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So desperately, I want to matter.

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I often imagine my life in my late 20s, having my dream career, living with my future partner, and being happier. Then I remember it's all under the assumption that I have time to grow. What if I need to step into my power sooner than I'd like? Life is not guaranteed, and time won't hold your hand. Am I ready for that?

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Perhaps, to you, this remains insignificant. To me, it is everything. It has to be. I am all I have left.

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I think that once you've hurt someone enough times, you don't deserve to come back into their lives, apologizing for your actions over and over again. At some point, it stops being them and it starts being about you. At some point, you owe it to them to stay gone.

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"Are you letting yourself be led by fear or by love?"

In a 2021 musical film called Tick Tick Boom, Michael asks his friend Jonathan this question. Two years later, in the early hours of the morning, I ask myself the same thing and the answer is always the same: fear.

I think that for a long time, I lived out of fear for my emotional well-being, my mental health, and my physical safety. I've come to realize that I am no longer in danger. I've come to realize that I cannot dwell on what I cannot control. I've come to realize that I have more power than I thought, but my answering isn't changing.

I thought that if I healed, then I would be fine. But I am not fine. I am directionless.

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I've found that if you write the scene from a different POV from the one its going to be in then you can understand and change what doesn't feel right. This was seriously helpful though.

Tips for Writing a Difficult Scene

Every writer inevitably gets to that scene that just doesn't want to work. It doesn't flow, no matter how hard you try. Well, here are some things to try to get out of that rut:

1. Change the weather

I know this doesn't sound like it'll make much of a difference, but trust me when I say it does.

Every single time I've tried this, it worked and the scene flowed magically.

2. Change the POV

If your book has multiple POV characters, it might be a good idea to switch the scene to another character's perspective.

9/10 times, this will make the scene flow better.

3. Start the scene earlier/later

Oftentimes, a scene just doesn't work because you're not starting in the right place.

Perhaps you're starting too late and giving too little context. Perhaps some description or character introspection is needed before you dive in.

Alternatively, you may be taking too long to get to the actual point of the scene. Would it help to dive straight into the action without much ado?

4. Write only the dialogue

If your scene involves dialogue, it can help immensely to write only the spoken words the first time round.

It's even better if you highlight different characters' speech in different colors.

Then, later on, you can go back and fill in the dialogue tags, description etc.

5. Fuck it and use a placeholder

If nothing works, it's time to move on.

Rather than perpetually getting stuck on that one scene, use a placeholder. Something like: [they escape somehow] or [big emotional talk].

And then continue with the draft.

This'll help you keep momentum and, maybe, make the scene easier to write later on once you have a better grasp on the plot and characters.

Trust me, I do this all the time.

It can take some practice to get past your Type A brain screaming at you, but it's worth it.

So, those are some things to try when a scene is being difficult. I hope that these tips help :)

Reblog if you found this post useful. Comment with your own tips. Follow me for similar content.

His arms were my home; in his eyes I saw stars, a million light years away from me. He too has been taken from me, reaching heights I can only dream to reach. But why would I leave Earth when your body lays here besides me? When dreaming is worthless when my hand no longer holds yours. Why should I live on when you're the only star I wish to see. Open your eyes for me, one last time. One last time. Let me see the jewels reflected in your eyes -- staring only at me.

The stars Tell Their Story 

Stories make me so happy! I hope one day I can write a story that makes others happy!

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I want to lick caramel sauce off of raphs plastron, is that too much to ask

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Dec. 13th: 12-Days Before Christmas (2022 Story Relay Marathon)

Hi, kindred souls! This is the very first story relay of a 12-day story relay marathon I endorsed to my friend, ShiaraS (Discord: Shiara#5382) , that we will be doing from Dec. 13th to Dec. 24th—AKA 12 days before Christmas!

