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"She noticed everything about him, Like how his eyes looked like pools of coffee and staring into them gave her a jolt like downing six espressos"

Wrote a short story and this was my favourite line. Feel free to use as inspo

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I crave your touch, but mostly I crave your careless touch. That hand that abestmindly goes to my hair or my hand or my leg without you even realising. That touch where you know I'm just there and I'm an extension of you so it's second nature for you to touch. That's what I desire.

My brain... sorta when I have a crush..

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I've definitely hit that 'I'm too old' part of my life.. just saw a group of girls in next to nothing and all I thought about was how cold they must've been.. I mean it's Scotland in November! Do you need a blanket? Like those fishnet tights and short shorts look dope but I'm standing here shivering in my 15 layers

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I realised that I'm absolutely trash for the modern woman falling back in time trope.. like I cannot enough of this.. like epecially the romanticised versions of history.. like give me a modern woman falling in love with a super hot perfectly groomed guy, that doesn't ever understand her quirky future ways but thinks it's adorable anyways... bonus points if the past has magic or some fantasy element

Yeah I will always consume those kinds of stories..

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I'm just so tired right now... like not down a 6 shot espresso tired (did that once... it was a mistake) but like worn out wanna cuddle down in bed and daydream tired...

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Nanowrimo Snippet

'Woah little guy' Tin said as the strange fuzzy creature barrelled into her. 'Wait what the hell?' Wings seemed to have materialised on the strange fuzzy creatures back, which was disconcerting to Tin, but what had caused her exclaimation was the fact that the creature was definitely dead. Patches of its smokey grey fur had disintegrated and peeks of snow-white bone were visible but most telling was the eyes. They glowed the dull red of dried blood that was a tell-tale sign of a being that had been raised from the dead. The creature growled menacingly and without thinking Tin laughed. Although this animal was a reanimated corpse and had a fairly dangerous looking Row of sharp teeth it was also one of the cutest things Tin had ever seen. It looked like a giant squirrel but it was still only the size of a small dog, it also had wings on its back and a mane like a lion but all those things just made it adorable. So, when this small cutesy creature tried to intimidate Tin she couldn't help but laugh.

The creature looked confused at the sound. A woman across the bar looked up in surprise and joined Tin in laughing. 'You should throw Mabel a bone and look scared of her for at least a few seconds, otherwise I'll have to deal with her crying all night' she shouted over. The mysterious woman was probably the one who raised the creature. She did look like a necromancer. She was deathly pale with long black hair that was teetering on the line between styled and just plain messy. She must have liked the attention she got as a necromancer as she dressed exactly how you'd expect a necromancer to dress. All black leather that cling to her in all the right places contrasted with floaty ethereal fabric that moved with her like mist. Despite all that she seemed fairly approachable. The easy smile on her face seemed natural and although she was joking she seemed to really care for the little reanimated fluff ball that was still giving Tin the eye.

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Nanowrimo

So I'm doing nanowrimo for the first time this year... and boy is it more difficult than I thought it would be.

Confession time- I haven't really written anything in like 3 months so when I was like yeah I wanna write 2,700 words a day I really should've known it would be a bad idea.

I was super pumped for the 1st but as soon as it rolled around I found myself procrastinating most of the day. So much so that it was like 11pm and I hadn't written a word. I finally managed to open the word document but the enormity of trying to write 2,700 words literally was breaking me. I felt like I was back in uni and had an essay due the next day that I haven't started.

Just when I was about to have a breakdown I decided to go about it differently. I started a section I was really excited about and I stopped caring about my word limit. And I loved it.

Over these last three days I've only just made the 2,700 word count but I'm actually finding joy in the writing process again. I'm getting my grove back.

Later on this month when I'm, hopefully, more confident in writing and remember how much I actually love doing this I might try to stick to a word limit but for now I just want to use this month to fall back in love with writing.

So yeah, maybe that's not how nano is supposed to be done but it's how I'm doing it. I think I've never really been motivated that way and being stressed is not a great starting point for me. Using nano to make me write as much or as little as I want/can has been so much fun and yeah...

I actually love writing so much...

That's all.. thought I'd give this wee update and announce that I'm gonna try and post a snippet of what I've been working on tomorrow (technically today as I'm posting this at 1am)

Love you guys doing nanowrimo and I hope yous are enjoying yourself as much as I am ❤️❤️❤️ just keep writing

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This day is going so slowly and I hate people....

But my faith in humanity has been restored...

I swear working at a coffee stand is gonna make me go crazy. Apparently rainy days mean looooots of customers and mostly they're angry but weirdly for every terrible encounter I've had I've had a great one too.

People are capable of being the best and worst part of your day... lessons to be learnt- always be nice to your barista and they might let you have a wee free syrup

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Korean Dramas

So I have a new obsession... Korean dramas.

For anyone who hasn't had the absolute joy of seeing one I would highly recommend.

They are kinda like watching fanfic that's well done... They mostly have an amazing balance of fluff to angst. And boy is the fluff fluffy!

I literally forgot to eat, sleep or drink when I first came across them cause I was that obsessed.

