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moonlightdream-writings · 3 months

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✎ about me: hii, I won't share my name so you can call me whatever you want, I might choose a nickname later on.

𖦹 I'm a minor, I love books, music, cats, tea and many other things. I'm a vegetarian. I'm quite introverted.

𖦹 I'm open to constructive criticism on my writing and in general. (example: if I misspell something, break a grammatical rule, say something offensive)

𖦹 I say lol and similar things to make things less dry.

✎ things I like:

books: The Lunar Chronicles, Ivy Aberdeen's letter to the world, divine rivals.

movies: EEAAO, About Time, Ghibli in general, Corpse Bride, Brave, The Truman Show, the eternal sunshine of a spotless mind.

tv shows: the good place, good omens, inside job, Arcane.

✎ my tags: #moonlightdream writes #moonlightdream writing

long text warning lol:

✎ info: this will be a writing blog. I'm not really a writer, I rarely write, but I love reading and it's sort of a dream of mine to write and publish a book. and I thought having a blog dedicated to writing would help to inspire me to write more.

𖦹 that's why I say "I created this impulsively"

𖦹 English is not my first language, I'm about to start studying to get the first certificate this year and I only started reading literature in English this year. but I consume a lot of media in English.

𖦹 I might post some Spanish sometimes, but this blog will be in English mainly.

𖦹 I really want to write Fantasy or sci fi but it makes me anxious to think about so I won't write that for now, it's too complicated lol

✎ why did I create this blog? it's not only because I want to write more, because I could've used my other blogs, but since I'm just starting and my writing is not very good, I don't want to embarrass myself in front of my mutuals lol.

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moonlightdream-writings · 2 months

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There's things I want to say to you

this is pretty much a diary entry and it doesn't make sense, but...

We were never really friends. But now that we don’t talk, I feel your absence. I notice when you walk past me and don’t say hello, I notice. I notice how you are no longer excited to see me, or how you don’t show it. I know I never showed appreciation to you, or not enough. And maybe I really didn’t care that much, but I feel your absence.

I just wish you understood me better, I want you to care about what happened and about me, I want you to miss me, I want you to talk to me. But you don’t ever do any of those things. You don’t understand, you would be here if you did, and you don’t care about me or what happened, you don’t show it, you don’t miss me, you hardly even look my way, and you don’t want to talk to me, you’ve had plenty of time to do it.

I was sure you cared. I was, and now I’m not. I knew you loved me, and I don’t anymore. You’ve had so many chances to talk to me. You get that chance every day. Every single day. And you never do. You can’t be that afraid. Or that careless. Which one is it? Am I easy to forget or are you just a coward? I don’t know, I don’t understand. And for some reason, this drives me crazy.

And I don’t know why, I thought I didn’t really care, but maybe I do. There’s just so many things that were left unsaid, and it just keeps growing inside me and it’s filling me up inside, consuming me like a parasite, I don’t know much time I have until I fall apart, consumed by the memory of us and all the things I want to say to you.

So, here they go; all the things I want to say to you:

I don’t think you were ever truly there for me, you left me alone uncountable times, and everyone makes me feel like it was my fault, and partly it was, but it was also yours. You left me alone. I actually said this to you, but it’s almost like I didn’t, because you did nothing about it.

You left me out of so many things, you made me feel unimportant, like I didn’t belong, like I didn’t matter to you. But you still pretended to be my friend.

I know you care about me, but it doesn’t mean anything if you don’t show it. Saying “I love you” a lot and hugging me doesn’t make up for everything else.

You never understood me, and you don’t know me. You have a picture of me in your head, and it comes with a whole personality, that, I’m afraid to say, doesn’t truly exist. I’m not the way you think, but you kept treating me like I was. And I cannot stress this enough: I’m not that person, and you are putting me in a cage, and you don’t let me grow.

You were cruel, and immature, and you never apologized properly. And I’m still waiting. I’m waiting for that conversation you owe me. I can never be your friend if we don’t talk about this and you don’t apologize. I don’t know if you want to be my friend anymore, but you still should say something.

You complain a lot, but you are not trying to make things change for the better. Well, you did try, but things did not go your way, and you gave up and stopped. And I know you’ll keep complaining. That’s wrong. You need to stop blaming everything you don’t like about this on others, because we are not responsible for everything that’s wrong.

I’m not trying to blame you of anything. And I know that if there is someone to blame, it wouldn’t be just you, it would also be me, but I won’t say this here, because it’s not about that.

That’s not even all, I could say more, I could go deeper, but, what’s the point? You will never read this. And even if you did, you wouldn’t do anything about it.

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moonlightdream-writings · 3 months

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Un Día en la Vida de Una Bruja Oculta

esto lo escribí para mí clase de historia porque era una tarea y casi nadie más lo escribió y la profesora nunca me dijo nada al respecto :,) . es súper cortito pero me gustó bastante.

palabras: 347

trigger warnings: nada creo

Hacia pocas semanas el invierno había llegado, y Florián ya se sentía enfermo y débil. Por eso había decidido salir al bosque, muy temprano en la mañana, a buscar unas hierbas para aliviar su fiebre y dolor de cabeza.

Me había asegurado de que nadie me viera, y me fui después de que mi esposo, Elric se fuera a trabajar a la reserva. Yo apreciaba a Elric, pero también sabía que si él supiera como yo aliviaba los dolores y sanaba los males, me acusaría de bruja.

Yo no sabía porque me acusarían de tal cosa, o porque era malo curar, solo sabía que la melisa y la manzanilla aliviarían el dolor de cabeza de mi hijo. Cosa que me había enseñado mi madre, Philomena, cuando era pequeña.

