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“Oh, my. Even I’m not that kinky.” He pulled his hands out of the pockets of his coat and started creeping in her direction.
“You know that’s not what I meant.” As he continued to get closer, she tried to yank her arms from the chair, but the rope was too tight. She froze as soon as she felt the back of his fingers brush against her cheek.
“Regardless, Evelyn, I told you that you would be thinking of me.”
“You’ve been on my mind mind a lot.” Seeing a smile blossom on his mouth, she continued. “Usually covered in blood and screaming. It puts me to sleep at night.”
It was even funny to him.
Funny that the man who married her was also the man to put her in her grave. Funny that the perpetrator was also the inheritor. Funny that more water leaked from the pores of his forehead than his eyes.
That’s the way life is.
He was the type of person who, after burying his wife, would shrug and say, “That’s the way life is.”
Writing Prompt (Inspired by This):
"You said that I would always be your thunder and you would always be my lightning.”
“And I meant it.”
“Then why are you leaving me?”
“Because the speed of light travels faster than the speed of sound.”
I’ll probably be posting more of my own original work more than anything, especially quotes/dialogue prompts and my responses to prompt blogs. I’ll make posts about original characters occasionally, I’m sure. Right now I’m pretty inactive, but I’m working to get my shit together, so if you’re interested, please do follow me?
I would really really love to follow more blogs that post:
original fiction/short stories/etc.
writing tips
writing resources
stuff about original characters
I’m currently following no writers at all and it breaks my heart! Reblog if you’re a writing blog so I can follow you!
Mini Introduction??
Well, shit. I need to write more, and meet some fellow writers on here, so here’s a mini introduction:
My name is Joyce, and I knew that I wanted to be an author since second grade. I love to learn about all forms of writing. As a child, I actually spent a lot of time analyzing books that I read. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I struggle with writing description, and I love to come up with quotes and write in my characters’ voices. My favorites are Terez’s and Allen’s. :’)
I’ll probably post writing prompts every once in a while, specifically writing prompts. I’ll mostly post little scenes that I imagine or my responses to writing prompts. If you ever want to shoot me a message or an ask, or reblog something I wrote and add onto it, please do! I would love to communicate with other writers!!
And one last thing: I adopted Holden Caulfield, Puck and Hamlet as my children. <3
"You nearly electrocuted yourself this morning by sticking a knife in the toaster while it was plugged in, you almost stumbled into the fire pit last night when you were the only one sober, you ate a brownie that had a label saying 'contains nuts' and had to be rushed to the hospital, and the fire department had to come to your house three times last week. How exactly do you find that to be a 'good start'?"
Writing Prompt #108
“If there’s anything I’ve managed to do pretty well in my life, so far it’s not die. So we’re off to a good start on that one.”
"Eliot, kicking, screaming and crying as an infant don't count."
“I swear I used to have ways to express my feelings that weren’t passive aggression and sarcasm.”
(Inspired by the first picture)
And to have thought that I was great at balancing as a child, lifting one foot in the air and placing it perfectly (through a kid’s eyes) in front of the other, on a railroad track that was paved out for me. Here I am now, stumbling on the tightrope we call life. There are no cleared paths. No parents ready to catch you if you slip. Only my arms out to support myself.
Picture prompt: Write a story or a character profile inspired by these pictures.
Try to use all of them!
(Pictures come from public domain/free use archives.)
"I walk around with a winter jacket in freezing weather to establish intelligence."
“I walk around with a t-shirt in freezing weather to establish dominance.”
“I may be dumb, but I’m not that dumb.” “She was picking up pizza outside of your dorm on your birthday and you thought that she was cancelling your guys’ dinner plans to eat with someone else.” “... It could have been a tad more clear.” “What did you want? A big arrow pointing to the box saying, ‘Pizza for Lilian’s surprise birthday party’?” “That would have cleared everything up, yes.”
Ashley's Alphabetical Prompts (pt. 2)
“As long as I’m not the one doing the plan, I’m cool with supporting it.”
“Bet me fifty bucks and I’ll do it.”
“Come on, you didn’t really believe that lie, did you?”
“Do you have any alcohol? I need it.”
“Everywhere I go, here you are. This is getting creepy.”
“For the love of God, I just wanted some coffee!”
“Give me that, you fiend.”
“How did you even get up there? Actually, I don’t want to know, never mind.”
“I may be dumb, but I’m not that dumb.”
“Just hurry up and leave, my mom’s going to be here soon.”
“Knucklehead is such a pure term, don’t you agree? Like, I want someone to insult me by calling me a knucklehead.”
“Look! Wait, don’t look, that’s gruesome. Oh…Oh wow.”
“Much appreciation, kind sir.”
“Never take anything I say seriously.”