Since this is a marathon of sorts, we decided to lay some ground rules so we can "finish" each relay for each day. It would start with me drawing a prompt every morning from a plastic container that will serves as our bowl for this occasion. These prompts were collected by us from different sources (I will do my absolute best to give appropriate credit for the original creators/source material).

The story relay would then consist of 5 turns for both of us with a max. of 10-15 sentences each turn. After these, the story relay for that day would be considered "finished". THERE WILL BE NO EDITING DONE FOR ALL STORY RELAYS.

These rules were placed since ShiaraS' exams were also scheduled during the set week.

HERE'S THE WRITING PROMPT FOR TODAY'S STORY RELAY:

You just finished the ritual to summon a demon. However, your sacrifice was insufficient. Instead, they sent you their intern. (via @writing-prompt-s as submitted by @gearboxwritesbooks)

START OF STORY RELAY:

I furiously flipped through the grimoire trying to find out what I did wrong and how I could fix things. Because this is not what I wanted. I wanted to make a deal with a real demon, not his intern! This scrawny, over-gelled teenager in a beat up leather jacket who was trying very hard to look intimidating and failing by a mile. "What happened?!" I screamed at her, "What did I do wrong? How come I get you?" The intern rolled her eyes and walked to the edge of the pentagram on the floor. She swiped her finger on the line and put it in her mouth. She grimaced and spit it out. "Did you even check the blood you used? You think a demon will come for some cheap rat blood?" "Rat blood?!!"

"You know those cute fluffy dark crawling mammals with long thin tails and pointy noses and severe overbites? The ones that like to munch on substandard rotten earthly substances?" she explained as she flicks her porcelain pointed tail. I stared at her disgusted with how smooth and pale her tail and nails are. Definitely not a demon. "Those are rats," she finished with a flat dried-lipped smile. "I didn't use a rat blood. It's supposed to be a gallon of black stallion's blood." "Oops, I guess..." The intern shrugged and raised her brows. "How do I return you back? I want a REAL demon." I replied as I looked for an instructions— —"Hmmm... do you have a book about a botched summoning ritual?" "It's evocation for high ranking celestial entities. Summoning is only for spirits and lower class..." She grabbed the book I am scanning and smirked, "You're below an amateur then for summoning a demon intern."

I blushed a furious red. "Fine! I got the wrong book and the wrong blood but I'm still making a deal." She stared at me and the ... She laughed. The lights flickered. The dogs in the neighborhood started howling. "For an amateur who knows absolutely nothing about rituals and spells, you're pretty funny. So, for that, I will do you a favor by not killing you where you stand. Which, by the way, is the usual consequence for botched rituals." I know I should take the win and let the infuriating intern climb back down to hell. I shouldn't push my luck against her. ... ... But I'm desperate. One way or the other, I need to get something out of this whole mess. I've done too much to give up now. "If I can't make a deal with a real demon, can I make a deal with you? I'll do anything."

"You'll... do ... anything...you say," she folded her arms and her tail twirled glistening under the room light. "Y-yes." "You're that desperate huh," she turned her back and looked down at the pentagram on the floor. I bit my lip. I'll take it since I AM desperate. "So what can you d—" she cocked her head to the side still not facing me but her tail stopped moving and pointed at me "—I mean, what do you want in return" "Depends."

"De-depends on what?" "On what you want and how badly you want it." She smirked and for the first time that whole afternoon, I questioned whether what I wanted is worth whatever this creature from hell asks of me. My hand begins to shake and I make up my mind. "I... I'm a writer. I have good stories and I know I'm better than half the published authors out there but no one wants to publish me." "And let me guess, you want to be famous." "I want to be published. I want my words to reach millions of readers. I want my life to mean something." She stepped closer to me. As close as she can be while still being in the pentagram. Her forked tail rose and swept the braid off my shoulder. "That's easy enough. I don't even need to be a high level demon for that."

