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I mean... not writing IS the best part 🤷‍♀️
Wdym writing isn't fun. I get to daydream about my lil guys in my head. I can make them kiss and snap them like twigs.
Dumping this here because no one reads it on Wattpad lol.
Trigger Warning: Death
"I promise."
The words rang out for the millionth time that day.
When my little Star struggled to keep her beautiful Hazel eyes open, with the anesthesia setting in, those had been my last words to her.
When she'd wanted to know if we were going to be okay again, I had responded with a soft kiss to her forehead, and a promise I could never fulfill.
When she'd wanted nothing but the truth, I had given her hope, that this nightmare would end in three hours, that we'd be able to go living our dream lives again.
Three hours passed by. Another three followed. And then, a whole day.
The misery seemed never to end.
I barely registered the words of the people that seemingly cared for my Stella. My little star had been suffering for months, when all these people, selfish and shallow, offered only their condolences.
Halfway through the funeral, when my mother was offering her own perspective of my daughter's life, of her strength, I let my feet carry me away from the madhouse, and into the green woods, in search of a little peace. Away from the judgemental stares, away from the people who claimed to care.
She had no one in her hour of need. No one but me. And I failed her.
I am— I was her mother, her guardian, her role-model, her best friend, and I... of all the people in the world had failed her.
I wished hell to damn me for it.
Night had fallen when I discovered myself to be sitting on the rock she used to be found sitting on every time she sneaked out. The moon glinted off the dark water at my feet, more menacing for some reason than comforting.
I stared back at the woman looking at me from the water. Her eyes were hollow, lifeless.
Pain clenched its cold, stone hand around my heart as I remembered the last time I saw her. I saw my angel, lying on the white sheets of her bed, surrounded by bouquets of flowers that were incomparable to her beauty. My Stella looked so beautiful, just like she always had been, with her lively spirit and fiery quips. Yet, she had never been that quiet before.
I opened my eyes. My heart jumped to my throat. She was there. Wearing a white veil that concealed her face, she stared at me, her beautiful eyes screaming in agony.
"You had promised."
A promise that I couldn't keep.
When my little star gestured for me to follow her, with the promise of another chance, I didn't hesitate.
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Idk about y'all, but every romance I write turns into a horror. I don't see a problem tho 🤷‍♀️
Tumblr is so confusing y'all. How do you incredible writers go on yapping out amazing ass pov excerpts, like do you just randomly show up one day and be like "Hey look at what I wrote"??? And people just slurp your writing up???
Y'all are Tumblr writing god wtf???
Gay enemies-to-lovers but they're petty as fuck so when one kills the other's prey, the other throws him out naked.
Me searching my brain for some words to write
Wanting "naps" after every meal is why I don't complete my projects. I'm always fucking sleepy
not an original thought huh
Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals [ID in alt text]
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Hello! I like to write stories which focus on the platonic and explore one’s mind and identity through fantastical elements
Below is art of the focal character of my WIP “The Dreamscaper” which explores the experience of maladaptive daydreaming and the importance of healthy platonic relationships through an dream world built on imagination 💜💫
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Fanfic !
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write a fake article
hey guys, so I’m making a movie and in one of the scenes there’s a fake newspaper. I have one article and need a few more. This movie isn’t making any money, it’s a volunteer project already, but I was hoping I could get some help filling up the paper.
Some notes about the world: this world has elves and other magical beings, but magic disappeared during the Industrial Revolution. It looks a lot like our world, but more eco-aware and more accepting.
basically, any kind of articles are welcome. They won’t be onscreen very long, I just thought I’d leave this here to see if anyone wants to write one. If you want to write one, drop a comment and DM me the article
HEY YOU WITH THE FACE!
“you’re a writer, can you explain your process?” yes. first, i panic. then i procrastinate. then, in a fit of productivity at 3 a.m., i create chaos.
Ostrich meme 4
Read my dystopian story here!
Leo: You know Mikey banned me from the kitchen after I burnt a toast.
Olivier: Mother banned from cooking after nearly killed her by making homemade soup. *whisper* among other things.
Leo: Huh?
Olivier: It was all for good intentions, I was young and mother was ill. I heard soup is beneficial, so I tried making it for her.
Leo: Aww that’s sweet of you. Wait, how did it became deadly?
Olivier: Well, I followed the instructions but I may have smidge a few ingredients that I heard to be nutritious. Apparently it became lethal and inedible to eat. *awkwardly laugh*
Leo: *giggled* At least I don’t feel bad about my cooking. It’s a good thing I have a friend that I could relate.
Olivier: Yes, likewise, Leonardo. Shall we continue to spoil ourselves by going shopping!
Leo: It’s like you read my mind bestie.