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I’m planning on doing NaNoWriMo in November, so expect snippets of my writing to start to appear daily 

For that second time stopped. Their eyes meeting in an everlasting moment. Breathing slowed as those pairs of brown eyes met each other for that infinite moment. Love at first sight may not exist, but for that moment those two strangers felt a magic. And cruel faith must be for their paths were never to cross again.

Me, my mind, and sad thoughts

Novel Length Ideas I'm Working On!

So now that I know how to plan my stories, I'm planning them!

I bought some of those clear folders that you can just slip your papers through to organize everything and I have a folder for each.

I've had many, many, many stories over the years, but these are the ones I've decided to focus on.

Not Another Paranormal Romance

Loved the idea for this one and really want to continue with it. You can read the short story I wrote from this idea here, here and here!

Diary of an Ex-Witch

A recent idea (like a week old or so) Was definitely inspired by reading the Bible and understanding a few things about GOD a bit better.

Time Warp/ Rewind

Name is pending. This is an idea I had when I was 17 and I absolutely HAVE to write this! Especially since I've gotten so many new ideas for it! It will be about two 3rd formers (13 to 14-year-olds) who mysteriously travel back in time to the week before they were cruelly pranked by their peers.

K.I.D.S

This was a story idea from when I was 15, heavily inspired by my favourite series at the time, N.E.R.D.S by Michael Buckley (I still have and read all the books to this day!)

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This story grew in originality as I got older and it went from being about exceptional kid spies (veeeerrrry similar to N.E.R.D.S) to regular kids unintentionally caught up in the secrets and drama of the hidden. I'm still working on organising my thoughts for this one, especially since I plan for it to be a trilogy.

I do plan to work on some short stories, both to share with you and to exercise my writing muscles. I may also share some snippets of writings based on these novel-length ideas. I find that writing shorts featuring your characters are a good way to get to know them.

Okay the second one resonates with me. I had started to write a fantasy book that was supposed to have a war, a disaster, and a REALLY serious plotline.

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It's now a toxic romance book. The two main characters are only together because of a rumor, images, and manipulation.

Starr(technically a victim but can stop it anytime he wanted to(he's a VERY powerful mage)) is TERRIFIED of Malcolm(the 'abuser' who gets stuck in the relationship too(he is a bully who uses his fist but after they 'get together' he never raises a hand against Starr for any reason. He was taught that an alpha who beats his partner deserves nothing but death)).

Malcolm starts treating Starr better but not really. In the end they have to work together to stop an evil sorcerer and get stuck as a couple.

I feel like some people need to relearn Genre Expectations... "Man, this tragedy sucks!!! Why didn't they just do XYZ, then everything could have ended happily!!" well, then it wouldn't be a tragedy, would it. "Man, this lighthearted teen romcom is terrible, it's so sappy and unrealistic!!" Well, yeah. If it had been gritty and dark, it wouldn't have been a lighthearted romcom, would it. Is the writing actually bad or are you just trying to order a milkshake from a Home Depot

Seeing the notes I wrote for my book and it’s like

No?? I don’t understand?? What was past mae thinking??

Writing tidbits

The way when I write with no plotting is so so SO different to when I'm plotting LMAOOO.

No plotting:

Vague idea of plotting:

PLOTTING:

LMAOO I think this is why i do NOT plot at all for my WIPS

i have had this story idea in my head for almost a DECADE. i have filled notebooks with it. i have filled my notes app with it. i have worldbuilt this world so hard. so many character and stuff. and it comes to 11,000 words only?? like what on earth. i’m so sad (-,-). i want words to be flying. i’m on chapter 3?? of like part 1 and i’ve just started and it’s already SO HARD??! ugh

anyways,,

my oc :: my main character::

lemme tell you i love her she’s hilarious and she’s not even here yet. her dad?? hilarious like i can’t wait to write him he will be so funny i alr know it. she’s like mwah but she will be going THROUGH it. my baby.

is it just me that gets random ass whole SCENES just in the middle of something. like i’ll be talking to someone or walking across the road and then BAM!

i now have a whole conversation between two characters in my head. my one (1) notes app is getting ABUSED at this point.

me: talking to my friend

brain: what if : FIGHT SCENE

me: takes out my phone and my fingers are flying trying to get this down

friend: ??? what’s going on???

like bro,,, this scene::

just came out of nowhere. no idea how?? but still like wow (sorry for the blackouts but i want this to be a suprise!!!)

like writing is such a mood i once woke up in the middle of the night with a whole scene written out and just??? went back to sleep and woke up like yeah that tracks

This is the poster for my story called Curtain Call! In this story, you'll tag along with these adventurous theater kids, who sneak into a haunted Greek theater, which is guarded by a creature that wears the Comedy and Tragedy masks. This beast is hunting them down, but the only way they can escape is to complete the play, defeat the beast and leave before they turn into the creature's slaves, much like the lives that were lost in the theater.

Way of the Water

Should I start talking to y'all about my book? I'm telling y'all about the characters and the world anyways.

Mostly because I want to build a fandom now so someone can eventually draw the twins as sharpay and ryan.

Help needed for a novel concept.

I have been toying with the idea of writing a novel, mainly for my own enjoyment and feeling of accomplishment, but I am quite worried it'll turn out too similar to TSH ... I would like to tackle themes of obsession with image and social prestige, but I've seen many works of fiction you can tell were influenced a bit too much by Tartt's work.. if anyone has any tips to help prevent this affect, that'll be appreciated.

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the waves (for tomorrow) - a song

soft sounds of the rain

i feel like a child in your presence

i wish someone had told me

that all beautiful things

may come to an end

you don’t need to remind me

it’s that time of the season

i can’t get my brain to hold it down

my mother told me

you kill all you believe in

so how come i believe in you?

As the sea I swell

I used to know myself well

Before you became my mirror,

I could see myself clearer

You’ve broken my shell

round or chords

how could we have known

words betray me

our innocent drive

that purest belief

of our beautiful youth

i want to resist

these powerful ties with the passing of time

with all of my mind i try

but instead

i will bury my pain in the shower drain

i will do my best to remember

if i am to live my life full of beauty

i will, too

live a life full of grief

As the sea I swell

I used to know myself well

Now I can feel my walls breaking

please don’t mind the shaking

and swear you won’t tell

As the sea i swell

you used to know yourself well

but as we grow with the seasons

the one thing that’s not leaving

is your spell

apples

sharing apples in the sun

i picked them,

they’re from the heart

the core is soft

as i bite, in deep

the flesh hums

and writhes a little

i’ll lap your words off the floor

where they fell, revealing

my lover’s basket

thoughts spill out like the flowers

in my lover’s basket

lovely little things, both

her mouth runs laps like a panting dog

unwilling to compromise

for existing ecstatically

flowers spill from my mouth

hanging there, still

as the presence of a dead loved one

thieves of reason are my baby and me

humming prayer into

each others mouths like poison

blinking in the mirror

confused

long night

softly bruised

a French perfume

cloth on skin

a hand

bluntly sovereign

held open unarmed

intentionally…?

softly palmed

there in the wrinkled sea

… a clementine

Mother

Mother was kind on loss today

she laid me a bed of roses

they prick lightly, almost lovingly

as the bare of flesh exposes

almost, almost

lost in the folds of skin so dark

the earth here is red and bleeding

into the leftover green of dying grass

two hands intertwined while meeting

for the first time almost believing

Mother lay me down in the deep

where the walls surround and plunder

pluck away at the skin of the living

the dog smiles with a crow, a murder

in its open mouth

almost dead, almost