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annakayy · 3 months

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Been revising this novella lately and I’m actually quite surprised at how far my writing has come within the past six months. I started The Hinterlands to stay dedicated to writing during the year, to make sure I couldn’t make up any excuses as to why I couldn’t write, and it’s helped immensely with productivity and, evidently, improvement. It makes me wonder where I’ll be in five years or so, what will have changed. I’m curious as to what I’ll think of my writing now. Will I cringe? Will I admire it? Will I be completely indifferent? Will I be using any of the characters that I’m focusing on now, later on? How will their fates have changed? What kind of themes, what new stories will I have written?

Things like that are the kind of things I look forward to knowing. The future is promising!

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mysoulsecrets-blog · 9 months

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A MAN OF HONOR AND PRIDE.

Good men have empathy, they take no pleasure in the struggles and failures of another, they care for others and are genuinely concerned for people whom they hold close to their hearts, they're kind and emotionally available, their good character is the backbone of a magnetic personality which attracts people, but some people are so self-obsorbed that they only care about their selves, but kindness is the key quality of a good man and they're willing to put your needs before theirs, and that makes them a keeper.

This is a tribute to my dearest friend.

He keeps his promises, he doesn't tell lies, nor does he get involved in any type of gossip or drama and that makes him a "A MAN OF INTEGRITY"

Happy birthday professor ♥️

@poetrybyonur

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phynewrites · 17 days

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Prompt 4

The hero cried incessantly, caressing the cheeks of the dead civilian in their arms. The goddess merely stood at the scene, hands on her waist.

She scoffed at them. “You should be worried about other things you know.”

Sidekicked glared at her. Hero couldn’t even look her in the eyes. “That’s easy for you to say,” hero muttered. “How would you know death? How would you know grief? How would you feel this pain? You are a goddess and an immortal. Would it kill you to try to empathize with us for just a moment, even if you think that we are beneath you?”

“That’s not what I was saying at atl!” She didn’t intend to raise her voice, so she poised herself again and crossed her arms. “I mean, if you really want Civilian to come back to life that bad, I can just ask death to bring them back here, that’s all!”

“You can do that?” Sidekick asked — or rather, screamed. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped. Hero still wasn’t looking at her.

The goddess chuckled with amusement and laughed, “Of course I can! I’m Death’s little darling, he’ll listen to me for sure!”

Then her expression started to become more serious. “However–” goddess lifted her finger in apprehension, “like what I have said earlier, there are other things you should be worried about, such as if the dead wanted to go back to the world of the living.”

Hero finally stared at her, their eyes glimmering with the tears and lips curled into a frown. No one between Goddess and Sidekick could tell if they were relieved or angered by her advice. Nevertheless, the awkwardness of the space was saved by Sidekick’s loud mouth.

“Well why wouldn’t they want to come back?”

The goddess sighed. “You see, there’s a reason why death is painful for the living, so it can be pleasant in the afterlife. The afterlife is a place where the dead will not want to go back to living. There is only peace, contentment, and people that they thought were long gone.”

“Long story short, the afterlife is everything a person could want. Once you experience it, you will understand. Do you think that you can pull a person away from such a state of perfection and back into this world of uncertainty?

“Think about it —” she snapped her finger and a portal opened. Before stepping in, she looked back and said, “And once you do, let me know what you want to happen, okay?” The Goddess winked and she vanished alongside the portal.

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wildheartedghost · 3 months

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My love for you isn’t something I question or anything I’m unsure of

It is not a love born from obsession

I feel like obsessive love is selfish

No

My love is selfless

I don’t demand all of you

I want whatever you will give me

And I will cherish it

Give me your Saturday mornings instead of your Friday nights

I want your devotion but none of the suffocation

I want to be my own person and you to be yours

Pure love to me is exactly how we are

I can live this life alone and survive it but I choose to spend it with you

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traailmix · 2 years

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Me: hmm *writes a random prompt, putting in little effort while on the verge of falling asleep*

The prompt: *gets like 180 notes and a handful of reblogs*

Me:

#writeblr #writers on tumbler #prompt #hero x villain #villain x hero

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williamjamezzz · 7 months

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I FINISHED MY BIO CORSE!!!

