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writingthethoughtsaway · 3 months

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“Do you have any idea of how many little things remind me of you everyday?”

- S. C. C.

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itsokaytodreamincolor · 1 day

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Being right isn’t worth dying for.

- things I wish I knew earlier.

- [i.r.] // [05.05.24.]

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foreshvdowing · 1 year

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some people will kill you, and then they still won’t expect you try and hurt them from the afterlife

fuck healing / i want to haunt

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jarofsin · 1 year

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this laptop knows/knew/remembers you - six word story

#poem #poetry #writing #creative writing #spilled ink #spilled words #spilled thoughts #spilled feelings #my poetry #i lost you #six word story #six word sentence #i loved you #i remember you

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moldofthefawn · 1 year

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"You ruined my day last night."

-six word story / six word sentence | tb

#my writings #writing #poetry #poem #prose #consciousness #healing #six word story #six word sentence

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burntsecrets · 1 year

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Vacation – #SixSundays

Palm trees blowing in the breeze.

#six word sentence #six word story #writing community #creative writing #writing prompt #writing exercises #writer #writer problems #writers on tumblr #female writers #a writer's life #writer struggles #writerscommunity #women writers #writerslife

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annooniemous · 2 years

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He know but he didn't care.

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crystal-charlotte-lynch · 1 year

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Six word story challenge

“Still Me”

By Crystal Charlotte Lynch

Still naive: growing up. Still me.

#short story #six word memoir #sixwordstories #six word story #six word poem #six word poetry #six word sentence #flash fic challenge #writerscorner #writers of tumblr

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creativepromptsforwriting · 7 months

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Six Word Sentences

"Do what you have to do."

"Not what I came here for."

"What do you want from me?"

"Don't talk to me ever again."

"I will see you later, ok?"

"What a silly question to ask."

"I can't stop thinking of you."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Feel free to never come back."

"You are always on my mind."

"That was such a dumb idea."

"Do you have a better plan?"

"I don't feel like doing that."

"What more is there to lose?"

"Don't you see that I'm hurting?"

"I love you, but not enough."

"A little help would be great."

"You can't handle a little pressure."

"I know what I am doing."

"My life is empty without you."

"How am I supposed to know?"

"I don't want to hear it."

"This was a spectacularly bad plan."

"It's good to know you're safe."

"Don't come near me ever again!"

"What a silly thing to say."

"I couldn't care less about you."

"This is not what I expected."

"Where are my manners, my dear."

"I can't risk losing you again."

#six word sentences #writing prompts #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing inspiration #creative writing #writing ideas

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gingerjolover · 7 months

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idea from your prompt list… i’m thinking reader saying number 28 regarding jbs tramp stamp. a little “me and the boys are getting tattoos” and her not giving reader any other info… then boom. tramp stamp.

I was in the middle of writing something about the tramp stamp and was so stuck, and this helped me sm so thank you anon :)

wc is somewhere around 700 words (short king!)

julien baker x fem!reader - #28 "This not what I expected."

"Are you sure you don't want to come?" Julien is murmuring against your skin, her lips leaving small kisses on your cheek and jaw. She's half snuggled into you, her body hanging off the bed, arms effectively pinning you down. A yawn escapes you; she pulls back, eyes wide and teasing as she watches you yawn, a grin stretching across her face. It's like she can't help it, leaning in and kissing you again, moving up to your temple.

"Where are you going again?" you mumble sleepily. She laughs lightly, mumbling against your skin, "the boys and I are getting tattoos”. She smiles, kissing underneath your ear when you hum in acknowledgment.

"You'll be back by lunch?" you murmur, half asleep, leaning into your girlfriend's affections. "Mhm, should be back by 1:30... you want me to bring you something?" Julien asks, rubbing your back and pressing a kiss to your head. She wants nothing more than you to come with her to the tattoo shop, but she also wants you to rest, your body not used to traveling the way hers is.

"Will you guys eat lunch with me?" you mumble, Julien smiling softly down at you, convinced there's nothing sweeter than your sleepy talk. "Yeah...Phoebe, Luce, and I will get take out and bring it home...okay?" she says, rubbing down your back, tapping your butt. "Can I have a hug?" she asks, standing up from the bed. She chuckles, watching you roll over, eyes lighting up when your arms widen, nuzzling into your chest and neck, your hands rubbing her back and patting her head. "You're squishing me..." you breathe out. She squeezes harder, chuckling into your neck, "I wish I could crawl into you....is that weird?" she asks, lips attached to your skin. "You're weird."

"Okay, I'm gonna go if you're going to bully me..." she says, standing up, pinching your hip, and rubbing your bare thigh. She scoffs when you don't respond, your eyes remaining closed before a tiny smirk blossoms on your face. "You're so mean," she says, slapping your thigh softly.

