#timed writing

[claire321r]

What love is

The music of the movie we'd been watching began to crescendo as the lead man dashed through crowded streets with a look of panic on his face. He reached out and grabbed the wrist of the woman who'd been featured throughout before she could board a train with doors held open. Tears were streaming down his face and his mouth was moving, but the direction let the music take the lead.

Eventually the doors closed and the train departed with the two left standing on the platform, hitching back tears as they embraced. And I could also feel my eyes getting wetter as the scene played out.

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"I just dont think it makes sense," Jessie complained as we made our way back into the afternoon sun. "There are other way's to get a hold of her. Why not just send her a text and tell her to wait instead of causing trouble for all those people. He wouldn't have to rush to beat the train then."

"I suppose..." I sipped the last bit of my cola before tossing it in a bin we were passing.

"And all those romance movies are full of clesheys too," she continued. "They just start bleeding together... I'll know I watched this one but I wouldn't be able to tell you who the characters were... I can barely remember even now, and we were just watching it ten minutes ago."

We hit an intersection and had to wait for the crosswalk.

"I dunno... Maybe it's just played up for dramatic effect but love can't make you that stuipd."

"Well... People in real life do some crazy things for what they think is love." We stepped off the curb as we were given the signal to cross and I continued. "Heck, my dad traveled halfway across the world to meet my mom. He left everything behind and came here with basically nothing."

"Sure, but that's not normal."

"I suppose, but is there even a 'normal' for love? Everyone experiences it differently..."

"Well then what's love to you, Ms. Love-expert?"

We walked in silence a bit while I thought about what Jessie had asked.

"Honestly... I'm not sure. I don't know if I've felt love yet so it's hard for me to know what it is."

"What do you think it is then?"

"Well probably a mixture of things. I've had crushes before, and the light feeling in my chest from those would probably be a part. Maybe having them come to mind randomly too, if they took up that much of my brain. If being with them made me happy, and I wanted them to be happy too..."

"Aren't you just describing a friend?"

"Woudn't you want the person you love to be your best friend?"

"... On the scale of friend to enemy, a friend would probably be best... Even though enemies-to-lovers is a pretty common trope for romances."

"But those are just stories," I pointed out. "I'd worry about real relationships built like that."

We passed through a set of turnstyles and made our way to a platform.

"I personally think that friends slowly growing to lovers is a much sweeter feeling. Starting off slow and building over the years. Sharing interests and experiences with each other." I continued as I noticed my train pulling into the station and could feel my face groing a little warmer. "Kind of like how we started, but going further..."

Jessie stood there just studying my face for a bit with her own cheeks a little flushed.

The chime to signal the train was about to leave sounded and I started towards it. "Sorry for saying something so weird. I'll see you later."

"Wait, Dawn!" Jessie called and grabbed my wrist. The doors of my train closed and it departed. I turned around to find that the redness in her face had spread. "You can't just go saying things like that and dashing off... Would you... want to hang out a little longer?"

I could feel a lightness in my chest growing as I offered my reply of "Sure!"

#my writing #original story #yuri #short story #personal writing #lesbian #story #girls love #lgbtq #timed writing #quick write #practice #writers on tumblr #original characters #my ocs #my art #my post #budding romance

[robotlearnstolove]

2024-04-17

Fireside at Dusk

The fire in the rusted iron box crackled in the centre of the campsite, occasionally throwing a burst of sparks up into the evening sky. With the sun long gone, the sky had darkened to the point that, if one were to look upward, they would only just make out the shapes of the treetops against the dark blue. The fire, which was quickly becoming the only source of light in sight, cast its flickering orange light onto the tents, the car, the picnic table and onto the faces of the three people who sat around it.

The three friends sat around the fire in a near perfect circle, each of them sitting roughly the same distance from one another. None of them had planned or even noticed this symmetry in the same way, ten year prior, none of them had planned to still be friends and go on this camping trip together. Like most things in life, it was just the way things had ended up because things always ended up somewhere.

#creative writing #writing #writer #writeblr #writers of tumblr #writers on tumblr #practice writing #write anything #just keep writing #fiction #ficlet #story #stories #storytelling #Scrivener #one hour #timed writing #unedited #draft #first draft #4/5

[o-ofirefly]

I'm doing a writing sprint to get a 1500-word essay done before tomorrow!

the rules I'm going by: I'll set a timer and write as much as I can in that time! than I'll set a new timer with double the time and try to write two times as many words! I'll repeat this until I'm finished! if I don't make it to the new word goal, I start over at the original time and reset my word count!

first timer: 5 minutes.

word goal: n/a.

first word count: 206.

second timer: 10 minutes.

word goal: 412.

second word count: 328.

third timer: 5 minutes.

word goal: n/a.

third word count: 210.

fourth timer: 10 minutes.

word goal: 420.

fourth word count: 393.

fifth timer: 5 minutes.

word goal: n/a.

fifth word count: 131

sixth timer: 10 minutes.

word goal: 262.

sixth word count: 270.

final word count: 1538.

total time: 45 minutes.

you can kind of see that by the end of the fifth round, I had lost my steam and just barely beat the sixth round! It's definitely worth it, though. I knocked out my draft in 45 minutes, and now I'll be going back to it to turn it into good writing!

my sprint was not about making something good. It was just about putting words on paper.