I really struggled with that corse but I finished it with a 90% and I am so happy I don’t think I’ve taken a more frustrating class.

I am now taking world history (per my request) as it relates to the book I am writing and honestly need a break from classes that feel like learning.

I am and always have been in love with history so this is a nice corse to be taking

#history #world history #studyblr #study blog #studyblr community #books #writers on tumbler #writing #biology #year 12 #study life #romantisize study #book nerd #my wrist is killing me

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annakayy · 3 months

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There Are Easier Ways To Die

I see you through a broken window

Two birds silhouetted by the hard-cast light

The man in the moon can only know

If I wonder, "will you make it through the night?"

I saw you through a broken window

The sunrise swept away

Midas takes our healing silver

I take stars and stories too,

The one who could never stay

That glass is shattered

How can I refuse

You, I could have loved

But that farthest star

Was my whispering muse

Our windowsill is empty now

Words but never voices

To know but never see

All of those star-bound choices

Streaks of sun across my floor,

Our past is abating

That lawless gold told me more-

No longer will I be found waiting

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mysoulsecrets-blog · 11 months

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An emotional connection is feeling of alignment between people, that goes beyond having fun together, surface level conversion, or even intellectual similarities, instead it feels like you're connecting on a deeper soul level, and feel secure connecting that deeply and that's how some connections become unexplainable.

This is for you both @wordsbyjenpoetry @onurtaskiranpoetry

I can't explain in words how much I love you both and your friendship means so much to me.

I love you both so much ♥️

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teddyregulus · 1 year

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Part One

July 18th 2017 at a gas station downtown.

It was one in the morning, possibly even later. No one but myself was there until an old, beaten up mustang pulled up and in came a man standing around 5'10, if I had to guess and started rummaging around the chip aisle. He was wearing a red chequered flannel that made his build heavier then what you would think it was, a beard along with unkempt mutton chops and darkened hair to match, lighter eyes that held what looked like a lot of pain. He gave me a feeling of Deja Vu and I almost had felt… comfortable? Around this complete stranger.

He came up to my counter and dropped the chips while gesturing to a pack of smokes that were for sale. As I passed him the smokes he looked up and a look of reconciliation and panic crossed his face. But as quickly as it showed, it left alongside the man himself after paying. I passed by what happened and grabbed the money, whatever he ran for must have been important because he had left over $100. I don’t know who would do that even if it was an accident. As a ring from the door made me look up, it was my friend Cecilia, she had black hair reaching to her hips and brown eyes that always lit up when she talked about her passions, she was smaller than me and skin that was darker than her eyes. She’s my best friend and acted like a sister to me after finding out my brother didn’t take care of me but instead left me with our parents. We swapped out and I gave her a tight hug before I left. Walking out the chill hit me and I regretted not bringing a jacket or a coat with me, but pushing through I kept shivering and tried my best to ignore it. My car had broken down but I wanted to get home quickly but the only way I could do that was by cutting through an old alleyway that had now been abandoned due to all the bodies that showed up.

Against my better judgement I started to make my way down it, taking steps quicker then I could process that I didn’t realize another set was behind me and quickly catching up. Once realizing there was someone behind me my steps turned quicker and I started feeling the person right behind me, a hand made its way to my shoulder and I turned around with a yelp while trying to aim a punch at them. Once calming down I realized it had just been Callum, an old classmate of mine. I should've known that he was down this way, people call him freak show Callum, even in college they did. It was started by one of my friends for whatever reason, I can barely remember his name. Brian? Sam? Could it be something completely different? He said it was because Callum would always follow our group around and that he was always seen eyeing someone from our group. Either it being one of us was studying or it was during our musical practice, and after he had disappeared everyone blamed Callum for it, even I had. Callum reminded me of Erik The Phantom from The Phantom Of The Opera. I shook off the feeling that he was following me and that It had been just a coincidence he was walking down the same alley that I was.