No tuve que adentrarme mucho en el bosque para encontrar las hierbas que necesitaba, recogí lo suficiente y volví a casa. Allí le preparé un té a Florian con las plantas que había recogido y recite algunas plegarias a los dioses y la madre tierra para que funcione.

Lo dejé tomar su té a solas y salí recoger los huevos que habían dejado las gallinas, para el almuerzo. Ademas de los huevos, prepare un guiso de carne, vegetales y especias que había conseguido Elric en la feria.

Un poco antes de que sirviera la comida Elric llegó. Cuando vio a nuestro hijo ya más animado y mucho menos enfermo me dijo:

“Gracias a Dios el chico ha mejorado ¿Verdad, Ofelia?” sin sospechas de lo que yo había hecho.

“Si, un verdadero milagro” le contesté.

Dimos las gracias antes de empezar a comer, después decidimos que Florian debería descansar un poco más mientras mi esposo y yo salimos a trabajar nuestro manso por el resto del día.

Después de la cena y cuando Elric y Florian ya estaban dormidos, salí a tomar aire y le agradecí a la madre tierra por haber ayudado a mi hijo, y a mi propia madre por haberme enseñado a ayudar a los demás con hierbas.

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moonlightdream-writings · 3 months

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I Wish I Had Taken That Train

i wrote this a few months ago, and i got the idea from a short story writing prompt. lately i've been considering adding more to this story.

word count: 947 words

trigger warnings: break up, a little swearing, I think that's all

We fought again. I got so mad, I definitely sounded very mad. I started screaming, and I didn’t stop. I thought that if I screamed, you’d listen. I said the most hurtful lies. And I left. It was the middle of the night and I took a train back home. I never said sorry. I never told you I did love you. I didn’t even say goodbye.

Today I woke up in my apartment at 11:30. The first thing I saw was your text that I didn’t deserve.

“I think you should come back home. I think we should apologize and talk calmly. Please take a train and come back. Is around 10pm ok?”

You wrote that at 9am.

I was still angry. I don’t remember why at this point.

I just replied:

“ok”

You saw it immediately.

“Carmen. I know that you are angry now, but if we don’t talk about it, I guess this might not work”

“What I dickhead” I remember thinking “what makes you think you know how I feel?”

“I said ok, I’ll go”

“good”

You responded. And we didn’t write anything else. And I didn’t do much after.

I just thought about what I’d say to you, what you’d say to me. I knew you’d break up with me. I hated you for a moment. I hated you because you didn’t seem to understand, I hated you because you didn’t stop me, why didn’t you stop me? I hated you because you let me leave, I hated you because you probably did just want me gone.

I didn’t shower, I barely ate anything, I didn’t do any chores or work.

I didn’t change my clothes, which were the ones I wore the night before. I just put my fake leather jacket over them, took my purse and left the apartment to meet you just so you would let me go again.

I bought a ticket at the train station. The train would arrive in thirty minutes, then three hours and I’d see you.

I sat on a bench, put on my headphones and listened to some music. I didn’t know what I was doing. You obviously hated me, or at least you didn’t like me anymore. Maybe you hadn’t for a while. Maybe you felt relieved it was over.

Maybe it wasn’t even worth going. I mean, you were making me go to make me suffer. At least you should pay the ticket.

Everything was too much.

I stood up five minutes before it was time for the train to come.

Then it came.

Everything looked good, there wasn’t too many people, there was space to sit. It seemed new so it probably had calefaction, and I was sure it was on since it was a cold night.

Everything looked so good. It wouldn’t even be uncomfortable to stay there for three hours.

But I was still so angry at you. Why would I go? You wanted me back, I didn’t. you should be the one coming to me.

So, I didn’t go in.

And as I saw it leave, I realized that I was in the wrong in the situation. That even when you loved me so much you wouldn’t come back to me after this. That you’d realize you deserved better. Because you were not stupid, you were so smart. That’s why you didn’t yell back the night before, that’s why you let me go to process things, that’s why you gave me an ultimatum.

I had to buy a new ticket.

I had money in my purse, for the return ticket. I would give it a different use.

I basically ran to buy a new one.

“That was the last train of the night” the employee said.

“What?!” I almost shouted.

“I’m Sorry” he apologized.

“There’s no way that was the last one”

“it wasn’t, but there are are no more tickets”

“ma’am, I- “

I just walked away.

I couldn’t believe it.

I took out my phone to explain everything to you, but I had no service. Shit, shit, shit.

There was nothing I could do to fix things.

You were going to think I just didn’t want to go, and now you are going to forget me, move on.

You probably deserve that, but, fuck, I wanted to try to be better. For you.

I didn’t know what to do.

I walked back to the employee.

“I need a phone” I said.

“to your left” he pointed to a phone.

“Thank you” I said as I walked towards the phone.

I marked your number and waited.

“hello?” I said.

“hello, who is this?” you said.

“it’s me, Carmen, I didn’t catch the train, I’m sorry”

“Carmen? Why didn’t you catch the train? Were you running late?” you sounded confused.

“no… I just… I doubted and I didn’t get in” I didn’t want to admit it.

“oh.” Shit.

A moment of silence.

“And now I can’t buy another ticket for today, there aren’t any left” I explained.

You didn’t say anything.

“what should I do?”

“What do you mean?” You said, and you sounded slightly upset “there’s nothing you can do”

“I could try tomorrow”

Another moment of silence

“I don’t think you should”

“what? I don’t understand”

“I told you that if you didn’t come, I didn’t think this would work”

“Yes, you did but-“ my voice broke, I didn’t want to cry “I did want to get in”

“you said you doubted, and that’s why you are not coming”

I didn’t even know how to respond.

“I seriously wish I had taken that train” I said with tears in my eyes.

“I Know, I’m sorry”

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