I would highly recommend this for anyone procrastinating their writing!

#essay writing #writer things #creative writing #writing #personal essay #sprint #timed writing

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

#yeehaw #1k #5k #10k #posts that got cursed. blasted. im making these tag updates after... 19 hours? #also i have been told it should say speech loss bc nonverbal specifically refers to the permanent state. did not know that! #unfortunately i fear it is so far past containment that even if i edited it now it would do very little. but noted for future reference #edit 2: nvm enough ppl have come to rb it from me directly that i changed the wording a bit. hopefully this makes sense #also. in case anyone is curious. though i doubt anyone who is commenting these things will check the original tags #1) my friend did not do this on purpose in any way. it was not intended to distract me or to hit on me. im a lesbian hes a gay man. cmon now #he felt very bad about it afterwards. i thought it was hilarious but it was very embarrassed and apologetic #2) “why didn't he use 🫵🏼?” didn't exist yet. “why didn't he use 🆗?” dunno! we'd been using a lot of hand emojis. 👌🏼 is an ok sign #like it makes sense. it was just a silly mixup. also No i did not invent 👉🏼👌🏼 as a gesture meaning sex. do you live under a rock #3) nonspeaking episodes are a recurring thing in my life and have been since i was born. this is not a quirky one-time thing #it is a pervasive issue that is very frustrating to both myself and the people i am trying to communicate with. in which trying to speak is #extremely distressing and causes very genuine anguish. this post is not me making light of it it's just a funny thing that happened once #it's no different than if i post about a funny thing that happened in conjunction w a physical disability. it's just me talking abt my life #i don't mind character tags tho. those can be entertaining. i don't know what any of you are talking about #Except the ppl who have said this is pego/ryu or wang/xian. those people i understand and respect #if you use it as a writing prompt that's fine but send it to me. i want to see it #aaaand i think that's it. everyday im tempted to turn off rbs on it. it hasn't even been a week

[sylvies-kablooie]

i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.

#i often wonder about how many things would be considered classic or high art had they only received the marketing #how many short films that were made for class could have been the most powerful thing you'd ever seen? if you'd seen them? #“you know the greatest films of all time were never made” etc etc #but like. these works of art ARE being made. it's just enjoyed by a smaller audience with equal impact though #i think about this one furry i used to follow on insta who had the coolest worldbuilding ever. it's been years. #thought prompted by that sketch of nimona from ten years ago that was just for a character design #posted to the creator's tumblr and now it's nominated for best animated feature film at the oscars #and by the genuine emotional reaction a fan comic made me feel. how much work had gone into it. how beautiful it was to me. #idk what to tag this but i hope whoever needs to hear it does #writing #writer #fandom #fandom culture #artist

[yeehawpim]

a comic about fix-it fanfics

#original comic #fanfic #fix it fic #fandom #dr who #bbc sherlock #avengers #my comic #my art #been thinking about the truly dumb amount of time I've spent reading fanfic #i started writing fix-it fic like a couple months ago and I Get It #teenage pim was a dumbass

[foldingfittedsheets]

Every sales job I’ve worked has that one item. The white whale. The biggest ticket you can sell. The sale you brag about when you’re chatting with other industry people.

When I sold mattresses it was a split king adjustable base. That’s two twin extra long mattresses next to each other to make a king, but each side can move independently. They’re insanely expensive and honestly kind’ve impractical but it was the biggest ticket thing to sell.

When I sold sex toys though our white whale was the 20lb ass. It was a female pelvis, a cut out from the waist to the tops of the thighs. It was hyper realistic material and cost about $500. I definitely had bigger tickets but not in one item typically.

In my time at the sex shop, I sold three. Each time was completely different in terms of how the guy acted about buying it. The first man was a little embarrassed and shy about it. I was professional and supportive as I rang it up. Once I handed him the receipt he looked at the box. Then he looked at me.

If you’ve ever wondered how big a box has to be to fit a 20lb ass let me just tell you: it’s pretty damn big. It’s an uncomfortably large armful of box and every side has a picture of the sex toy inside on it. It’s not subtle.

