#novemberwritingchallenge

[cappecat]

I have never done a writing challenge like this one, let alone create one! I would be very excited to see others participate, and tag me if you do! I’ll be posting my works everyday. And since it’s Shadilver month in November in the sonic community, it’ll be Shadilver related :).

#writing #poems and poetry #writing challenge #sonic the hedgehog #shadilver #shadow x silver #sonic #novemberwritingchallenge #writing community #writerscommunity #november #new writers on tumblr #writing characters

[fjadwrites]

⚜️REPOSTED⚜️ . #WIPSongChallenge Day 5: A song for your favorite scene. . Another late person joining the challenge featuring my ongoing Wattpad series #ReiyoukiSentaiSeitenger. The song I chose is actually Korean titled "Comfort Song" by Jung Yong Hwa. As for the scene where this song goes, this would actually apply on Episode 11 of the series in which Helen will finally come in terms with her tragic past with the help of her friends in order for her to fight together with the other Vessels. . . . . #writing #writingchallenge #novemberwritingchallenge #instachallenge #hashtagchallenge #wattpad #blogger #writerph #writerslife #writerofinstagram #aesthetic #writingaesthetic #hundredheavensknightschronicles https://www.instagram.com/p/CIJ9yODjpb2/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#wipsongchallenge #reiyoukisentaiseitenger #writing #writingchallenge #novemberwritingchallenge #instachallenge #hashtagchallenge #wattpad #blogger #writerph #writerslife #writerofinstagram #aesthetic #writingaesthetic #hundredheavensknightschronicles

[caroloveslife]

November Writing Challenge

I missed the beginning so here are days 2 and 3, hopefully I will be on top of the assignments by the end of the week.

Day 2: What is your favorite fall food or treat? Translate its recipe.

Mi piacciono davvero le zucche. In autunno ne faccio una zuppa deliziosissima. Ci vuole: 

una zucca di hokkaido

una scatola di latte di coco

delle patate e patate dolci

una cipolla

aglio

curry e altre spezie

concentrato di pomodoro

Scaldi un po’ di olio d’oliva in una pentola. 

Aggungi la cipolla tagliata, l’aglio schiacciato e un po’ di concentrato di pomodoro.

Aggiungi la zucca e le patate tagliate, e le copri con acqua. 

Far bollire per mezz’ora.

Aggiungi le spezie (curry, curcuma, pepe, sale, cardamomo) e la parte solida del latte di coco.

Ridurri tutto in purea. 

buon apetitto!

Words I learned:

la zucca - pumpkin

le spezie - spices

il concentrato di pomodoro - tomato pureé

scaldare - to heat up

schiacciare - to smash

ridurre in purea - to puree

Day 3: What do you like to do on rainy days?

Quando piove, mi piace molto stare a casa, leggere un buon libro, bere il tè e rilassarmi. In generale amo quelli giorni di non fare niente. Per me sono possibilità di ricaricare le batterie e di fare qualcosa per me stessa. Per questo motivo mi piace l’autunno: dopo l’estate, la stagione di stare sempre fuori e di fare mille cose, l’autunno sembra davvero necessario. Non vedo l’ora di mettermi i calzini cuccolone e bere litri di tè. Che meraviglia!

Words I learned:

ricaricare le batterie - regain energy

i calzini cuccolone - fluffy socks 

#mine #novemberwritingchallenge #languages #langblr #languablr #italiano #day 2 #day 3 #vocabulary

[jasminesuntrell]

Day 6 - Write a fictional story about your favorite historical figure.

KANYE OMARI WEST IS AN ICON AND, THEREFORE, A HISTORICAL FIGURE. FIGHT ME.

Icon to Icon

The 25th of June, 2009. Something’s wrong. I hold my head. MJ’s gone! My nigga dead! Just began to accept losing my mama and now they laying my hero to rest?

WAKE UP MR. WEST

This gotta be a nightmare. Blink three times, but the words still there.

King of Pop is dead! Did music go with him? You see, if not for Michael Jackson Kanye West never happens.

They say legends never die but I see your family grieving. When you said, “This is it” I didn’t expect bereavement.

Now, they all crying two weeks ago they was reviling. Wacko Jacko but now they can’t let go.

Fake motherfuckers I no longer want this. Appreciate me while I’m here or don’t cry in my absence.

Sorry for the language, Mike. I’m just hurt. You gave us your life. You deserved more from us.

And though I wasn’t ready apparently the Lord was. I guess I’ll see you later in the Heaven built for icons.

#kanye west #historical figures #michael jackson #icons #novemberwritingchallenge #writing challenge #lmao #this is terrible #black excellence #twcpoetry #poetry #my poetry #jasmine s. wells #woc poetry #black woman poet #black poets society

[justmissjazz]

Same challenge exactly 4 years later...

