Last Line Tag

Last Line Tag

I’ve been kind of busy, kind of stressed from school and while I could have done this any time I sort of forgot... Sorry @writingamongthecoloredroses for forgetting I hope you accept by best (not really) words in apology.

Noelle looked Loire up and down and touched her chin in concentration, “Journalism, you seem like the type.”

Loire was surprised, she was almost right, journalism was one of her passions. And she had seriously considered majoring in it or just trying to get a job without a degree, but ruled against it. Bringing awareness to issues was one thing, but Loire didn’t just want to report on issues she wanted to change them. But besides that Noelle’s powers of observation were impressive, Loire wondered what else she could tell about her by just a glance and a few words. 

“That’s an amazing guess, but no,” Noelle’s face fell in a comical way and Loire laughed quietly, “Political science actually.” 

“Damn and here I thought you seemed like the honest type,” Noelle laughed and Loire laughed along with her, though only to be polite. She had heard the same joke ever since she started telling people her major, and had resigned herself to the fact that she would hear it much more in her lifetime.

I’ve been writing this story for like three days, but I’m actually loving it and I wonder if it’ll go anywhere. There’s less fantasy than my usual fare, but I can see a future with this story and I hope I’ll get there someday. 

Anyway for the tags, @phoenixisdabestwriter, @ohnoitsthebat, @andiwriteunderthemoon, and anyone else who wants to do it, I’m too apathetic to care.

Have an amazing autumn, and remember Halloween is just a month away. 

Last Line Tag

Real and completely apologizes for doing this a little late, I have been in a whirlwind of outlining. @writingamongthecoloredroses and @exceedinglysane thank you for including me in the game, I very much appreciate it. 

Now for the last I line I have written...

She smiled sadly at me and crawled back into bed, since she was already wearing her pajamas it didn’t take her long to fall asleep and having been in two fights that night it didn’t take me long either. 

I’m sure I’m going to continue with this story, the characters weren’t really speaking with me. But I very much enjoyed the practice writing fight scenes, and immoral characters have been on my mind lately. Watch out for that if I ever post a story again. 

I tag @vioaeon @keen2meecha @timefirewrites sorry if you have already done with before and as always feel free to ignore me but be sure to have the best day you can possibly have.

Yay Tag Game

This is my first non-writing related tag game so thank you so much for @dowings for tagging me, this sounds so introspective and fun I’m so happy to be part of this. 

Rules: Bold anything that applies to you, italicize things you aspire to, and tag nine people.

AIR

i have small hands / i love the night sky / i watch small animals and birds when i pass them by / i drink herbal tea / i wake to see dawn / the smell of dust is comforting / i’m valued for being wise / i prefer books to music / i meditate / i find joy in learning new truths from the world around me

FIRE

i don’t have straight hair / i like to wear ripped jeans and overalls / i play an organized sport / i love dogs / i am not afraid of adventure / i love to talk to strangers / i always try new foods / i enjoy road trips / summer is my favorite season / my radio is always playing

WATER

i wear bracelets on my wrists / i love the bustle of the city / i have more than one set of piercings / i read poetry / i love the sound of a thunderstorm / i want to travel the world / i sleep past midday most days / i love dimly lit diners and fluorescent signs / i rewatch kids’ shows out of nostalgia / i see emotions in colors not words

EARTH

i wear glasses or contacts / i enjoy doing the laundry / i am a vegetarian or vegan / i have an excellent sense of time / my humor is very cheerful / i am a valued advisor to my friends / i believe in true love / i love the chill of mountain air / i’m always listening to music / i am highly trusted by the people in my life

AETHER

i go without makeup in my daily life / i make my own artwork / i keep on track of my tasks and time / i always know true north / i see beauty in everything / i can always smell flowers / i smile at everyone i pass by / i always fear history repeating itself / i have recovered from a mental disorder / i can love unconditionally

Very deep questions and I fell like I’ve already releaved too much about myself and that I need to take a look in a mirror. Anyway I tag...