"I love you, Jay," you murmur, watching her slip on a jacket. "I love you, sweet girl," she responds, kissing you again quickly.

"Have fun!" you say, yawning again. Julien blows a kiss, leaving the house.

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It's about 2:00 when Julien returns, Phoebe and Lucy following behind her. "Hi," Phoebe says excitedly, smacking a kiss on your cheek before shoving her arm in your eyeline. "Oh sick!" you exclaim, tracing the outside of the wrapping. "It looks good, P," you smile at her; she happily hums, putting bags of food on the table. Lucy greets you similarly, kissing your head before showing you hers as well, "I love that you guys have more than one matching tattoo," you giggle. "It's almost like we love each other or something," Lucy smirks, teasing you softly.

"Let me see JB," you request, your girlfriend showing you the same matching tattoo and your initial on her ring finger. "You're insane," you murmur, blushing deeply. She smirks, kissing the corner of your mouth, wrapping you in her arms, her hands on your ass. Your hands rub her lower back, and she winces softly, pulling away. "What did I do?" you ask, panicked, "Are you okay?"

Lucy and Phoebe laugh, "No way, did you not tell her?" "Julien!" "Babe, she got a tramp stamp!" Phoebe and Lucy say, talking over each other. Your ears perk up, hearing ”tramp stamp”.

"YOU WHAT?" you exclaim, eyes wide. Julien giggles sheepishly, lifting her shirt and turning around, her jeans sitting low on her hips.

Absurd Freedom. Your girlfriend...has a tramp stamp... that says 'absurd freedom'.

She turns back around, looking at you with waiting eyes. Phoebe and Lucy freeze, watching Julien watch you digest what you just saw. They glance nervously at each other, actively knowing that you'll support Julien no matter what but also knowing that Julien thinks very highly of your opinion.

"This is not what I expected."

"I- but- okay is- are you mad?" Julien stammers.

"Of course not, I just- you're such a nerd," you say, smiling wide. "The myth of Sisyphus... made you get a tramp stamp?"

"You scared me!" Julien exclaims, making Lucy and Phoebe laugh.

"Oh my god, you drama queen, let's eat," you say, pulling her into you and kissing her head.

"Should've seen the look on JB's face after she showed you," "Shut up Phoebe!"

#anon cutie #six word sentences prompts #boygenius mini fic #julien baker x fem!reader #julien baker x reader #julien baker mini fic #julien baker #julien baker tramp stamp #she is an icon honestly

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inexplicifics · 2 months

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For the 6 word prompt, Aiden and Milena (perhaps first meeting?) "Where are my manners, my dear?"

“You brought a human home?” the extremely handsome and very sharp-toothed man who Milena is trying very hard not to assume is a vampire hisses angrily at the brawny and…distressingly wolfish redhead who rescued Milena from the bottom of the ravine.

“She was hurt! What the fuck was I supposed to do?” the redhead retorts angrily.

The really-hopefully-not-a-vampire sighs and his shoulders slump as he rubs his forehead. “I suppose I can’t argue with that,” he says wearily, and then turns to Milena. “But where are my manners, my dear? I apologize for my discourtesy. Let’s get that ankle looked at, and then we can see about calling someone to come pick you up.”

“Thank you,” Milena says meekly. “I am very sorry to intrude.”

“It’s hardly your fault,” the please-let-him-not-be-a-vampire says, giving the redhead a pointed look and then sinking to his knees to examine her ankle. “How did you end up hurt out in the Reserve anyway?”

“I was walking with my sister,” Milena says. “And I - must have tripped -” She can’t quite remember how it happened, actually. She is quite sure she was being careful of her footing, but one moment she was walking along, enjoying the brisk fall air and the surprisingly pleasant conversation with Marta, and the next moment everything was a confused welter of rocks and leaves until she fetched up at last at the bottom of the ravine. She couldn’t see Marta, and her sister didn’t reply when she called out, either. No one did. Presumably Marta went to the park rangers to tell them what had happened, though it was evening by the time the redhead found Milena, more than long enough for Marta to have reached the ranger station barely a mile from where Milena fell -

“There wasn’t an alert on the radio,” the redhead says gruffly. “Only thing today was some dipshit setting off fireworks up by Borch’s cave.”

“Ah,” the at-least-he’s-a-polite-vampire? says thoughtfully. “That does put a different complexion on matters. Go and get me the first aid kit, pup, and we’ll see about getting a meal into this poor girl before we start investigating.” He looks up and gives Milena a smile that would be quite reassuring if not for the extremely pointy canine teeth. His eyes are very green, and catch the light in a very strange way. “Be welcome as a guest in our house,” he says gently. “No harm will come to you here.”

Somehow, despite everything, Milena believes him. “Thank you,” she says softly. “I am grateful for your kindness.”