"H-How?" "First things first. You need to gather a handful of stuff before I explain it to you.", a dried pig's ear appeared in front of my face. I grabbed at it and could see scribbled list on it. I gathered my bag and keys and went for the door. "When you come back, I will give you my asking price for our deal." I nodded and closed the door locking it. I checked the list once again. It's a very short list, and a bizarre one. .... 10 gallons of blood from several sleeping beauties 2 Fountain pens from a dead holy servant 5 pounds of powdered gold fish scales .... I may be "below amateur" in demon casting but I am a veteran for scouting for what I need.

Whenever anyone read my work, I always felt a anxious over their opinion, that feeling multiplied ten times when I came back to my little apartment a couple of hours later and discovered the intern lying on her back while one of my manuscripts floated above her head. "That's my manuscript!" "Relax, I'm just reading it. If I'm going to make this world famous, I should at least know if I'll be torturing the rest of humanity with it. It's not bad, the bare bones of a good story are here but some of your metaphors fall a little flat." I bit my tongue, not wanting to say anything to offend the mercurial little demon. "I'll speak about it to whatever editor you get for me. I got everything on your list." She jumped to her feet, my manuscript following her movements. "Excellent. Now, in exchange for turning your little book into a best seller, you will work for me for 6 years. You will get me desperate souls willing to make a deal. One soul for each week your book is number one on the best sellers list." I paled. This wasn't what I wanted. I thought I would have to sell my soul, not drag others to hell with me.

"Are interns allowed to do that? How am I to know you're not using me to bypass any demonic rules for promotion?" I don't know what came to me but I feel almost confident to question this subrace of an evil entity. "For your information, despite the disastrous ritual you just did only demon interns who have been serving the longest and received the most merits would appear in place of a REAL demon. Hence, the lack of horns." She pointed to her head. "Sooo...", She continued, "you are in the presence of someone who is about to get her Horn of Demonic merit. Making you almost my very first human contract as a demon." "If you say so. I am just making sure I get the whole picture of this negotiation." I gave her a wry smile. This was even better. Way better than my initial plan. This was the moment I knew I didn't fail. I can now have my own demon slave for 6 years. Interns are still naive and this particular intern was too confident for her own good. I started to prepare all the ingredients she asked.

"I said fine powder. If you can't tell the difference between coarse and fine, no wonder you need to make a deal to sell your books." I gritted my teeth as I ground the goldfish scales some more. The intern, did not have faith in my potion making ability and it took it upon herself to watch over my shoulder. I ignored her as best as I could. I just reminded myself of the 6 years I would potentially have a low level demon in my pocket. Together, we finished the potion and under the light of the full moon, I soaked the pens in it as the intern chanted in an unfamiliar language. There's a bright burst of light and a shockwave that knocked me off my feet. When the light faded, the pens floated to me looking completely unblemished. "One of these pens is for you. Use it to write your stories by hand and they'll be a guaranteed hit." "By hand?" "Only the first draft, the copies can be printed if you're feeling lazy. But do not lose that first draft or let it be destroyed." I grabbed the first pen, anticipating the hand cramps to come. "And the second one?" "That is for the people you give me. They sign their contracts with this pen and their soul is mine."

1 week has passed and I had just submitted my manuscript earlier this morning. Each day for 5 days, I would led one person to see the intern and I arranged for them to discuss their desires & sign their contracts on the day I submitted my manuscript. The intern agreed to this arrangement given since they will make the transactions all at once. "It's one way to start your writing career with a bang, I guess", she chirped as she watched me rewriting my manuscript away from her. Few hours later, all the 5 people stood infront of each of the pointed corners of the pentagram while the intern stood at the center observing them. They each wrote their names on the dried pig's ear the intern provided. They then pricked their thumbs and put a bloody stamp of their fingerprint on the paper. The guileless intern's stature perked up. "There's no need for a blood pact. I am not yet allowed to do that anyway." "You are now to declare your desire to this lowlife." she whipped her head towards my direction in annoyance which instantly melted into alarm. "What are you doing?!" "By the remaining celestial hierarchy I still hold in this form, I command you to cast a binding spell tying this demon upon earthly planes!" Five glowing halos appeared above the head of the 5 fallen angels I located throughout the city. They then raised the blood-marked parchment and chanted an old Abrahamic prayer. "You tricked me!" "Oh dearie, didn't they warn you?" "You—"

THE END. OR IS IT?

