when days drift to tomorrows and memories finally fade when every corner doesn’t become a chance to run into you…again after a lifetime of days longing for just that one day i’ll be free to be me once more if only i could remember what for

forgetting you  is what i fail at the most

and the years roll by

Webzine submissions open for writing!

Dear writers on tumblr, pour yourself a drink on the house. We've been asking for editors for our webzine in the last few weeks (you can still sign up here). We are focusing on going into different worlds. Now, we can announce that we are accepting writing submissions for it!

Who can submit writing?

All writers can submit writing to our zine, whether you have already published other works. Or have previously shared other writing pieces on [tumblr] or Archive of our own (or similar platforms). Our editors will pick their favourite pieces for each category based on different criteria, the most important thing is how well the pieces fit our theme Portal to Another World.

What kind of writing can I submit?

We are open to any form of writing! You can submit any form of writing from poetry, prose, flash fiction, a short story, song lyrics or even a non-fiction essay. As long as it fits the theme and is unpublished. Our theme is Portal to Another World. Unpublished in this case means it isn't published in print or online. You can't submit excerpts from your WIPs when they can't be understood outside the context of your WIP.

Will you compensate me?

As much as we would love to pay all contributors, we don't have the funds. We discussed this on our server and decided we want our zine accessible to all readers. Understand this is a passion project, so you will not be compensated for your writing. The finished zine will be shared as a free PDF download with a pay-what-you-want option on our KoFi. The little money we make from the zine will be used to fund future projects of writeblrcafé (e.g. a second zine) and boosts for our Discord server.

Where can I submit my writing?

Just fill in the form below! You can submit your writing as a PDF file. The word limit for prose is 2500 words. The limit for poetry is 50 verses. You can only submit one piece of writing. If your piece of writing is longer, feel free to submit it. We will decide on a case-to-case basis. We hope many of you take this chance to collaborate on our webzine, which will be compiled in a compelling design.

Submissions for artwork will open soon!

Please reblog this post to spread the word in the writing community!

Watch the American Climate Leadership Awards 2024 now: https://youtu.be/bWiW4Rp8vF0?feature=shared

The American Climate Leadership Awards 2024 broadcast recording is now available on ecoAmerica's YouTube channel for viewers to be inspired by active climate leaders. Watch to find out which finalist received the $50,000 grand prize! Hosted by Vanessa Hauc and featuring Bill McKibben and Katharine Hayhoe!

Life is too short to argue, just say ok and move on.

-@lipikkawrites

I write to you, of you, not because our souls are intertwined, neither because you're mine or I'm yours, but because I do not know of any other audience, for these thoughts, in the form of mere words, for this fragmented existence, which reveals through the cracks of past experiences, to lose itself in the captivating beauty, that is yourself.

- DG

before i sleep.

The metropolitan kid pleads

"I miss the stars I used to dream of

before I was born that I have yet to see"

I look up at a dark night of city sky, empty

Who knew light could taint

And be too much, that it isn't anymore good

But then what are droughts, what are monsoons?

You ask of the province that I am soon to visit;

Well its stars are not the stars I'll look up to

And yet its stars are a new set I'll learn to miss.

- missed even before we met, lost before I've forgotten

I feel a void in my chest. Where you haven't been in my life, I've shrunk more and more into myself. No pain. Never, any. And, quite honestly that's saddening. I don't find release in tears, in suffering like I usually do. I'm not vulnerable, because I don't have you to show. I don't have words fighting to leave me anymore. No more smiles I could spare if I pick at my thoughts. There is not the dark and the stars I had plucked out from the violet sky to serenade me when I climb back into my mind. There are not the mountain peaks I had fashioned after the book that had had me hopelessly in love. There is not the balcony that overlooked the crashing sea or the music playing in the background. All of it, as if a distant dream. As if I waited and waited, and you never came to me. I am crumbling. I feel as if I can't breathe.

~nt

I need a hand, a touch, it doesn't take much to make me feel like this could be real, could be happening... ... could just be me grappling with realities, finalities, the dualities of a coin. Balanced on its side, stuck on the top where there's nowhere to hide - it's either heads or tails. I'm giving teeth and nails to shadows, to forms, to who knows what kinds of storms just to be happy for a minute. A semblance of comfortability - some sort of stability whenever I'm in it. Questions of life? The answers are death - everything makes sense after your last breath. Mine are getting shorter, sharper, the pain of her growing stronger, darker. The air condensing with confusion, immature delusions - it's a matter of pride driving my heart's suicide. Though I'll never once claim it's better to die young, I'd be the one to blame if "I love you" slipped my elder tongue. If the wind should ever forget your name it is forever in my lungs, and if the world should ever do the same, what would you and I become?

- © Paper Heart in a Glass Chest

My ******** How do you paint the Sun? Where do you put its warmth? In your fingers as we Ready for another goodbye Wait a minute I'll spill an ancient secret You've already learnt, in silence It is magical, and it is not, at all - I need to meet myself first Lest I lose us both

With every, breathless kiss I adored your welcoming body. Caressing your hidden valleys with a lust that spawned creation upon a world of forgotten memories to awaken. Between your lust and my devotion, our souls became an instant of reborn innocence and infinite possibilities. We drank of each other's splendor, drowning in endless seas of love and adoration while stars collided and were no more. Whisper songs into my ears as I cause your body to sing with sin.

Paradise with you is an endless reminder that Hell grows further away, with every glance your way.

Mixed Realities

her skin absorbs all color eats it and all i can do is stare

i am the absence of all color i lack so...i want crave lust knead need her

we are the grey the storm the future

Sixth prompt menu (March)

We are excited to present you our sixth prompt menu this March! This is our sweetest menu yet, consisting of five sugary companions for your drinks at writeblrcafé and sweetening our baked goods. So choose your sweet flavour and order a candied prompt from our menu!

Brown sugar: "If that's all it takes to kill a god, then how easy it must be to become one." by @basalamander-corner

Maple syrup: Write a description of one of your settings from the POV of at least two different characters, so you can see how their unique voices change how the setting appears to the reader. by @asablehart

Honey: Choose a song and write something inspired by that song. by @sadfragilegirl

Agave syrup: "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right now." - "I can't. I'm sorry." by @basalamander-corner

White sugar cubes: Write about two characters having dinner, but they can't explicitly say what they want to say. by @asablehart

We encourage all forms of original writing. You can check out our other prompts here. Make sure to tag your piece of writing with #wcprompt within the first 5 tags and mention which prompt(s) you used. We will reblog every order!

Please reblog this post to spread the word in the writing community.

Nobody is your friend until they defend your name in your absence.

-@lipikkawrites

Take me home, will you, for I've been out here lost, more than I wanted, longer than I anticipated, and lonelier than I imagined.

- DG

EMOTIONAL BID FOR CONNECTION.