@vioaeon @keen2meecha @timefirewrites @writingamongthecoloredroses @probablyanedgeyperson @ohnoitsthebat @maggie-wolff-writes @andiwriteunderthemoon @fantasy-shadows

Sorry if you guys have already done this my cousins are in town so I don’t have time to check, but feel free to ignore me as you wish but you have no choice but to have a gorgeous day.

First Line Tag!

Special, special thank you to @keen2meecha for tagging me in this delightful game. Sorry for getting back to you so late, I suppose quarantine is making me a bit sluggish.

Rules: share your first line and tag as many people as there are words in it.

Elowen took one final glance around the bedroom, pre-dawn light illuminated the small space.

I’m sorry the line’s a little plain, but it opens up to a bit of wall climbing so I think the first chapter’s not too boring. Anyway time for the tags! I’m not sure if pre-dawn counts as one word or two, but I’m going to tag the full 15 people just in case. 

@andiwriteunderthemoon @corystssides @phoenixisdabestwriter @timefirewrites @ohnoitsthebat @maggie-wolff-writes @fantasy-shadows @tricksexual @livvywrites @nectargrapes @sassypandacandy @lady-redshield-writes @writinginslowmotion @cookiecutterwrites @cjjameswriting

Feel free to ignore me, block me, or do whatever you like. But what’s most important is that you have a spectacular day!

Last Line Tag

Thank you greatly @a-tiny-daydreamer for tagging me.

Rules: Share the last line of your writing, then tag as many people as there are words in the line.

It was Alaina’s own hands that painted the clear glass black that night, though it was Remalda’s that finished the work. By the time they were fast asleep in their beds back at the manor there was a sliver of the moon emblem slashed into the door of the church. An emblem that Alaina was sure she would never forget after that night.

This is the newest short story that I am working on. By the grace of any god that is out there, I will post it before the end of the month. Hopefully, you will all become as enamored with the story as I am.

@cjjameswriting @annoyingwritingtrash @teashadephoenix @raevenlywrites @livvywrites @the-modern-typewriter @leave-her-a-tome @tiawithhoney @firesidefantasy @nectargrapes @cookiecutterwrites @dreadwvlfscript @lady-redshield-writes @andiwriteunderthemoon

My very sincerest apologizes if you have been tagged before. As always, feel free to ignore or block me as you see fit. Have a stellar day. :)

The Proposal - Photo Prompt Thursday

The best gift to win my hand. It was a game, a game my family was playing at my expense. They knew who I wanted to marry, they already knew who had my heart. But they insisted that they just wanted the best suitor for me, and I had no choice but to oblige. 

My lover was strong, resourceful, courageous...and every other virtue I could think of but even still I faltered in my resolve once the gifts started rolling in. I had no idea so people wanted me. Land, jewels, even entire castles were given freely, all for the opportunity of me. If I wasn't already taken I would have been flattered.

The last day of the challenge came, and vast riches had been announced in my name. By this point everyone knew who was going to win. A man had created for me a mountain out of gold, there was truly nothing that could top that. My lover was nowhere, I had not spoken to her since the contest was announced. In my mind she had forsaken me, and was right to do to so. For what could she bring against a mountain of gold?

At sunset the gifts were accounted for and I was resigned to my fate, I had been in love once and that was alright for me. But through that cloudy sunset came my lover. No fanfare, no pomp, she wasn't even dressed for the occasion. Only simply clothed in green wilderness attire, I would have been embarrassed if I wasn't so happy to see her.

She proclaimed that she had a gift that would top anything, and started pulling something small out of her satchel. Laughter ensued from the crowd, for nothing that could fit in a sack could match a mountain of gold. It was a jar, as simple as they come. I wondered if my being given away had turned her mad.

Slowly she walked toward the dais where I stood and as more people saw the jar up close their laughter ceased, so enraptured where they of its contents. Eventually she made it to me and presented the jar, on her knees as if she was proposing. I took it and knew imminently who I was going to be handed off to. For my lover had bottled the stars.

@elizabethfictionwriting I hope you like it.