Please stay tuned for the rest of the story relays we will be doing!

I can't be the only one who spends way too much time reading fan fiction.

Chavvi, a curious girl, finds herself in company of Ayush, a mysterious boy, in the world where Music and Arts are erased from the pages of history and only Science prevails. While they uncover history of the world they live in, they're targeted and most likely in danger. Will they sustain in such a world? Will this world accept something so magical and powerful even if it is introduced to them? Will the world understand their fight towards it? 🎶 #miracleswords ____________________________________________ #write #writing #writings #deepthoughts #writers #writersofinstagram #wordstoliveby #words #wordporn #poems #poemsofinstgram #poemsporn #poetry #spilledpoetry #poetrycommunity #musicmystique #writtenword #love #dream #wordsmith #instawrite #writerslife #instawriter #wordswithqueens #instapoetry #instapoet #instapoem #spilledink #wordgasm (at Mystique) https://www.instagram.com/p/B_99AAxFzTd/?igshid=1uhss5konbgto

A map of SARAS through which Chavvi's story travels. 🎶 Chavvi, a curious girl, finds herself in company of Ayush, a mysterious boy, in the world where Music and Arts are erased from the pages of history and only Science prevails. While they uncover history of the world they live in, they're targeted and most likely in danger. Will they sustain in such a world? Will this world accept something so magical and powerful even if it is introduced to them? Will the world understand their fight towards it? 🎶 #miracleswords #musicmystique ____________________________________________ #write #writing #writings #deepthoughts #writers #writersofinstagram #wordstoliveby #words #wordporn #poems #poemsofinstgram #poemsporn #poetry #spilledpoetry #poetrycommunity #writtenword #love #dream #wordsmith #instawrite #writerslife #instawriter #wordswithqueens #instapoetry #instapoet #instapoem #spilledink #wordgasm (at Mystique) https://www.instagram.com/p/CADk37BFrzp/?igshid=16t640twi3ohu

He is the one if, He makes me laugh when I don't want to. He is the one if, He makes me do crazy things just for the fun of it. He is the one if, He supports you more than anyone. He is the one if, He doesn't leave you through whatever life offers. He is the one if, He can make you mad yet you can talk to him about it. He is the one if, He makes you want to cry for how much you love him. He is the one if, He just makes you smile just with his face in your mind. He is the one if, He makes your stomach curl when you see him. He is the one if, He makes your heart warm just with his smile. He is the one if, He replies with more enthusiasm than you when you say "I love you". He is the one if, He is just "if" and never continued with "but..." 💕 #miracleswords #MusicMystique ____________________________________________ #write #writing #writings #deepthoughts #writers #writersofinstagram #wordstoliveby #words #wordporn #poems #poemsofinstgram #poemsporn #poetry #spilledpoetry #poetrycommunity #writtenword #love #dream #wordsmith #instawrite #writerslife #instawriter #wordswithqueens #lockdowndiaries #instapoet #stayhome #spilledink #wordgasm (at Bangalore, India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CALTPRflZjS/?igshid=ylfbzne0hw77

