screaming crying throwing up when queer characters have that little wooden shed or house in the forest where they can just be themselves that eventually gets demolished it truly breaks me

Want to join my writing club?

I’m looking for other writers to start an online writing club with. What do I have in mind?

The goals are mutual mentorship and motivation. We celebrate each other’s successes and support each other. A rising tide lifts all the boats.

I’m specifically looking for prolific writers. No offence to the people who’ve been working on their book for ten years, but that’s just not what I’m looking for. Published or not doesn’t matter, I’m just looking for people who finish their stories.

The meetings will be held online, through Discord or Zoom or some other platform for facetiming. This means the meetings will be live, in person, with your real face and your real name.

We’ll discuss our stories, successes, and setbacks and do writing sprints. I’m not interested in feedbacking each other’s stories, so you don’t necessarily need to write in English.

The meetings will take place at 8 pm mid-European time (the Amsterdam-Paris time zone), once a month on a weekday. I’ll put up a poll to decide on the day.

About me

I’m a woman in my late thirties, I’m a professional writer and editor, and I’m a mom of one.

People describe me as kind, supportive, and funny.

I’m currently writing a romance series set in a supernatural world. None of my books have been published, but I plan to.

My writing pace is about one book in two years and I usually write once or twice a week. I fell out of rhythm because I’m recovering from a serious illness, but I feel I’m getting ready to get back in the saddle.

Interested?

Send me a message (not an ask) and tell me a few things about yourself and your writing. I’m looking forward to hearing from you!

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We are the Little Red Writing Hoods a club that dabbles in both writing and reading. You can read about our activities and find a link to our discord server here.

We are also currently looking for more mods for our server! If you are interested in applying check out this post here.

This tumblr blog is run by @fleurtygurl and @caveatscriptor.

Want to know what we plan on reading next? Take a look at our spreadsheet here.

Current Book of the Month:

I'm Glad my Mom Died by Jennette McCurdy

Dividers taken from @lachatalovematcha and @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

coffee

i pour my coffee. i add sugar and milk. I stir it and watch it go from a deep black to a warm soft brown. and I wonder where you are. what you’re doing. i hope you’re well. and me? i’m trying to be well enough so that I can still be here when it’s time to meet you.

February 10, 2024

3:43am

Arranged for your studying pleasure, Charles Bernstein’s POEM PROFILER. Got a poem to study and it’s just too opaque? Found a poem you love and want to write something similar? Want to analyse your own work? The POEM PROFILER is for you!

The Creative Club session 22 ~special Uchiha event

today 13/06/23 9pm CET (Europe)/ 3pm EST (USA)

Maybe the last creative before the Uchiha event 2023! Come to finish your WIP (or even start it!). Let's find motivation, inspiration or just a nice chitchat.

for more detailed on our session please read this ask here

and jump immediately in the Madara Squad server ! ⤵️

Prompt: Write a piece based on a photograph. (Thank you @inkspellangel for the photo inspo ;) )

Time brainstorming: 10 minutes

Time writing: 30 minutes

This is a piece in response to one of the prompts in our book club, Little Red Writing Hoods (@joinourbookclub).

tl;dr: Do I beta read my stuff? Is the earth flat?

I have always loved the sea, there has always been a call of the water to my very essence, that is how I had become a professional diver. I lie. I have become a diver to fulfill the stupid caprice of getting my late father’s approval. He is dead, has been so since I was seventeen, didn’t even send me to college. He couldn’t.

I swam nimbly under the old wreckage of an old ship. That wasn’t what I was here for; here, the same place where I had had an accident four months ago. There it was, my car, the lights… still on? It didn’t matter.

