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theresidentfullmoon · 7 months

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winterandwords · 2 years

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I'm not sure I can express this sentiment strongly enough, but I'm going to try via the medium of large bolded text.

Write what the fuck you want.

Write what makes you happy. Write what makes your soul sing. Write what fucks you up and makes you cry. Write what comforts you. Write what distracts you. Write what you want to read. Write what you want to watch.

Write what you want to dream about tonight.

Write what you can't get enough of. Write what you're completely obsessed with. Write what wakes you up at 4am and drags you out of bed because you can't stop thinking about what your characters are going to do next.

Write what turns you on, if that's your vibe. Write characters you're in love with and characters who inspire you and characters you want to be friends with and characters you fucking hate but oh my god they're so much fun.

Write about things you would sell your soul to do in real life and things you would never do in real life. Write about things that are happening right now and things that happened a thousand years ago and things that might happen in the future and things you wish could happen.

Write to get a publishing deal or to sell your books yourself or not to sell your books at all. Write for your friends or for strangers or for the people who reblog your posts on Tumblr and send you songs that remind them of your characters.

Write for yourself.

Fuck any system that tells you there's only one right way to create or one valid way to share your writing. Your story, the way you tell it, has so much value. Make people smile or piss people off or do both of those things because art is divisive and fascinating and beautiful.

Start writing. Keep writing. And write what the fuck you want.

#the shit in my head #writeblr #writeblr community #writer #writers #writers of tumblr #writers on tumblr #tumblr writers #writers community #writing #am writing #writing community #original writer #original writers #writing advice #writing tips #writing motivation

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yukiwhitetm · 4 months

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I wrote! I wrote! I actually wrote!

After a long time not writing much due to my grieving the loss of three of my friends, I have finally gotten back into writing. Edited a part in chapter five that I was unhappy with and started chapter eight of TLB.

Yay!

#writing #original writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #authors on tumblr #creative writing #author #original novel #writer #original writer #writers and poets #writerscommunity

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wordedarchive · 17 days

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escapril day 06 + 07: a childhood memory, portrait

[ there's a portrait of me hanging in my grandpa's office. pointy chin, bob cut and supporting her baby brother. a childhood memory forever preserved. care shines bright in her eyes. dreams resting unbothered. she looks lovely. every parent's dream baby. gazing at her feels unreal. she is too innocent. the lights gets turned off. tragic how wishes never end up rightly proven. ]

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abitbrokenpoetry · 9 months

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I learned more from you.. in the words you never spoke.. than the words you did.. i learned how to become invisible.. not seen, not heard, to blend into walls.. Like camouflage, to hide beneath covers.. I learned sadness is a hereditary disease.. I learned indifference cuts deepest of all.. I learned anger is the monster that lives in the closet.. it can control, and transform, and completely destroy.. I learned people never change if they see nothing wrong.. I learned indifference is deeper then hate. i learned the very first relationships we ever create in life.. are the deepest and most complicated ones.. so I walked away.

#poetry #poet #writerscreed #mypoetry #writer #poetrylovers #my words #my poetry #female poet #female writers #original poetry #original writer #spilled ink #family #parents #use the poeticstories tag to get your work seen here #poets on tumbler #writers of tumblr

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theiceemperor · 2 years

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#please #its an endless battle between origo and fanfics #it is how it is #writer memes #writing memes #writing things #fanfiction writer #original writer #writer problems

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coccinelle-et-chaton · 2 years

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Are you a writer working on an original story and are looking for your hype-people? Join our discord server!

Hey guys! My friend @fortuna-et-cataclysmos and I are setting up a server for writers that are developing a story/ working on drafts and would like a small community of friends to support each other along the way.

So, the basic idea is based some good experiences we had within our fandom server, where we hosted Nanowrimo last year and ended up with like, 14 people creating their own stories.

The idea is to just have a small community of friends that can hype you, motivate you, and bounce ideas off with.

In our Nanowrimo experiment, we all had channels to talk about our books, host Q&As, exchange resources (for example referring to larger writer servers or tips and tricks for querying and publishing) and other fun writing and development activities. We are sort of trying to emulate some of those dynamics here.

So anyway, if you're interested, hit us up with a dm and we can give you more info/answer any questions/ give you the server invite if it sounds like it's up your alley.

(Or if you are not but would like to support, please reblog! We would be super thankful if you help us spread the word out)

#writer #writers #original writer #novel writing #creative writing #writers of tumblr #writing server #writing discord #signal boost #writing community

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allisonspoems · 11 months

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all you ever did was make promises and chose to not keep them.

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ghostlyearthquakebluebird · 24 days

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Mathilda Crescent - a kinda scary short story I wrote

“I’m ready to tell you the whole story,” I tell my psychiatrist, Dr. Gilmore. He’s a kind, slender man with coppery hair and beige glasses. He is assessing me for schizophrenia.

“You got this!” He beams encouragingly.

I inhale sharply, as I begin to narrate that fateful night…

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“The rain penetrated the glowing streetlamps, casting the suburban street in a sinister light. Every building was shrouded in shadow, looming in the darkness like foreboding sentinels. I was cocooned in my thoughts, tired, and eager to get home.

“Turn right onto Mathilda Crescent in 5 kilometres,” the crisp voice of the navigator filled my car with its authoritative sound. I steered to the right, and that’s when I saw him.

A man emerging from the darkness, elusive against the flickering streetlamps.