2 years ago • "Do you think birds have a language difference as we do like one language for one species?" Vigyan asked. "Maybe, but I think they'll all be bilingual since they keep migrating or they just talk in the same code that is the same in all the regions," Chavvi said scribbling some notes. "Well, there's code in everything for the data scientist. Even now you're figuring out some algorithm." "If the university gives me permission to cut open their brains and check it. I could give some promising result without any algorithm." Mridula said drinking her coffee. "Hey, Vig! You could shoot some for me. I'll get the Grant and permission from my University." "That's just cruel, Mrid! You're a neurologist for God's sake. Not Dr. Mengele," Chavvi said while Mridula chuckled. "And Gyan, their voices in the morning are just... There's a word for this. Yeah! So calming like some sort of magic! Don't you dare shoot them." she said gazing at the birds returning home. "Hey! I just build weapons. I don't use them in real life," Vigyan said defensively. "By the way guys, the only magic in this world is science. Everything is explainable," Mridula countered. "Everything that isn't cut open, decoded or the concept of "God" Chavvi believes in." Everyone laughed. "I just know that there's something balancing the universe. Some power and I call it God while you call it a Force. Just different perspective. We don't know who's right," Chavvi said packing up her things. "Yet and you call it "Kanha"," shrugged Vigyan. "Fine! Let me know when you've discovered the "Force" and name it. I'll worship it," Chavvi said sipping her tea. Though what they hadn't discovered was the two men wearing long coats, listening to their conversation intently without drinking their--now cold--coffees. 🎶 #miracleswords #MusicMystique ____________________________________________ #write #writing #writings #deepthoughts #writers #writersofinstagram #wordstoliveby #words #wordporn #poems #poemsofinstgram #poemsporn #poetry #spilledpoetry #poetrycommunity #writtenword #love #dream #wordsmith #instawrite #writerslife #instawriter #wordswithqueens #instapoetry #instapoet #instapoem #spilledink #wordgasm (at Mystique) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAS7QSmF5Na/?igshid=1qtn7tcxtx3bx

He was running when I first saw him. Butter on his mouth, filled with laughter. When he looked at me, I could feel every pore in my body grow warm. His smile felt as though I understood him, yet I couldn't fathom him. "Radha! Radha!" he called out with his enigmatic voice, the next time I saw him. His dark complexion, the peacock feather, the striking yellow robe, the flute in his hand. He was so out of place yet merged among us. Now that I remember, he was always the centre of attention. He just wanted to see me, the daughter of the chief of Vrindavan. The next time I remember, I would wait for any sound of him. His anklets, his laughter and more importantly, his flute. How couldn't I be mesmerized by his tunes while the whole of Vrindavan would come to a stand still? As days went on, Little did I know he was walking step by step into my heart and I, into his. We spent every available second together. Little did we know it was borrowed time. We would dance, tell each other stories and just watch each other smile under the moonlit sky. Then he had to go to Mathura. He had his destiny to be fulfilled. While everyone in Vrindavan walked behind the chariot trying to stop him, I hid behind a tree trying to see him one last time. Our eyes met. He smiled. In that moment, I heard his flute. His smile and his tune gave me his message. Even if he wasn't next to me, that day he sat in my heart's throne. I smiled back but that night when I saw the peacock feather he left for me, I cried. ~ From that day, I've heard he's the God purifying the Earth. That he's the Mastermind behind the war. That he's a coward-Ranchor, kidnapper, strategist, protector. But now, I know. The promise he made with his smile, he kept it. He's Radha's Krishna and I, Krishna's Radha. I understood how smile but now, I can fathom it too. 💕 #miracleswords ____________________________________________ #write #writing #writings #deepthoughts #writers #writersofinstagram #wordstoliveby #words #wordporn #letters #foreverlove #poemsporn #poetry #spilledpoetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #writtenword #love #dream #wordsmith #Krishna #writerslife #radha #wordswithqueens #radhakrishna #vrindavan (at Vrindavan) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAYUb__FGA7/?igshid=13hjef7x9op8d