My flashlight caught an old familiar face. The lone wooden statue of a cellist, perpetually playing even after it had sunk to the bottom of the ocean. Somehow it was terribly beautiful, between the wooden crevices and the slats created by its inexorable erosion there was new life, corals of every and each color, made for a beautiful net up to the musician’s knee, over the green algae that painted most of his suit and half of his face, and finding purchase on the cello’s base it confidently extended the colorful network up to the pegbox of the instrument. This very same statue had somehow been a personal god for me. Stupid, but so is most of hope, just a stupid little thought.

That fateful night the rain was unforgivable and unavoidable, such inclement weather had been my demise, that and sending the car over the guard rails and straight into the ocean. I couldn’t even process the moment, it just happened, one moment I was driving slowly through the road, the next I was underwater, no air inside the car, just water everywhere. Trying to remain calm and rational is a perfectly sound saying, but no one is either under the loom of death itself. I tried to take my seatbelt off, I couldn’t. I tried to break any of the windows next to me, I also couldn’t. I stupidly cried, or tried to, underwater. I remember looking at the only surviving photo of me and my dad together, it hung under the rearview mirror inside a keychain. We were smiling for the camera, ugly Christmas sweaters could be seen, we looked genuinely happy. The rest of the photos I had destroyed, childishly. Off in the distance, that was when I first made out another face, but as my brain was quickly being deprived of oxygen, I had actually thought it was a person, I had thought that I was dying and my dad was coming to get me.

A shimmer caught my eye, the keychain. Instead of going to my poor old car, I neared the statue. Hope was stupid, and yet… My hand hovered over the uncovered side of it. A gentle expression could be seen, where the algae hadn’t reached yet. Playing until the end, and even beyond, how fitting. I pulled my hand down. No need to touch it, wouldn’t feel a thing with all the gear that weighed me down as it was, at most I would disturb the little animals that hid in the coral, and even the ones that had managed to sneak inside of it and create a new home.

I finally approached the car and took the keychain out. That had been the sole reason to comeback here, even so, somehow, this had been far more than that. That statue was more than a hallucination now. It felt like a sign. Just like hope is idiotic, signs are the most illogical of nonfactual data. In my brain all of this felt like a reaffirmation, it felt like…

“All storms will pass, and there is beauty to be had everywhere.”

I tried to hold back the tears. Had my father ever said something like that? Yes, I believe so. He loved self help mottos, this sounded just like it. It was stupidly perfect.

i'll no longer carry my heart like it was a coffin. i'll no longer allow this anger to take hold on me. i'm alive, i'm alive, i'm alive. i'll repeat until i believe it.

October 2023 Goals: Complete!

Terribly sorry for the delay but I do have a perfectly valid reason that actually correlates with one of the goals… I got a job! 🎉 And I really enjoy it so far, but then again it’s only my fifth day today but so far I like it. I get to cook, work alone, and it’s in the early morning so I’m actually back home before 3. But anyway, let’s take a look at the goals for October and how I…

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We spent a bit vacuuming the mascot :) (pre-clean)

Post clean!!!

Already doing better than Normal Oak

Important Announcement!!

Hello everyone, I (Fleurty) have a very big announcement! We have decided to ask if anyone is interested in becoming a moderator for the server.

Why now?

The past two months I have been struggling to make announcements, ping people for events, create polls, host events, and so on. I realized that I can't do it all on my own, and would appreciate some extra help. My lovely support team @caveatscriptor and @biron-ore have been amazing! But they too live very busy lives and I don't expect them to run this club 24/7. So it's only fair for them to have some support as well.

Main Responsibilities will include...

Making announcements for events.

Pinging the "Sunday goals" role if no one has done so for the day.

Hosting and creating events (could either be writing/reading related or something relaxing such as movie nights).

Additional thoughts

I'm very open to new ideas in making the server better and more active. I think it has been very chill behind the scenes, and am open to any member who wants to suggest an idea for the community. Lastly, I wanted to say I know this is a huge request, so please don't feel obligated to help out if you can't. I love this club, and I love the community we have built. And wanted to give a big thank you to everyone who has been part of this amazing journey.

Interested in applying? Read below the cut.