He jogged across my car, and I swerved.

But it was too late.

The sickening crunch of bones and a metallic screech pierced the sultry air, echoing through the street. He tumbled along the road, contorting grotesquely.

My heart raced, trepidation clawing my throat as I watched it unfold.

Had I killed someone?

Trembling, I leaped from my car. I teetered towards the motionless man, my shallow breath trailing me like cigar smoke. Kneeling down, I pressed my fingers against his clammy wrist.

His pulse was faint. He was alive.

I hadn’t killed him.

I drew back, my chest loosening. The man was shrouded in darkness, but spasming light illuminated his foaming mouth, dancing across his pale skin. His eyes were closed.

Calmly, I dialled 000.

I’m not a murderer, I reminded myself, as the voice of a dispatcher filled my ears.

“How can I help you?”

“I just hit a man with my car. He’s alive but unconscious. He needs emergency services,” I explained. “I’m at Mathilda Crescent, Ascot.”

The dispatcher remained eerily silent.

Finally, he made a soft, muffled sound. A chuckle.

“Ma’am, are you crazy or lying? Mathilda Crescent was demolished 20 years ago!”

With that, he hung up.

I looked back at the man, still lying there. He was definitely real.

Realer than ever as he unexpectedly lunged at me, seizing my arm.

I was too shocked to scream. I jerked my wrist away, looking into his eyes as they snapped open.

They were globes of white, pooling with coagulated blood.

I shrieked in horror, my heart leaping into my throat.

Every part of me told me to run.

Far away.”

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I finish, looking at Dr. Gilmore. My nerves fray with anxiety.

“D’you think I imagined it all? Am I really schizophrenic?” I cry, a hostile psychiatric hospital flashing in my mind.

“No. You just gave the dispatcher the wrong street,” there is an unusual edge to Gilmore’s voice.

I frown. “What do you mean?”

“Your navigator led you astray. You hit the man on Tara Avenue, not Mathilda Crescent.”

I stare at him in stunned silence. I’m relieved to be non-schizophrenic, but I’m confused.

“How d’you know?” I ask.

His expression is unfathomable. The map of creases on his face distort with…rage?

Unexpectedly, he removes his glasses.

I gulp.

His eyes are purely white, crusted with parched blood.

“Because I’m the man you hit that night,” he seethes. “You left me, half–blind, to die in the bone-chilling cold, as I begged for help.”

My breath flees. I remember his desperate grasp around me…

I want to run.

But the doors are locked.

“Let’s continue our session!” A grin flickers across his lips. “I’ll show you what it’s like to be me.”

He smiles, drawing long, metal scissors from his pocket.

They point at my eyes.

I wrote this last year for a suspense english test for yr 7. what do u think? Did u like? The word limit was 600 words so thats prolly why theres some interesting word choices there haha

#scary story #spooky #short story #creative writing #suspense #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #scary content #tw: implied violence #young writer #female writers #original writer #original story #original work #oc writing #plot twist

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nc-harkin-writing · 1 month

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I'll be fine

Just as I always am

As I always have been

Resilience isn't measured by how many times we fall

But by how many times we get back up

While the struggle runs deep

And it aches like a chore

I know I'll get back up again

Once more

N.C Harkin

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a-bards-tales · 5 months

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Patreon info

I post free stories once a week, I also post paid content once a week.

The paid content is $5 a month and are longer than the free content (fee content is between 3-5 paragraphs while paid is anywhere between 15 and 20)

My free content is typically original fables/fairy tales or fairytale rewrites.

The paid content is all going to be original myths following different gods I’ve made up and currently it’s all origin stories.

I plan on making another tier where once a week I’ll post a chapter to an actual story. This will most likely be between $10-$20

I also have a link on my Patreon to my twitch channel where I’ll be reading my stories as well as having writing workshops and “write with me” streams

#Patreon #writer #Patreon writer #twitch #twitch streamer #twitch writer #original writer #fiction writer #fantasy writer

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yukiwhitetm · 3 days

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Chronically

by Yuki White @yukiwhitetm @sentariana

I'm so tired

Of being tired.

I wish I could be

Full of energy.

I wish I could run

Like a tiger chasing the sun!

I wish I could swim

Like a dolphin bobbing and diving!

I wish I could climb

Like an ape reaching for the sky!

I wish I could live

Like an able human takes and gives.

But you're not me

And I'm not you, clearly.

So, I have to keep living as me,

Tired, Pained, Chronically.

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wordedarchive · 4 days

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escapril day 19: a reminder

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abitbrokenpoetry · 4 months

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I had declared war on myself.. Bloody battles raging for years.. I sat in the middle of the killing fields.. savage; dirty weapons in hand.. victims lying around me.. but deep down I was broken.. people would come& they would go.. & I barely noticed them.. until you came wondering in my path.. you crawled through the landmines.. & dodged my grenades.. & you patiently sat with me as things exploded.. you were fighting your own battles.. you gave me your coat.. and wiped away my tears for awhile.. & it wasn’t nearly so lonely there anymore.. I never thanked you for that.. for keeping my company.. when I was trying so desperately to destroy myself.. I hope wherever you are now.. you have fought all your battles.. & won your war.

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theiceemperor · 1 year

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#writing memes #windify shitposts #fanfiction writer #writerblr #writers can relate #original writer

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sejaonwords · 11 months

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#blue eyed boy #king #queen #poem #original writer #wise words #quotes #poet #poetry

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