this place nor save it." I was awestruck, he looked like the devil with that smile. He wasn't the angel he looked like nor a student from my school. He was a demon and behind that angelic face of his hid the devil himself. .

I woke up once again, I felt very tired though. . It was dark outside, what time is it? I grabbed my phone, it was 3am, I could get more sleep! I laid back on my comfy bed and slept once again before starting the day. The day went on pretty well yet I felt that I was missing something.

#writer #newwriterscommunity #writing prompt #writing #continuous loop #death involved #original work

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greengableswriting · 2 years

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1 month since first post!

It is October 2.

1st Post Anniversary!!!!!!!

It has been exactly one month since I posted my very first writing post on Tumblr!

This has been a great experience. I’ll admit, when I first got on tumblr, I was a little uncertain if people would visit my blog or enjoy my writing. Everyone has been amazing on here, giving me comments, likes, reblogs, and followings. This has greatly boosted my confidence in writing.

I don’t know how many people will read this, but thank-you all to all those who supported my writing blog!

Edit: This post now puts me at exactly 30 posts! That’s a post a day! (Not sure if I can keep that up though lol)

#first post anniversary #greengableswriting #writing #writers on tumblr #newwriterscommunity

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lord-inosuk3 · 2 years

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Creating something out of thin air,

Holding on to a memory of that which was once there.

Paper ties and confetti encrusted crowns,

Made for a king, nestled on a tomb,

Wistful eyes of the young

Aged into sorrows of a man who longs for nothing anymore.

Life has been wicked at times

Corrupted and alone,

Salvation will come disguised.

Seek and find it,

Hiding in the night sky

Beneath the bellowing winds and tattered sheets

A man with no face or claim to a kingdom.

Born anew...

#poetry #writing #newwriterscommunity

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yello-pages · 2 years

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Hello!! I am on here to write about a lot of fun things!! I love to write and wanted to share that with people, some things that I enjoy are theatre, production, technical theatre, acting, movies, music and arts and crafts!! I have a lot of big ideas and hope to touch on important more serious topics eventuality but for now I want to write reviews, thought pieces to share so I hope you all enjoy reading these random thoughts of mine!! Thank you!!

#theatre #theatre blogging #thespian #writing #writerscorner #disney #broadway #theatrekid #new writers on tumblr #newwriterscommunity

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random-little-thingsss · 4 months

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The phone feels empty without you

@random-little-thingsss

#art #artists on tumblr #writing #follow #life is strange #life quotes #newwriterscommunity #quotes #sad lines #sad post #10000 likes #female writers #feminine sissy #feelings #missing

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janemaisonblog · 2 years

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Sunflower

The color that shines summer,

A friendly bee,

A suckle of you,

Dowse me in water,

I’ll grow tall just for you,

Take a picture with me,

Stare at me,

And when I wilt at the end of summer,

Harvest my seeds,

I’ll grow again for you next year,

And I’ll be even taller.

_JM

#my poetry #original poem #newpoetsociety #prose #prose poem #prose writing #creative thoughts #new poets corner #summer #tumblr poets #tumblr poems #writers of tumblr #newwriterscommunity

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meinu-m · 2 years

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This is the link to my Shuji hanma x reader (x kisaki MAYBE).

Please go read and vote if you like it please. Thank you for your time.

#hanma shuuji x reader #zombie apocalypse #wattpad #newwriterscommunity #new to tumblr #firstpost #strong female protagonist #girlpower #y/n x character #yn x tokyo revengers

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granitemoon · 2 years

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Darius Origin Part 10: Also stopping to make sure he grabbed the cleaning solutions for after. He then prayed to the titan that this would work. He put in the Relic abomination goo at the bottom. Then he added in the fire bee honey. The mix turned into a flaming dark brown. Then he quickly crushed up the tooth and dumped the power in. leading into the dark brown getting lighter, stil flaming. Next he dumped the eyes in. He felt an odd sensation of leaving his body as he smelled the fumes. He shook his head briefly seeing his now tired purple eyes. He grabbed the spactual and began to stir. The green iris pointed at him as they melted made him feel bare, yet understood in a way. These creatures they had low sentience once fully manifested, only to be used and controlled. That’s how he had felt with odalia. Someone with low sentience who was expendable and controlled. Odalia. Who was only interested in monetary game. At the same time as this understanding, he felt another. He felt like he saw the abominations and their need for a voice, their desire for some respect. He felt like he needed to go deeper. So He opened his drawer and paddled around and brought out his sleeping nettles. He often used a half a sparkle to fall asleep. This time he dumped in around 20 and mixed it in. At this the brown that had turned to a greenish-blackish flaming mess gained some purplish flare. Finally for the next step he brought out the transformation scroll and edited it. Then he put it in the caudron and began to read. The paper size and burned purple. The spell sensing the ambonation matter in it. Then the paper mixed into the pot. Now How Much should he drink..? That was the question. If he didn't do it all he was gonna have leftovers. He resigned himself to his fate, and began to drank greedily. He instantly almost doubled over, but he pushed through. He felt ill; he was expanding and shrinking at the same time. His vision swam and swam. But he finished. He finished it. The last thing he saw as he flopped on his bed and fell asleep was the fact that the cauldron was clean. Polished clean. Then everything faded to black.

Sorry it’s been so long everyone!!!! This summer has been like really hectic, trying to get back into the groove of it, Hope everyone is having a good day! If anyone is interested my Writing Instagram is @bwhispers(profile pic is mitsuki, if anyone is a anime fan). Also posting this from my phone so the format is different.

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