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A feel love.
A felt-love.
A light-eck.
We are intense.
We are night.
We are lovers.
He was the imagination ruined.
He was the eck that died.
A deeper-babe.
A though tough of temperatures like.
A falling in love baby.
A love feeler. Love.
A haught.
A not.
A night.
A love.
An eckler.
A night.
A lover hense.
A love mine.
A love-tinge.
A token.
A tame.
A time.
A hope.
A sight.
Her.
Sunidhi
A sight in her comb will be her snippet.
Her saree formed lies lenses of loon lensed light.
Lie becomes a moon and is judged with the veracity of vocass.
Vocass means lie in her comb.
A lie in her comb means honey teeth.
A die in her sweet means like of her loom.
The essence in her vanilla body stayed sparse in hooting don't names.
A moon in the sight of her become was the light of her soil.
Her light of her.
Hers therefore only.
Hers night and the snake.
Her chef bane.
Her night chef.
She is cooler than ever.
Hers poet only.
Hers love.
Her love.
Her life.
Her.
Sunidhi
A night-telling her succulent sleep.
He was small of the stances in Earth.
She occupied every definition.
She was the slow-moon dancing.
He was the ink and knew her cheap.
He was the slow-burn in the ink.
She was a lie to the hoard.
She was knees cap swollen.
She was speed recovery on time's length.
A position of her age and saved many.
She was positioning her ink deep.
She was shallow moons to the preoccupy.
She was the judge and tell of me.
She knew noon-links like afternoons.
She was. She was soon-ish table on the brink.
She was her story of ink.
She was a slow-but burn of me.
She was edge to the great poetry book.
She was noon to my lie and noon to my sleep.
She was.
Sunidhi
A lie in whose we breathe to believe of God is the same pane blessing. A God. A light. A start of height correspondence. Her heights mixed with love. A light. A seep. A moon. A thing. A loop. A win. A love. A her. God is the beauty of lense. A. A night if intelligent moons could talk. A breath if heights knew wars. A thing we knew of sept beauty and the brain girl. I hate the ruckus of it. It destroys. Beauty does. A lie. War. Imbibe me in. Embed me lone. Revere me sight. War me night. War me love. A light if we knew all? A breath of beauty. Breadth of beauty. A use of shy-wars. A lie. Of war-stated lies. A girl. A night. Who seeps. Who cuddles. Who cries. Who wars. A night of hope disguise. I would kill for her. There is breathing beauty in war. A war-leapt girl. A light war. A God. A life. A lie. Her. Noon of the night. A lie. A breathing war. A dumb poetry clause. Her. Hers beauty. Hers lie. Is beauty a God of war? It denies. A shimmer in the sudden lie of told messes. A girl of faith only. He only wars. A war in only. He wars only. She shys only. She saddles. A war. A night. A lie. A mouth. A girl. A height. Her. Beauty cries. A link of her with the most intelligent girl. A fair faith in the war-prise men start a shone lie. In me. A lie. A thought. A sugarless moon. She sorted a lie. A killer. A mother. A moon. A given-girl with every stance blade of her mother. God knew. Beauty warred. She.
Sunidhi
A love of deep eye.
A night of loud moons.
An arc of seep victims.
A lover of husn.
A sight deekha.
Sakha son.
She was the lover that knew nights.
Orchestrated from her.
War muse loves her too much high of night.
A thing of night leaps.
Me to the war-loved.
A work on the lights.
A light furshadh.
A light of her faiz.
Her.
Sunidhi
5 frustrating workshop rules that made me a better writer
Throughout the 15 workshops I joined in college and grad school, I encountered two types of writing rules.
First, there were the best-practice guidelines we’ve all heard, like “show don’t tell.” And then there were workshop rules, which the professor put in place not because they’re universal, but because they help you grow within the context of the workshop.
My college’s intro writing course had 5 such rules:
No fantasy, supernatural, or sci-fi elements.
No guns.
No characters crying.
No conflict resolution through deus ex machina.
No deaths.
When I first saw the rules, I was baffled. They felt weirdly specific, and a bit unfair. But when our professor, Vinny, explained their purpose (and assured us he only wanted us to follow the rules during this intro workshop, not the others to come), I realized what I could learn from them.