Directions: This is a 30 day writing challenge that starts on November 1st. It’s the perfect time (in my opinion) to start gearing up for the New Year. The only requirement is that if you participate, you must post each day publicly (tumblr, wordpress, blogger, etc.) and use the hashtag #slaynewyork on your social media. The idea is to struggle visibly. This is not only to get you more comfortable with transparency but to also serve as an example (or reminder) of what it means to be human. We can’t grow together if we’re too busy hiding the growth we need to do separately. Check out the topic for each day in November below and don’t forget to tell a friend.

Nov. 1: Who are you?

Nov. 2: What areas of your personality, background, physical appearance are you struggling to accept?

Nov. 3: What are your dreams? How are you positioning yourself to make them become your reality?

Nov. 4: In a perfect world you would…?

Nov. 5: Write a good-bye letter to anything that has hurt you. Dig deep with this one.

Nov. 6: Think about your close circle. What does it say about you? What do you provide each other?

Nov. 7: What do you wish your parents would’ve done more of for you/with you growing up?

Nov. 8: What’s holding you back from living your best life right now?

Nov. 9: Write a love letter to yourself.

Nov. 10: What’s a body goal that you’d like to reach? Address it then make a plan to reach it and set a start date here.

Nov. 11: What did your first love teach you?

Nov. 12: One word: Trust. Write anything about it that you please.

Nov. 13: What are you most afraid of? Why?

Nov. 14: What has been your biggest adjustment from childhood to adulthood?

Nov. 15: How do you heal?

Nov. 16: What’s your purpose?

Nov. 17: How do you need to be loved?

Nov. 18: Write a letter to the person who has had the biggest impact on your life?

Nov. 19: What is the worst thing that has ever happened to you? How has it shaped you?

Nov. 20: Right now I am learning…?

Nov. 21: If the universe asked you “why should you be allowed to continue living” your response would be what?

Nov. 22: Think of the people who’ve made it possible for you to live in the world you live in today. In terms of the fight for equality and fairness, are you adding or taking away from that legacy? Expound.

Nov. 23: Are you a leader or a follower? What makes you either/or?

Nov. 24: What does your presence do to a room?

Nov. 25: What are you lacking?

Nov. 26: What are your strengths?

Nov. 27: What is killing me to keep around but I’m too comfortable with to let it go?

Nov. 28: What are you thankful for?

Nov. 29: Going into 2014 I will…?

Nov. 30: What have you learned from over the last 30 days?

#SelfReflection #NovemberWritingChallenge

[essenceofrickii]

Damaged

I spent the better half of my life attempting to forget it all.

Disremember.

Ignore.

Omit.

The wounds have since healed and scarred over

The tears have long dried and left their traces

But the pain has never gone away.

Have you've ever been ripped apart?

That's what it feels like when I try to remember those years I needed to forget.

It would have eaten me alive if I didn't.

That is the story of my childhood.

Year after year spent neglecting healing and moving forward.

That became my story.

I have grown up in pieces trying to become whole... because of a childhood I spent the better half of my life attempting to forget.

#day 10 #novemberwritingchallenge #write about something that happened in your childhood #trauma #woc poet #woc poertry #prose

[kevlangel]

What has been your biggest adjustment from childhood to adulthood?

..making my own decisions and providing for myself. Learning to keep up with my priorities; bills, food, gas, keeping my space clean, being a good friend, remember wishing my parents happy birthday, picking the right mate, not getting an STD, being a great coworker, saving money and remembering to stay happy. 

#november #writingchallenge #writing #novemberwritingchallenge #childhood #adulthood #me #minez

[kimanilaurenbooks]

November Writing Challenge Day 10: Write About Something That Happened When You Were A Child

It was my first Dominican blowout, and the first time my mother let me wear my hair “out.” In my house, little girls did not wear their hair “out.” It was too “grown.” Little girls wore ponytails and braids. This was a big deal, because we were also going on our first cruise. Later I’d learn that I should have opted for braids, but the humidity of the islands was the last thing on my mind. This silky, shiny blowout on my thick hair was doing a thing that I liked. 

“You’re being really conceited right now,” my mother admonished as we walked into a meat market in Spanish Harlem. My mother hated women who thought highly of themselves. 

I tried to stifle the pep in my walk, but I was too excited about the week full of firsts. 

“My, she’s got some rich hair,” the butcher complimented me. 

Softly I thanked him. My mother tapped me to say it louder, and I did. 

“That hair is so so rich. Give me a little shake.” 