“Over the bridge, take a right, there’s the body.”
“Plan F isn’t going so well, on to plan G?”
“Quiet! Don’t you see she’s sleeping?”
“Respect your elders, I’m seven months older than you so have to respect me.”
“Something tells me this isn’t just a kind visit, what do you want?”
“Try again, asshat, I’m still alive.”
“Unblock the damn door, I’m cold!”
“Vacant towns are probably my biggest fear.”
“Why did you do the exact opposite of what I said?”
“X,Y, and Z. I used to think ‘and’ was another letter.”
“You are the worst person in my life, but I love you.”
“Zip up your jacket, nobody wants to see that!”
“For the love of God, I just wanted some coffee!” Charlotte yelled.
I’m afraid she looked to the wrong person. Wait, does Eleanor’s sister not even know the truth?
Allen looked over at Eleanor, who clutched her cup tighter and stared at the ground. “I’m afraid she’s still overcoming a cold. And it wasn’t pleasant. She nearly lost her voice for a couple of days, so I’m sure she’s just worried about the possibility of you catching it. You can take a sip of mine, but I drink my coffee black,” Allen said, handing over his cup. “If you wouldn’t mind, thank you.” Charlotte took a sip and let out a sigh. “I should get going. I’ll see you both at dinner tonight.” “Yes, of course,” Allen responded. Once Charlotte turned the corner, he lowered his voice and turned to Eleanor. “Not even your family knows that you disguise your hot chocolate as coffee?” “My other sisters do, and so do my parents. But Charlotte... I love her, but she can be condescending.” “Must be a first-child thing.” “Amelia’s nice!” “She wasn’t when I got that haircut back in middle school.” Allen grimaced at the memory of her sister messing up his hair each morning. “But Allen. A bowl cut?” “Next time, I’ll let Charlotte take a sip of your ‘coffee.’”
@tfw-all-good-usernames-are-taken
Ashley's Alphabetical Prompts (pt. 2)
“As long as I’m not the one doing the plan, I’m cool with supporting it.”
“Bet me fifty bucks and I’ll do it.”
“Come on, you didn’t really believe that lie, did you?”
“Do you have any alcohol? I need it.”
“Everywhere I go, here you are. This is getting creepy.”
“For the love of God, I just wanted some coffee!”
“Give me that, you fiend.”
“How did you even get up there? Actually, I don’t want to know, never mind.”
“I may be dumb, but I’m not that dumb.”
“Just hurry up and leave, my mom’s going to be here soon.”
“Knucklehead is such a pure term, don’t you agree? Like, I want someone to insult me by calling me a knucklehead.”
“Look! Wait, don’t look, that’s gruesome. Oh…Oh wow.”
“Much appreciation, kind sir.”
“Never take anything I say seriously.”
“Over the bridge, take a right, there’s the body.”
“Plan F isn’t going so well, on to plan G?”
“Quiet! Don’t you see she’s sleeping?”
“Respect your elders, I’m seven months older than you so have to respect me.”
“Something tells me this isn’t just a kind visit, what do you want?”
“Try again, asshat, I’m still alive.”
“Unblock the damn door, I’m cold!”
“Vacant towns are probably my biggest fear.”
“Why did you do the exact opposite of what I said?”
“X,Y, and Z. I used to think ‘and’ was another letter.”
“You are the worst person in my life, but I love you.”
“Zip up your jacket, nobody wants to see that!”
“What do you mean ‘If I get arrested’?”
“Right, sorry. When. When you get arrested, I don’t know you.”
“If you get arrested, I don’t know you.”
Or:
-A mother wondering why her son's bracelet is still a cold color, unchanged from the day of his birth, only to receive a phone call from the hospital later that day, informing her of a car accident involving her son.
-The bracelet being somewhere in between a cold color and a warm color when (s)he dies, but the color still changes after death.
-A child is born with a clear bracelet.
-One day the bracelet stops changing color before it reaches white.
-A bracelet stops changing to warmer colors, and it starts reverting back to colder colors.
-A bracelet turns black before it reaches white.
-The bracelet actually changes color as the individual's feelings for his/her soulmate grows. A young woman who struggles to show her true feelings sees that her bracelet is a warm color and tries to hide it.
Soulmate AU
A Soulmate AU where everyone is given a bracelet at birth that expands with growth, but you can never take off. It changes colors, starting at cold ones. But, the closer you are/ get to your Soulmate, the brighter and warmer the colors it changes to. And then, when you reach/ find your Soulmate, the bracelet turns completely white. But once your Soulmate dies, the bracelet turns completely black.
Re-blog if you can write in cursive.
I heard cursive is dying. I want to see who still uses it.