1. No fantasy, supernatural, or sci-fi elements.
Writers need to be able to craft round characters, with clear arcs. While you can hone those skills writing any type of story, it can be more difficult when juggling fantastical elements, because it’s easy to get caught up in the world, or the magic, or the technology, and to make that the focus instead of the characters. So Vinny encouraged us to exclude such elements for the time being, to keep us fully focused on developing strong, dynamic characters.
2. No guns.
Weapons have a place in many stories, but when writers include a gun, they often use it to escalate the plot outside of the realm of personal experience and into what Vinny called “Hollywood experience.” He wanted us to learn how to draw from our own observations and perceptions of life, rather than the unrealistic action, violence, and drama we’d seen in movies, so he made this rule to keep us better grounded in our own experiences.
3. No characters crying.
When trying to depict sadness, writers often default to making characters cry. While there’s nothing inherently wrong with that, tears are just one way to show grief, and they aren’t always the most subtle or emotionally compelling. That’s why Vinny challenged us to find other ways to convey sadness — through little gestures, strained words, fragile interactions, and more. It was difficult, but opened us up to depicting whole new gradients of grief and pain.
4. No conflict resolution through deus ex machina.
This is the only one of the rules I’d say is generally universal. Meaning “God from the machine,” deus ex machina is a plot device where a character’s seemingly insurmountable problem is abruptly resolved by an outside force, rather than their own efforts. These endings are bad for various reasons, but Vinny discouraged them because he wanted us to understand how important it was for our characters to confront their struggle and its consequences.
5. No deaths.
Death is inherently dramatic and can be used to good effect, but many writers use death as a crutch to create drama and impact. Writers should be able to craft engaging, meaningful stories, even without killing off their characters, so this rule challenged us to find other methods of giving weight to our stories (such as through internal conflict).
How these rules helped me grow as a writer
First things first, I’ll say it again: apart from #4 (deus ex machina), these rules were never meant to be universally applied. Instead, their purpose was to create temporary barriers and challenges to help us develop key skills and write in new, unfamiliar ways.
For me, the experience was invaluable. I liked the way the rules challenged and stretched my abilities, driving me to write stories I’d have never otherwise attempted. They made me more flexible as a writer, and while I don’t follow the rules anymore (I LOVE me some fantasy), I’ll always be thankful for how they shaped my writing.
My recommendation to you?
Give some of these rules a shot! Follow them temporarily while writing 2-4 short stories — but remember to always keep their purpose in mind, because the rules themselves will only help if you understand what they’re trying to achieve.
Write with purpose, and you’ll always be growing.
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For more tips on how to craft meaning, build character-driven plots, and grow as a writer, follow my blog.
The villain broke into hero's house. Once again.
They giggled as they quietly shut the window and handled the bag carrying the burgers and chicken gingerly, lest it make so much noise that the surprise gets ruined. They tiptoed to the bedroom and saw Perry, the hero's dog pawing the door, whining pitifully. Strange, the hero loved the dog more than life itself. Perry
still whining, came towards villain and pawed at villain's shoes.
"What happened, baby? Why's the door closed?" The villain tried the knob and it opened smoothly.
The room was dark and it took villain some time to get used to the darkness. "What happened loser, huh? Felt emo and locked out our cutie Perry? What's w-"
The villain stilled as they hurled the cover off hero's body. The white sheets gave off to expose hero's bloody and battered body. The hero hissed as their wounded back came in contact with the cool air.
The villain instantly dropped the food and crouched beside hero's bed. "What happened? Who did this to you?" The villain had the urge to commit murder and I'd things ho their way there will be blood on their hands. "Tell me, hero. Who did this to you?" The villain gingerly combed hero's hair out of their face and stared back with fury and concern.
The hero's eyes filled with with silent tears as they looked at villain crouching at their bedside, their eyebrows knotted in concern. "She told me that I'm a traitor, villain. Am I one if I want to quit?"
The villain gathered the tattered remains of the hero and cradled them gingerly in their arms, taking care to prevent them from further disintegrating. Revenge could be taken later.
Don’t know if it’s any good, though.
I couldn’t see shit through the tears… will have to wait till tomorrow morning to find out.