And in years to come, she learns exactly how true that kindness is.

Or here on AO3!

#questions answered #ask meme #six word sentences #m'laiden

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writingthethoughtsaway · 2 years

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“I’ve always loved stories. Maybe I already knew escaping reality was my only chance to smile.”

- S. C. C.

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bigassbowlingballhead · 29 days

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Sunday Sentences 4/7/2024

hello hello hello friends and thank you so much for all the tags already today from so many people I'll put under the cut

Even though I've been suffering from major bi-weewoo-confirmed brainrot, (a related wip has been started) I've managed to squeeze out a little more of the taynick coachella fic.

Nick follows Taylor into his bedroom and looks around. The walls are covered with photos of him smiling with his friends and family. He has a framed photo of his younger self on his nightstand – he can’t be more than seven or eight years old – and there’s already some clothes spread out on the bed. “What’s all this?” Nick asks as he gestures to the bed. “Honestly? I didn’t think we’d find anything at your place so I pulled out a couple options before I came over.” “Thanks for the bode of confidence, you little fucker.”

tags from: @duchessdepolignaca03 @wordsofhoneydew @onthewaytosomewhere @sunnysideprince @nocoastposts @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @getmehighonmagic @magicandarchery @littlemisskittentoes @thinkof-england @captainjunglegym @firenati0n

some no pressure tags: @sparklepocalypse @anincompletelist @eusuntgratie @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @cha-melodius @heysweetheart-writes @affectionatelyrs @happiness-of-the-pursuit @lostcol @onward--upward @sheepywritesfics @groversimhadri @taste-thewaste @cactusdragon517 @inexplicablymine @dreamsinthewitchouse @doublecheekeddiaz @fivequartersoftheorange @oxfordslutphase

#whew doggy that's a lot of tags #gotta go through and read all of your lovely words nowwww #six sentence sunday #taynick #taynick coachella fic #jon writes now?

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whatevertheweather · 2 months

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It's Sunday again! And daylight savings, which has tripped me up and then also kicked me, but whatever. I'm excited to read everyone's posts later, though I haven't yet because I've actually been writing (!!!) and moreover, writing the right thing (!!!!).

So here are some samplings from the final chapter of Musical Chairs, which probably will not be ready by my arbitrarily chosen date of March 15th, but hopefully will be ready by...April.

First, Baz.

And the contrast between the couples he was envying sent him right back into a bitter spiral, because clearly his standards were anything at all, please lord someone love me. Whatever part of his brain had been responsible for pressing RSVP on this event, Baz would be isolating it and burning it at the stake. “We’re still winning, then,” Baz observed, because he was fucking losing.

And Simon.

Simon was, quite suddenly, about to fucking lose it. He wanted things from him. Like attention and companionship and full frontal contact. Who the fuck was this guy. Where had he been. Simon was, actually, awash in a furious sense of injustice over it, because Agatha had known Baz existed in this world. Every second she'd spent acting like Simon’s best mate, and she hadn’t told him, hadn’t warned him this man was just out there, walking around, not being appreciated.

Thanks and hellos and the like under the cut <3

Thanks for the tags today: @youarenevertooold @cutestkilla @artsyunderstudy @forabeatofadrum @run-for-chamo-miles

And hello and thanks for tags other days: @fatalfangirl @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @whogaveyoupermission @nightimedreamersworld @facewithoutheart @alexalexinii @mooncello @rimeswithpurple @bookish-bogwitch @martsonmars @aristocratic-otter @thewholelemon

#the level of accomplishment I feel about writing today is not proportionate to the number of words I've managed #but it's fine #as long as I don't think about how many words are left #we'll get there #six sentence sunday #my writing

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jamietarttsnorthernattitude · 3 months

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Six Seven Sentence Sunday

“Zava’s not going to play decoy, Coach. There’s no fucking way.”

“Well, I think we have to give him a chance, don’t you think, Jamie? If I remember correctly, you weren’t all that keen about the play either originally,” Ted said and Jamie suddenly felt like a child being scolded like he so often had since Zava signed with Richmond.

“Yeah, but—“

“I thought this would be what you wanted, Jamie. I know you’ve been missing scoring goals, so this is a way to get you the ball so you can score.”

#ruh roh #fic: gave me your word and now i can’t pronounce it #febuwhump #wip #six sentence sunday #jamie tartt #ted lasso #zava #caution: whump ahead

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burntsecrets · 1 year

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Purity – #SixSundays

Snowflakes danced, untouched by human hands.

#Six word story #six word sentence #six word writing exercise #writers on Tumblr #writer struggles #writers life #writers corner #writersofinstagram #writerscommunity #creative writing #fanfic #fan fiction #flash fiction #ao3 fanfic #writers on tumblr #fanfiction #writerscorner #writerslife #writing prompt

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