“To find beauty in such a thing. Snowflakes falling from the sky. Shoved this way and that by the wind. Nothing to hold onto. No stability. None. Powerless concerning where it will end up in the end. To begin with such originality, such uniqueness, none of the other snowflakes having that individual snowflake’s same pattern, only for it to fall atop the others and then be viewed as a blanket of white, stripped of it’s individuality to fade amongst its fellow snowflakes.”
“I suppose it is a monstrosity to take delight from looking out the window...”
“And to instead ignore the beauty that the world has to offer? To turn away from millions of snowflakes dancing to a song that only they can hear until, one by one, they join the other snowflakes to stay or melt together and are ready to catch and care for other snowflakes that wish to join them?”
“Good God, you make my head hurt.”
“I make you think. A hurting head is a sign of a lazy mind. Never let your mind grow lazy, Alice.”
The young man looked at her with furrowed eyebrows. “You hate that they’re happy?”
“No,” Terez corrected, “I hate that I can feel their happiness, but I still have yet to feel my own.”
Prompt #650
“I can feel everyone’s happiness…I hate it.”
Sam’s Advice #1
Alright, so apparently there are people in the world whom need some advice, and decided that it’d be a good idea to come to me. But I suppose that I’ll grace you all with my wisdom. First letter I’ve got here is from Anonymous:
Dear advice columnist (that is really just fucking Sam),
I've known this guy for quite a while now and I really like him, I just feel like we never have the right time or moment for me to make a move of some sort. Also sometimes he acts strangely, as if he doesn't know me all that well. What can I do to become closer to him and see if he likes me?
Well, Ro- I mean “Anonymous,” I’m going to take a guess and say that you both know each other pretty well already. So really, you just need to tell Ze- the guy how you feel and figure out how he feels, you need to wait for that right moment.
Just like a writer waiting for THE RIGHT words to write something (breaking down the fourth wall and calling out the blogger), or a photographer needs THE RIGHT scenery to take a picture.
I totally get it. I mean, waiting for wind to blow the trees leaves just right, or for every strand of my model’s hair to be just right, or when I’m taking pictures at the zoo then for the animals to get in the right positions-
If I wanted for the right time to take a picture, I would be living in a box on the side of the road while other photographers, real photographers, seized all of the opportunities that I passed up in sake of waiting for perfection.
Take charge of the situation and make it the right moment, before someone else does. As much as I hate having to type out this cheesy shit, if you keep waiting for the right moment, you will become an old woman or man living alone while children are throwing eggs at your house. And making the moment right would make your confession much more memorable. For all you know, this mystery man may be acting strangely because he likes you back and is also waiting for the right moment that neither of you are willing to create.
So in short, get your head out of your ass and do something about your feelings.
This has been a session of Sam’s Advice with your favorite asshole, Samuel Raegan.
// Ask Sam for advice! But not for legitimate advice. Sam is a bit of an ass and this is solely for comedic purposes.
Ask Allen and Eleanor for a movie review.
The wise words of Sam Raegan, to be honest.
True love is when your desire for the object of your affection to be happy is greater than your desire to bone them.
He removed his scarf and hung it on the coat rack. The tips of his slender fingers ran over one button and fiddled with it, and then another, until his coat joined his scarf. His eyes wandered over to the tree in the corner of the room and he admired the lights and tinsel strung around it. His eyes lingered on the star on top as he walked around the couch to get a closer view, only for his foot to bump into something.
There sat his short, fiery partner by his foot. There was ribbon tied around Brea’s wrists and ankles, and a poorly tied bow on the top of her head that could have been done by none other than Jake, his mischievous best friend. A piece of duct tape covered her mouth. Surely he must have forced some concoction on her to negate her powers, otherwise he would have found Jake lying by his foot wrapped in gauze.
Despite the demon’s lack of mobility, she still thrashed this way and that, and her face was turning as red as the bow on her head. Alex let out a low chuckle and knelt in front of her. As he started to reach out for the bow, he saw a small card tucked in her shirt pocket. Alex pulled it out and recognized his best friend’s hand-writing.
No return policy.
Holiday Prompts
I was going to hold off on posting these, but then I realised Hanukkah has already started so I figured I’d better hop to it!
The protagonist’s best friend is taken aback by some of their family’s unconventional holiday traditions
What is your character’s favourite part of the holidays?
“No school! Now I will have time to build my reactor!”
Your protagonists’ one wish for the holiday season
The best present anybody has ever given in the history of planet earth
Talking holiday food
A spell is cast that causes your character to sing holiday songs nonstop
“No return policy.“
@tfw-all-good-usernames-are-taken drew Alex and Brea. Some more of my precious babies!
And this baby too!
Aesthetic post: Eleanor
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My amazing (but rude) friend made aesthetics for my baby.
Aesthetic post: Allen
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