“Could I get a bag….?”

There was no bag that existed that could possibly contain all that ass. “Hang on,” I told him.

I got scissors and tape and covered the box in cut up black bags. Looking relieved he picked up his purchase and left.

The next man to buy one carried it proudly to the counter; self assured and not embarrassed in the least. When I said I didn’t have a bag, but I could wrap it for him he gave a hearty shrug and hefted it into his arms, marching out the door with the butt on full display.

The last man to get one was just kind’ve an odd guy. Not creepy, but eccentric. We got along great, and as I rang him up I said, “Well one guy wanted his taped over, and one guy carried it out. What would you prefer?”

“There’s no bags?”

“No store bags. I think our jumbo trash bags in the back might fit it….?” It seemed rude to suggest putting a $500 item into a trash bag, but he wasn’t bothered.

He considered this then said, “Bring me the trash bag.”

When I delivered it to him he still managed to surprise me. Instead of shoving the huge box into it he opened the box. He took out his new $500 sex toy, and all the little things it came with, tipping them unceremoniously into the trash bag.

“There! Now I don’t have to deal with the box later!”

I was slightly stunned but agreed that I could easily deal with the trash. Then in a move I still think about with delight he flung the trash bag over his shoulder like a Santa with a sack full of ass and sauntered out the door.

If this or my other escapades made you laugh you could pop a tip into my Ko-fi! For more like this check my tag "ffs foibles".

#ffs foibles #funny #story #writing #story time #sex shop #retail #funny story

[ursulaklegay]

its so scary to put yourself out there but a SINGLE message saying "hi i loved what you made it touched me in some way" makes it all worth it 10000%

#as a writer every time someone dms me saying thank you for what you do its like no THANK YOU for reading it and telling me #writing #art

[vampirictransgenderism]

not to be stardewposting again but

Elliott can't fucking say this shit when I'm dressed like THIS

What made him see me leave the house and kiss him looking like THIS

WITH THE JINGLING BOOTS. and decided "Yes, his courting plumage is immaculate. I must bed him immediately."

#it is year 4 and we are married #sdv #sdv elliott #stardew valley #sdv elliot x farmer #time to fucking. write my first sdv oneshot i guess.

[just-french-me-up]

the urge to write is like a cat meowing for dear life for someone to open the goddamn door, who then shows utter disinterest in said open door

#writing #writing nightmare #writeblr #writers #writer's problems #writing problems #fanfic writers #i just need TIME #IT'S COMING THERE'S JUST TOO MUCH HAPPENING #mine

[claire321r]

Donut Girl

Despite being a small little hole in the wall shop, Dustin's was a shop that was quite well visited. People would travel from across the state just to pick up donuts there. I was lucky enough for it to be on my way home.

Of course, being early afternoon, most people who would be stopping in for the day had already come and gone. If you were passing by in the morning you would see a line stretching out the door and people carrying multiple boxes back to their cars, but in the afternoon you would only really find one or two retirees at the tables inside having a coffee while they read the newspaper.

The afternoons were often slow enough that they would only have one person working the counter. On one of my stops, one Thursday afternoon, the girl behind the counter was someone I didn't expect to see.

She was someone I used to see around school previous years but hadn't that year. For some reason she always caught my eye in the hall, but I had never had the chance to say anything because our paths never crossed and we didn't have any classes together. 

After stopping in a couple times, I noticed that she was pretty regularly scheduled for the Thursday afternoon shift. According to the nametag she always wore, her name was Alaina. When I first visited I wasn't sure if she recognized me or not, but she didn't make any indication that she did.

For a couple weeks, I would stop in on Thursdays just to see her again, but my nervousness always got the best of me and I couldn't strike up a conversation. I would just go in, order and take my donuts to go. Plus, I didn't want to be a bother while she was working.

However, on one particular Thursday, things were quite different. Despite the usual slow pace, there was another girl positioned behind the counter too. It looked like Alaina was explaining something to her while they looked over a clip board. For some reason my heart sank a little, but I stepped up to the counter just like usual.

It didn't take long, but she eventually noticed me out of the corner of her eye before nudging the other girl with an elbow.

"Oh hey, How about you take this one," Alaina said to the new girl. She stepped aside to let the other girl take her spot at the register.

"G-good afternoon! How can I help you?" she said with a tinge of nervousness in her voice.

I let out a small sigh and robotically went through my usual order while she poked away at the register.

"Alright, anything else?" she said, a little more naturally.

"No, that should be everything."

"Okay... will you be paying with cash or card?"

"Card," I stated, pulling the piece of plastic out of my wallet.

"Okay. Please follow the instructions on the reader and I'll get your order ready!"