I didn’t move. It felt weird that this grown ass man wanted me, a little girl, to perform for him. It was just hair. My mother tapped me, so I shook my hair. He laughed and smiled. We went into the store. I frowned at seeing chicken feet for the first time. My mother wore a scowl on her face. 

“You think you’re so cute, don’t you? Shaking your head like that for that man.” She told everyone the story of how grown her daughter thought she was, shaking her head for some strange man and flirting. Inside I made myself shrink and kicked myself for not asking for braids. The man would not have asked me to shake braids, and my mother wouldn’t be so angry. 

We got onto the boat, and more men complimented me on my rich hair. I loved my long, thick, jet black hair, but it was becoming too much. My mother snarled at me every time a grown man said something about my hair. Pretty soon I retreated to my cabin. I didn’t want to make her angry on our trip. Grown men made comments about the way that I walked, and my mother admonished me for sashaying in front of those men. 

When I could no longer stand being in the cabin, we docked in the Bahamas. I got on a boat to take me to the island. I loved the beach and couldn’t wait to sink my toes into white sand and seashells. The man driving the boat did not compliment me on my rich hair. I thought I was finally safe, but he leaned forward and whispered to me, “I’m going to keep you here with me to be mine.” My skin crawled, and immediately I jumped back, bumping into people. I thought one of them would catch me, save me. Somebody must have heard what he said to me. 

“Stop being so dramatic. Just accept the compliment,” my mother hissed. “There’s no reason for you to make him feel like that. He was obviously joking, and you crushed his ego. Now look at how uncomfortable you’ve made this ride for everyone.” 

After that week, I promised myself that once I was away from my mother that I would never care about a man’s comfort. I’d never wait for a man to tell me I was pretty, and I would never perform pretty for a man. Twenty years later, I’d get my test. A man would offer to send me a picture of his penis, and I’d laugh about it and politely decline just to assuage the preposterous notion. I’d ask him what I said that made him think I wanted that from him. Somehow I’d blame myself for not shrinking myself so that this man wouldn’t notice me. 

I failed you, young me. I’m sorry. 

#novemberwritingchallenge #day10

[wandaprilasmita]

Hujan Awal November

Minggu pagi awal november 

Ada yang menyapa Dibalik jendela kamar 

Sendu 

Samar samar 

Lalu rindu 

Dingin 

Kau sapa dirimu hujan 

Tidak, kupikir kau kenangan 

Ku rangkul kaki ku kedepan 

Kau malah tak diam 

Menyapa tapi tak nyata 

Sungguh, Kau ini hujan atau kenangan 

Minggu pagi awal november 

Ada senyum lirih dibalik jendela kamar 

Dibalik tetes tetes embun yang tak beretika 

Sudah jangan kau bahas 

Aku mau lihat kedepan 

Ada yang menunggu pada esok, tanpa berkabar, tanpa kepastian 

Akan kujemput 

Sabar 

Pagi ini ada yang perih 

Ada yang tunduk disapa masa lalu 

Tapi tak mau berteriak 

Tak mau yang dibalik jendela mendengar 

Dia tak tau Jika tuhan pasti punya rencana lain 

Jangan kau dengar 

Yang diluar jendela masih absurd, hujan atau kenangan 

Bisikan saja pada hatimu 

Yang lalu biarlah berlalu 

Yang didepan ada tuhanmu 

Minggu pagi ini aku bisu 

Terimakasih tuhanku 

Dan kau yang absurd 

 Aku penikmatmu

Minggu pagi, 5 November 2017

#hujan #teen #filosofi #november #novemberwritingchallenge #novemberwish #katawanda

[writerjaylong]

Suffer those who battle love, for its sword will cut you jagged. its blade only meant to bleed you dry. Left alone, a once noble and beating heart, lies broken and battle torn, seeking eternal peace at the hands of its captor #EternalPeace for my #NovemberWritingChallenge ___ #lovequotes #jaylong #quotes #beautiful #love #picoftheday #lifequotes #bestoftheday #quoteoftheday #wordporn #spilledink #wordsmith #writersofinstagram #writersofig #poetsofig #poetsofinstagram #storyteller #poetry #writing #writer #poetrycommunity #newyork #writerjaylong #typewriter #artistsofinstagram #authorsofinstagram (at New York, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/BwE5klyBfo8/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=7zt1i63rzhhn

#eternalpeace #novemberwritingchallenge #lovequotes #jaylong #quotes #beautiful #love #picoftheday #lifequotes #bestoftheday #quoteoftheday #wordporn #spilledink #wordsmith #writersofinstagram #writersofig #poetsofig #poetsofinstagram #storyteller #poetry #writing #writer #poetrycommunity #newyork #writerjaylong #typewriter #artistsofinstagram #authorsofinstagram

[geofflewriter]

The Triangulation Of Superheroes #novemberwritingchallenge

This is written for D Wallace Peach’s November Writing Challenge

‘Hi, Bat, you okay to take a call?’

