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Things don’t work like that. Things aren’t seen in eyes not yours. Things are not forced. Things are things and we know not who’s right or wrong until mistakes are made.
the little self in me whispers in this midnight abyss that I am not forgotten that I am alive that am a river and I can flow wherever I wish too. The little self in me whispers in this midnight abyss that there is a starlight that I have to look a little hard with huge amour-propre that only then will the starlight unvail its light onto the path that i must take out of the abyss.
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Am being created in addiction. Driven by obsession’ tamed by love, blinded by free will. I live strictly by a dogma but a one I have set myself. I am obsessed I am addicted I am tamed …but I am free.
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To stay alive is to decide to decide is to lose to lose is to gain to gain is to dance when what you have to casually do attacks and darling not many pursue life with such, guts
-lifepath
the decision is always ours
You are a blossoming soul
Writers don’t write from experience, although many are hesitant to admit that they don’t…If you wrote from experience, you’d get maybe one book, maybe three poems. Writers write from empathy.
Nikki Giovanni (via wordsnquotes)
Never let anyone tell you that you can’t write. You are NEVER: too young, too old, too mature, too naive, too uneducated, too intelligent, too unoriginal, or too boring.
ANYONE can be a writer and EVERYONE is just as qualified as published authors.
You don’t have to have an english/literature/creative writing degree to magically make you worthy enough to try. Many published authors just picked it up after their day jobs, did it for a hobby. If they can do it, you can as well.
No one can stop you unless you let them, yours is the only opinion that should matter. So write your fanfiction, your novella, short story, screen play, or novel. Don’t give a damn about what the naysayers believe. Be fucking proud of every word you put down on the page (yes, even horrible rough drafts) because you’re amazing.
You ARE a writer. Be proud of that.
Okay but can we all just agree that writer's block bloody sucks. I've been off school all week and I haven't been able to write a single thing, which is just incredibly unfair because this is essentially the only time I'll have until after all my exams and yet I haven't written a word for at least a month.
If anyone has any tips they would be greatly appreciated.
Also if you don't mind having to wait an unholy amount of time between updates check out my marauders fic on ao3 A Poisoned Apple and A Red Rose by LilHan20, it's a marauders descendants au following them all as they go through school and face challenges familiar and foreign alike, there will be heartbreak and happy endings but who for? Well you'll just have to find out.
If that sounds like something you'd like then please check it out and let me know what you think here or over there and feel free to give suggestion of things you'd like to see.
Hopefully I'll get over this block soon and I'll get back to writing.
Speak to you all soon, look after yourselves and have a good day/night
Hey guys heres one of my favourite extracts from the literally story I'm currently writing:
TW: Descriptions of pain, blood, fainting, and fighting.
Devan hit the ground and felt pain blossoming in his nose. Great. Just what he needed a broken, bloody nose as well as a broken rib. Blood trickled onto the floor as he scrambled to get to his feet. Wiping his sleeve across his face Devan tried to clean off some of the blood but inky succeeded in smearing it to his ear. Grabbing hold of him again, the lady pressed on his ribs and he cried. The pain was like nothing he'd ever felt before. Like fire, roaring through his blood. He fought against the darkness tugging at the corners of his vision. He would not black out. He would not black out. She jabbed her fingers into the place where his ribs where now misshapen and burning. Darkness offered him salvation from the pain. He gave in. Stopped fighting. Stopped.
Hope you guys liked it, please let me know what thought and if you think I can improve it please let me know how xx
Lots of love to you all have a good day/night x
Me: closes my WIP after trying to think of that one word FOR 15 MINUTES
Also me: agrees to help my friends with their various writing projects
My WIP: Helllooo, have you forgotten about me????
Hey everyone, so I came up with a whole bunch of different AU's in English the other day and wanted to share them with you all.
Soulmate AU - In a world where you can only see the colour of your soulmates eyes when you meet them. If your soulmate dies you lose the ability to see that colour, your soulmate died a month ago but you can still see the colour of their eyes.
Space AU - Your home planet has been destroyed and you and five others are the only remaining survivors. Your spaceship ran out of fuel a week ago and you only have enough food for 2 more days. When you run out of food another spaceship finds and rescues you. The only problem; they are from the same alien race that destroyed your home planet - Earth.
Fairytale AU - You travelled into your favourite fairytale in hopes of finding your own happily ever after only to find that the stories were wrong. The princesses did not get a happily ever after especially if they tried to kill the prince. The stories you know and love were written by men hoping to oppress the uprising among women. It was working until you got there and stirred everything up.
Future AU - You volunteered to test out a prototype time machine to earn some extra cash, they said you would be sent 30 secs into the future, you were sent 80 years into the past and now you must figure out how to survive in a world where women have none of the rights you used to have.
So I hope you like these, have a great rest of your day, and remember to drink water and go outside if you can xx
(Picture description, four peoples shadows on a field of grass)
Hey everyone, just wanted to share some of my favourite parts from my current WIP, let me know what you think.
Devan looked up at the man who had punched him and gave a lopsided grin, he said, “I would say that you punch like a girl, but my baby sister hits harder than you.” That earned him a kick in the ribs he looked over to the door and Thea caught his eye. The message was clear: he wanted them to leave without him. The door was slammed shut. Thea turned and ran for the entrance trying desperately to fight the tears that threatened to overwhelm her.
So feel free to send me an ask with any questions about my characters or the story itself, I will do my best to reply. Lots of love everyone xx