“Heyyy Callum. You okay mate?..” Nothing happened, he just tilted his head and kept staring and staring… and staring. It came to the point where I thought he just dissociated since it has happened a couple times before when I talked to him. So I patted his shoulder and started my trek back home. Not hearing steps behind me and checking over my shoulder to see if he had just become quieter made me relax until I noticed that his silhouette had disappeared and I was alone again. Having him at least in the alleyway made me feel some sought of serenity but now that he was gone I realized the possibility of having someone else near me that wasn’t someone that I knew, but then I recognized the possibility that Callum could’ve easily hurt me if he wanted to. He still could since I don’t know where he went nor if he knew this alleyway more than me, I had no doubt about that honestly. When we were partnered up for a creative writing class where we had to use a place in the school for inspiration he walked around the rundown part of the school like he owned it and without hesitation he pulled me along and we got to a part that I didn’t know about.

Shaking my head I focused on the path in front of me all while grabbing my keys out of my pocket and I turned a corner to see my house only mere steps away. I thought to myself at the door and slammed it closed with my foot, I locked the door and wobbled into the living room arch. I sighed, throwing my keys, wallet and bag onto my table while shrugging off my jacket and onto the couch. Rubbing at my face I went to sit down on the leather couch I just threw my jacket on, sighing while rolling my shoulders to get the knots out a clanging of a plastic cup felt and my senses heightened. I turned around to see a person that looked oddly familiar, and like the man at the gas station I felt at ease and it almost felt like he wasn't a threat at all even though he broke into my house and was going through my cups? Why my cups of all things?

“Hello Spencer, it’s been a really long time since we last saw each other. You’ve definitely… grown more.” A smirk was present on his face and I reached out to grab the knife. I kept at my side table but he was to quick and had grabbed at my wrist before throwing me onto the couch and pointed my own knife at me. To say i was pissed was an under statement.

.End of part One.

Teddy Regulus.

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wildheartedghost · 4 months

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Everyone wants to be a phoenix

Beautiful and Bold in all it’s glory

A story of rebirth and redemption

Consumed by fire

Reduced to ashes

Regenerated into something fierce

But no one talks about what happens after

The phoenix may be stronger and indestructible

What you don’t realize is that it has no where to land

A phoenix doesn’t have a home

#writerscreed #twcpoetry #excerpt from a book i'll never write #writers on tumbler #female poets #female writers #spilled poetry #poets on tumblr #poetryriot #new poets on tumblr #poetry

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thebarefootcajun · 10 months

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I Can Inly Hope

At half past six each morning Mary boiled water and dripped her coffee. Ritual was important to Mary. She lived alone in a lovely house on Market Street where many fruit and vegetable venders sold their produce each day except Sunday.

Mary went each day to buy a banana and some beets, her two favorite foods. Bananas for extra calcium and something sweet. Beets to pickle, an addiction of hers.

Mary’s daily routines kept her content, dripped coffee, outings to buy bananas and beets.

Mary wrote short stories, never published. At 99 they were all published.

Maybe mine will, too?

#publish #write #writer #microfiction #routines #writers on tumbler

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thepaperpoet · 10 months

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I Miss You

Come back

I miss you

I miss the way things were

Before when you loved me

Before you loved her

Why can’t you see?

How much I am hurt

So deeply inside

my tear stained shirt

Inside it I hide

But it doesn’t matter

I’ll always miss you.

#Vent #sad #poetry #writers on tumble original post #writers on tumbler

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iconwannabe · 1 year

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every once in a while i read all the “trashy“ poems i composed in the heat of the moment and go *gasps* ‘danggg girl! didn't know you could do THAT’ *heart eyes*

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