Leave it to me to cry while writing angst…
Like yes, go cry about made up problems of made up people you’ve created.
ways to start writing more efficiently
stop writing with the word count on!
use a font like comic sans -- trick your brain into thinking that it's not important, that the writing can be stupid, if it's in a stupid font (if you can't tell i despise comic sans)
time yourself to get to a goal
or give yourself a certain amount of time
quantity >> quality in the first draft(s)!
jot down what you want to happen in that chapter
try organizing your writing (nanowrimo, for example)
do *not* reread! it doesn't need to make sense, it just needs to be there
try not to stick yourself to something you saw on tumblr. what works for someone else doesn't necessarily work for you!
take breaks. time those breaks.
practice writing short stories / oneshots of your characters.
try getting all your writing done within a certain goal (as much as I can for 30 minutes) rather than writing 5 minutes on or off
write down every little wormy idea that comes into your brain! sure, it's probably for a different plot, but maybe you can work it in somehow?
on that note, mash elements of your plots together rather than starting a whole new story
see maybe what little writing competitions you can submit your work to
proclaim your goal to the wide web for some peer pressure
rewards yourself. cheer on every thousand-word milestone. brag to your friends that you've written something, anything.
don't think of the big goal—don't think of publishing, or posting, etc. think of the end of your chapter, the development of your character, where it goes.
switch your writing environment! where are you most productive?
make a playlist only for when you write. never for anything else.
getting off tumblr, probably.
have people remind you of your goals.
remember that it all comes with discipline, but also your mental health is the most important!! don't sacrifice half your sleep to meet your nanowrimo goals. try to recognize when it's taking you too long and close the document. do something else. come back later.
take care of yourself. <3 use this post as a breather (or reminder to start!)
This is Our Problem:
Out of 1473 people, just 3.5% of people reblogged.
Only ONE person reblogged with their own tags. One person out of 1473. That's 0.07%
It's disheartening. It makes people feel like giving up. It's why we're leaving Tumblr.
We've seen all the deactivations, all the indefinite hiatuses, all the suddenly abandoned blogs and the creators no longer posting. And this is why.
Likes are lovely, but on their own it's just a simple button tap, there's nothing showing anybody cares about it, and it makes creators feel used and underappreciated.
If you want fic writers, artists, mutuals, and creators in general to stay- we have to all reblog!
REBLOG with a simple keyboard smash!!!
REBLOG with some spammed emojis!!!
REBLOG with a simple 'aaaaaa' or a small compliment!!!
Create a second account or side account to reblog if you don't want to on your main. Repost anything you like, just put SOMETHING, ANYTHING, in the tags!!! Otherwise, nobody is going to continue creating. No one.
Autumn is a state of being
It is the sigh of the wind,
The smell of fresh, decaying things
Soaked in tears or
Forced down closer to Sheol
By our feet.
It is a raindrop
Falling so perfectly on your upturned face,
It slides down your cheek
Like a tear.
Autumn is laying in bed at night, lost.
It is crying out with your whole spirit
For warmth
For adventure
For something you can just barely touch.
Just out of sight.
Autumn is the slow decline of all things
The knowledge that we are getting older
And we haven't done
As much as we wanted to.
That our younger selves would be
Enamored
Or maybe
Disappointed.
Autumn is the slow decline of all things
So that something new
Can be born out of it.
Or something old can be born again--
A Phoenix red as falling leaves.
Autumn is a state of being.
nallthatjazz
I’m not new to writblr I did an introduction a while ago but I ended up never posting anything because life and my mental health got in the way and I actually ended up abandoning writing for some time, but I’m better and things are better so I’m going to give it another go. Hello, my name is Lilly, my pronouns are she/they, and my hobbies include being unhinged and feral, daydreaming, and hoarding books. Personality type is INFP-T, do with that what you will.
The writer; babbling prophet who occasionally strikes god gold, contemporary, fantasy, starting projects and never finishing them, sci-fi, gothic horror, descriptions descriptions descriptions, unsure how to perceive myself so this is pretty speculative.
The aesthetic; wildflowers, tangled hair and skimmed knees, divine madness, not entirely human, the soft glow of an orange streetlight in winter, raging storms, magic with a price, liminal spaces, frogs, frost, body horror, enemies to lovers.
I’ve decided to introduce my main WIPs in a separate post as I didn’t want this re-introduction to be too long. Anyways it’s nice to be back from the dead!