"No need." Alaina came up and placed a bag onto the counter right as my payment finished processing. "Your usual, right?"

"Uh... Yeah. Thanks." I could feel my cheeks redden just a little and the rock in my stomach subsided a little.

"Of course," she responded with a smile.

I collected my bag and started heading toward the door.

"Thank you!" The new girl called through the closing door.

I let out a sigh as I pulled one of my donuts from the bag.

"Hey! Morgan! Wait!" I heard a voice call from behind me.

I turned to see Alaina jogging towards me with another bag in her hand. When she got to me she held the bag out without saying anything.

"Um... What's that?"

"I... Um... Forgot one. So..."

"I'm pretty sure they were all here," I said, shaking my own bag...

"... Well, It already left the store so I can't take it back. Just take it. On me!" She said, shoving the other bag into my hands, before turning and jogging back to the store.

I watched her go until I lost her around a corner.

I inspected the second bag I had received. The top was crumpled from where Alaina had been gripping it, but inside was another of my favorite donut. The bag's exterior was also slightly different from the first I had been given. The phone number had been lined through and rewritten.

There was also some hastily scribbled text towards the bottom that read. "See you next Thursday! Or earlier if you want."

I could feel my cheeks reddening again as I stood there staring down at a donut in a bag.

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Did a timed creative session with my wife. She drew, I wrote. We agreed on a prompt to keep our ideas similar but beyond that we didn't share much of our ideas until we were done. We did use the same character names (on purpose) so that makes it a fun little connection too.

You can see and read her version over on Twitter at : https://twitter.com/HLophouse/status/1773574609939431547?t=d1dJEwAi190tgzxqdtYl2A&s=19

#short story #timed writing #yuri #practice #personal writing #my writing

[robotlearnstolove]

2024-04-26

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Her thoughts swirled as her consciousness spun as she followed what she knew was a precarious path. Each heartbeat pushed a new feeling through her body. Each step bounced her mind somewhere new. She forced herself to keep moving away from— away from—

Distracted and aimless, she failed to notice an oncoming passerby. For a moment, her aura intersected them. The brief intrusion of someone else in her consciousness hit her hard, a blow that cut straight into her skull, stopping her dead in her tracks, reeling, nauseated. As she doubled over, another person walked through her bubble from behind as they cut closely around her.

Her head now in agony, she fell straight onto her side. Winded by the fall, she reflexively tried to inhale and exhale at the same time, resulting in a brief choke, a gasp and a fit of coughs. In the tumult, she lost whatever tenuous grip she’d had on her aura.

The air around her immediately became hot, like the air that radiated from an iron stove, and it began to move around her in a tight circle around her head. Within a second, it was a breeze and, within another, it was like wind.

It happened so fast that Teele had no opportunity to react.

Rushing air and light roared around her. She felt the crowd around her disperse. She felt the immediate fear surge within every nearby. She felt their pain as the hot air scalded their skin, as the light and sound overwhelmed their senses as they jostled, knocked and stepped over one another in panic.

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#creative writing #writing #writer #writeblr #writers of tumblr #writers on tumblr #practice writing #write anything #just keep writing #fiction #ficlet #story #stories #story telling #one hour #timed writing #unedited #draft #first draft #Untitled #3/5

[aropride]

#text #copypasting a 21 chapter chat fic i wrote in 2018 into one big document #seeing glimpses of it #most of the time it's like. man. i did not write this #but then i see a phrase i was certain i came up with last year #and im like ah . so ive been making that joke since i was 15 ? #peer reviewed banger #rbsoff

[heywriters]

If you want to write a dumb little story with a dumb little plot and ridiculously silly characters. No one's stopping you. Genuinely, no one should be allowed to stop you. Write that dumb story with your whole heart and don't hold back.

#look I've deleted fics that made me feel awful #There's a time and a place #A good idea will come back to you again #But some things should be given time to settle #writeblr #writing tips #writing #writer advice #writers on tumblr

[nonbinary-arsonists]

I will take that rabbit and give him found family whether he LIKES IT or NOT.

Click for higher quality + alt text :)

#my art #digital art #comic #tadc #tadc fanart #tadc jax #tadc pomni #tadc kinger #tadc ragatha #tadc gangle #tadc zooble #the amazing digital circus #tadc comic #amazing digital circus #pomni #is. is caine in there. technically #ALT TEXT IS SO HARD OMGGGG #i had to write the 4th pages alt text like 4 times bc tumblr kept deleting it

[mebssann]

imagine you're living in the post apocalypse and your adopted dad still makes you do homework

#I just think it's cute that Marcy canonically learned how to read and write from Simon #adventure time #marceline abadeer #simon petrikov #fanart #digital art #my art