‘Who is it, Alfred?’

‘The Mayor of Gotham. Sounds a bit angsty.’

‘He’s always angsty. Put him on.’

The Bat smoothed his cape and noticed a tear with annoyance. You just couldn’t get a decent cape these days. A couple of conflagrations, maybe a small Armageddon and pfft! You’re off…

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#creative writing #november writing challenge

[cappecat]

yall i have to see more mordecai x zib. This is an order.

#lackadaisy #lackadaisy mordecai #new writers on tumblr #november #novemberwritingchallenge #writing #zib lackadaisy #zibcai #lackadaisy zib #dorian zibowski #mordecai lackadaisy #mordecai heller

[fjadwrites]

⚜️REPOSTED⚜️ . #WIPSongChallenge Day 6: A song for your MC. . The title of the song I chose for Tennouji Helen is Lee Soo Young's "Will It Reach You?", which was one of the songs featured in the soundtrack of the Korean drama "Jang Ok-jung: Live For Love". I chose this for her because of her past in which it eventually made her unable to communicate with anyone with regards to her feelings. And when she met the chosen Vessels, it became a struggle for her to express her feelings, especially to the person who could truly see her and wormed his way to her heart. . . #writing #writingchallenge #novemberwritingchallenge #instachallenge #hashtagchallenge #wattpad #blogger #writerph #writerslife #writerofinstagram #aesthetic #writingaesthetic #hundredheavensknightschronicles #ReiyoukiSentaiSeitenger https://www.instagram.com/p/CIM9URgji3X/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#wipsongchallenge #writing #writingchallenge #novemberwritingchallenge #instachallenge #hashtagchallenge #wattpad #blogger #writerph #writerslife #writerofinstagram #aesthetic #writingaesthetic #hundredheavensknightschronicles #reiyoukisentaiseitenger

[rhiannon310]

Day 15

Describe a go to fall outfit

El otoño es mi estacioné favorita del año.  Normalmente durante el otoño yo prefiero los colores negro, rojo, y amarillo.  Por ejemplo el viernes yo llevaba los vaqueros y una camisa negra.  Yo tengo una amarilla bufanda y es muy bonita. Un abrigo es muy importante porque por la mañana y por la noche es frío. Ese es mi ropa para otoño.

#spain #spanish #travel #studyabroad #spanish practice #novemberwritingchallenge #writingchallengenovember #Spanish writing

[jasminesuntrell]

Day 2 - An unexpected event.

I Didn’t Order That

Number one, spicy extra pickles to the side add bacon and pepperjack, please. Hi-C, lite ice Yes. Polynesian sauce. Thank you.

I refused to wait while he slowly placed his order. I scurried over to the booth I like in the back, near the play center and I waited impatiently for my chicken sandwich and waffle fries. THIS is my cheat meal and I deserve!

I watch him move with the urgency of a snail as he brings me my food. Anticipation of the grease, the spices, the sweet, diabetic inducing stickiness of the racistly named, "Polynesian" sauce and my extra pickles… I can't survive without my extra pickles.

You would think I would take my time- enjoy every morsel for who knows when the next time I will have something not whole in grain or vegetable but I shove larges pieces past my fat lips and the Polynesian sauce has dripped down my chin all over my bosom but I don't care about this shirt anyway. The only thing I care about right now is stealing the rest of his waffle fries because mine are all gone.

He stops my hand mid-reach- "I have a surprise for you." "Close your eyes." He hands me a bag of the gooey, warm, chocolate chip cookies I love! I tear open the bag and a band of rose gold adorned with a beautiful pearl with 1/2 carat of diamond on each side falls out. And confetti.

There are no cookies at all.

He gives me a goofy smile and awkwardly drops to one knee. "So what do you say?" I say… "Where the fuck are my cookies?"

#woc poetry #novemberwritingchallenge #writing challenge #fiction #poetry #twcpoetry #my poetry #poem #jasmine writes poems #jasmine suntrell #Jasmine S. Wells #chick-fil-a #love #engagement #hungry #pickles #black poets society #black woman poet

[justmissjazz]

Nov. 15: How do you heal?

Initially, I avoid thinking about whatever it is that hurt me and block it out of my mind until I’m ready to begin dealing with it. Once I’m ready to deal with it, I listen to music to put me in the right state of mind. Like if it’s heartbreak I’ll listen to the same Joe Budden songs while I’m in my “angry” stage then I’ll start listening to Sounds of Blackness to start the “healing” phase. I also attend church on the regular which brings me peace and calms my soul. 

#novemberwritingchallenge #heal