Chavvi was in her class when she heard the sound. It was soft. She had never heard of that sound before and by the look of her classmates, they hadn't too. Everyone were whispering among themselves while Chavvi listened to the sound with rapt attention. "Silence everyone," Professor Laya said and as always the class fell into silence. Only the soft sound was heard. "Professor, do you know what it is? It's starting to give me a headache," said a student. "It's just a sound. Get a hold of yourself," Chavvi said still looking out of the window. "Chavvi, back to your seat. Everyone calm down. I'll go check," she said and went out. Chavvi found it strange that something this beautiful was causing chaos among people. She recorded the sound on her phone whilst enjoying it. The professor walked in and said, "The sound is still a mystery but it isn't anything dangerous. The local police are investigating it. Let's get on with our class, shall we?" - "Did you hear the noise?" Vigyan asked the others as they entered into the cafe. "I saw the chief of the local police go barking mad when he heard it." "First of all, it's sound and I guess he would have to be examined for barking before that sound," Mridula said. "I have it in my phone. I recorded it but it was so beautiful and soothing didn't you think?" Chavvi said pushing the play button. "No!" shouted Mridula and Vigyaan in unison and stopped the player. "Are you mad? The whole cafe will go nuts if they hear it again. It's already on the news and they're calling the NCA to solve it. Whatever it was, I think it's a serious issue now," Vigyan said. "I agree with you, Chav but it is a strange sound. What if it's some ultrasound weapon or something?" Mridula said. "But how can something so beautiful be dangerous?" Chavvi asked. "I can answer that for you if you let me join you guys," someone said behind them. 🎶 #miracleswords #MusicMystique ____________________________________________ #write #writing #writings #deepthoughts #writers #writersofinstagram #wordstoliveby #words #wordporn #poems #poemsofinstgram #poemsporn #poetry #spilledpoetry #poetrycommunity #writtenword #love #dream #wordsmith #instawrite #writerslife (at Mystique) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAf_4z5FS1u/?igshid=1wyevum7gc185

Here in life, we set and rise. How to see it is upon you, By reflecting and reacting. Have the life your way, cause that's the way world runs. Happy or hurt, you are born to burn. Either spread the burn with light or dark- like the sun- is up to you. In your life, you're the sun for yourself. 🌇 PC : @_optical.shades_ 🌅 #miracleswords ____________________________________________ #write #writing #writings #deepthoughts #writers #writersofinstagram #wordstoliveby #words #wordporn #poems #poemsofinstgram #poemsporn #poetry #spilledpoetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #instagram #love #instalike #instawrite #instawriting #instawriter #photography #sunset #instaclicks #photo #spilledink #wordgasm https://www.instagram.com/p/CAlMi7flV7d/?igshid=1ck7cbffedgtc

I don't know if to continue or to rail through it for I know I got talents but is it enough? Doesn't luck matter? Doesn't money matter? Of course it does! It's not just the societal norms but also a criteria for a good and well acknowledged life. I hate how's the world running now but I don't even know if I'm right. In this world, who knows what's right and what is not? In this world, who knows what's good or bad for them. In someway or the other everyone relates to each other but yet we don't like others. In someway, we're all the same. Selfish. Selfish as in not ruin the whole world selfish but haven't we in some way messed up things without thinking or giving a second chance or showing kindness to others as well as ourselves? It's crazy how we run our minds. It's just a whole other world in there but it's almost the same compared to the outer one. Don't take this rant seriously but it's good to free up the inner world as to change the outer world. If not in a large scale, just the peace and quiet of your surroundings isnt enough for you lead the life you've dreamt of? Because every thing and every one count as you're a social being or else you're just a sociopath out in this psychotic world. 💕 #miracleswords ____________________________________________ #write #writing #writings #deepthoughts #writers #writersofinstagram #wordstoliveby #words #wordporn #poems #poemsofinstgram #poemsporn #poetry #spilledpoetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #writtenword #love #dream #rant #instawrite #instawriting #instawriter #quotes #instapoetry #instapoet #instapoem #spilledink #wordgasm (at Cubbon Park Bangalore) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAqN7Csjipz/?igshid=108zfhkcjtaaq