If you're not a part of our server already, then look at this post here to join and read about what activities our server has to offer.

The link to the google form application for the server can be found here.

Note that this is not a paid position.

Little Red Writing Hoods Writing Challenge!!

Task: Write a piece based on a photograph! (picture provided by @fleurtygurl)

Time brainstorming: 10 minutes Time writing 30 minutes

This is very much unedited and just blurred out on the page.

The Girl that Carved out the God of Destruction

Ella was used to the process by now. How many years has it been since she was sacrificed to the gods? She lost time after a decade.

This one was no different from the hundreds of gods that she’d carved out during these years. He was like any other. Probably a genius of some sort. He had most likely done something great for humanity, or the people around him.

She paused for a moment. Trying to make out the heat from underneath the marble. Nothing. Still cold. She should’ve know.

But something with him made her almost believe that he would break out on his own.

She shook her head and took her hand away from his chest. The stone may have felt the same, but something about him was different. What was this feeling? Safety?

What if he would be the one to save her.

When you are sacrificed to the gods, you’re forced to work for them, until one of them claims you. Many beautiful girls and boys had come and gone in her time. But she was still unclaimed.

Would he claim her? She wouldn’t mind if he did. His marble made her believe that he was kind. She couldn’t quite figure out why that was. But could a man like him be anything but kind?

Was she fantasizing? No. She knew she shouldn’t. How many times had she hoped to be claimed? Every time she had been disappointed.

The marble cracked under her chisel.

Ella was claimed that day. By the man who would soon crumble everything she ever knew.

She was claimed, but every day she would wish she wasn’t.

Igniting Writing ‘Families and Friendships’ Contest 2023 Now Complete!

Our Igniting Writing teen creative writing competition for the summer of 2023, focused on the theme of 'Families and Friendships', has now come to an end. We had nine contest entries that our members submitted, each full of imagination and hard work, so thanks to everyone that got involved. The submissions can all be read here:

Usmi's entry - https://ignitingwriting.tumblr.com/post/724846414441644032/igniting-writing-families-and-friendships

Darsh's entry - https://ignitingwriting.tumblr.com/post/725939588548444161/igniting-writing-families-and-friendships

Ishan's entry - https://ignitingwriting.tumblr.com/post/726113633603567616/igniting-writing-families-and-friendships

Emily's entry - https://ignitingwriting.tumblr.com/post/726113831001243648/igniting-writing-families-and-friendships

Sanvi's entry - https://ignitingwriting.tumblr.com/post/726261703494582272/igniting-writing-families-and-friendships

Aisha's entry - https://ignitingwriting.tumblr.com/post/726825910675898369/igniting-writing-families-and-friendships

Shreya's entry - https://ignitingwriting.tumblr.com/post/727292124567060480/igniting-writing-families-and-friendships

Shaurya's entry - https://ignitingwriting.tumblr.com/post/727293664905314304/igniting-writing-families-and-friendships

Anoushka's entry - https://ignitingwriting.tumblr.com/post/727297621642854400/igniting-writing-families-and-friendships

Two competition winners, one from the Year 6-8 pupils and one from the Year 9-13 pupils, were selected. After some tough deliberating, Sanvi from the younger group and Usmi from the older group have been picked as our contest champions! Congratulations to both winners and well done to everyone else that entered for giving it a go.

Maybe we judge people too much by their looks because it’s easier than seeing what’s really important.

- Alex Flinn, Beastly

Madara Squad discord event : Creative club - 20th session

Today the 06/07/23 ~ 3pm EST (USA)/9pm CET (Europe)

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Just 11 days before the Uchiha Week. The creative club is opening a special Uchiha Week session to help you. Let's brainstorm together, ask other club members for some ideas, somes tips, show the results to our beta readers or from other fellow artists before showing the final result in public.

for more detailed on our session please read this ask here

and jump immediately in the Madara Squad server ! ⤵️