Anyone who is like myself and want to chat about any k-dramas drop me a message

The ones I have watched so far are

Strong girl Bong Soon

Hi! School Love on

Korean Odyssey

Healer

Legend of the blue sea

My girlfriend is a gumiho

The bride of the water god

And I'm currently watching I am not a robot

Yeah I've become so obsessed that now I'm currently trying to learn Korean (so far just from watching the shows I can say- Mum, Dad, I love you and a swear word that roughly translates to damn)

This post is a bit of a mess of things but yeah feel free to hat to me about anything I this post 😊😊😊 I need to let my feels out to anyone!!!

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I'm a little late

So the 3rd of August came an went huh? I was totally in the ball before my loss of internet but apparently not posting on tumblr for a bit makes you forget to post on tumblr... who'd have thunk.?

Anyways I'm back and should be regularly posting stuff again... because (as with most aspiring authors) I'm now a barista!!!... A barista at a pretty slooooow coffee stall so I spend most of my time now on tumblr!

So yeah I'm back baby (hopefully)

So am I the most stereotypical person ever?? Dyed hair, doing a masters of creative writing part time and barista-ing part time...

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I'm gonna be away from this tumblr until the 3rd of August, sorry

I'm in a beautiful Norwegian town, with no wifi.. if fact I've been in this wifi less existence for a week I just scheduled a load of posts to keep this tumblr active but my minutes of wifi bliss are coming to an end and I've only scheduled to now.. I will see you soon and know that I love you tumblrverse..

Okay but seriously sorry if you've responded to something and I've blanked you.. I will be back by the 4th and hopefully will have written lots of lovely short stories for you

And hopefully I won't have gone mad from the lack of internet

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I realise this is not a healthy attitude but I like books more than people a lot of the time... I'd love to be different because as much as I love books I long to love people more... but books can't disappoint me (well not emotionally) and they will always be there and be exactly what they are meant to be and people... well people hurt...

I'm shy... like painfully so but right now I'm sat with a girl I spent the better part of a week with but now I'm old news as her new friend is around. And I get it. I really do I've probably been that person before who ignores people cause their friend has come but it doesn't hurt any less.

I've never been popular and for the most part I don't mind but I always feel like a spare part and that's why I love books. I can escape that feeling and become someone entirely new, visit somewhere entirely new BE SOMETHING ENTIRELY NEW...

Yeah sorry this is a ramble and it's a little sad but meh... I write to express myself and so here it is

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One night (alternate)

"Hush, please. I know what I'm asking for. I know we only have tonight and that everything is against us but please"-she touched his face and for once he didn't pull away-"let's forget about that for just tonight. I've come to realise that I love you but I can't have you forever. So instead I'll settle for what I can have, you tonight and if that's all I get then it's worth it. Because you see even one night of you is better than never loving you". Her voice had turned frantic as if her life depended on his acceptance of her love. He softly shook his head and she fell into despair believing he would never love her. She started to walk away but he stopped her.

"I never expected I feel this way. I kept trying to convince myself that I was only here for duty but I've always been here for you. I give myself to you body and soul. I will love you and try to keep you even when the world come knocking to end us". He took and deep breathe and continued "you may be content with even one night but I am not. I will fight for you and I will keep you."

They stood staring at each other for a long time not comprehending the love they felt for each other was reciprocated. When she could no longer stand there she flung herself into his arms. He smiled a deeply contented smile as he held her in his arms and when he looked at her her mouth was all he could see. His lips decended upon her caputuring her in his kiss.

They would not part, if they fell they would fall together

This is an alternate to my first one night thing.. or a different story with a similar theme.. these stories are inspired by Ruelle's war of hearts.. (yup I am a Malec fan girl) as always feel free to borrow any/all of this for your own stories or let yourself be inspired by it

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I think my aesthetic is wine and coffee...

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Sam sat with her thoughts all afternoon. Sat in the coffee shop drinking tea, which she felt was weirdly ironic. Although she loved tea she couldn't help but be drawn to the scent of coffee. She wished she was at home drinking vodka but she knew that it wasn't a healthy outlet so she forced herself to keep sipping her tea. Jill sat drinking coffee. She saw a girl at the table beside her drinking a pot of tea. The girl was leisurely drinking, taking her time and Jill hated it. She'd had to order an espresso because she had less than two minutes and she'd be on the run again, another day another meeting. Her time was always slipping through her fingers but she didn't have time to dwell on it. Off she went shooting the caffeine and away she went. Martha saw the business woman leave. She wished she could find a job. Anything would be good but she always came up against rejections. She stared down guiltily at her glass of water. She'd need to leave soon the management would kick her out if they saw her using the wifi without buying anything. She just needed to look at the job website again. Maybe today was the day. This was just a short story from three perspective to remind people that everyone is going through something so always be kind... you never know what's going on in someone's head so don't be a jerk.. yeah that's all I got.. honestly I was just inspired by this wee post it note and wanted to wrote about it

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One Night

She took him in her arms and let him discover all her secrets. Every intimate curve and crease of her body was his to claim and in return he held nothing back.

He did not know but this was to be her last night of bliss. Her last night being free. Tomorrow she would be gone but at least for tonight she would cherish the man in front of her. She let herself drink in every detail trying in vain to memorise every freckle and every magnificent flaw.

If he knew what she had planned he would rage against it. He'd spend the rest of their time schemeing and planning but everything would be futile. No, she'd prefer to use her time loving this man. Letting him believe that they were meant for each other when she'd be gone in the morning.

She wouldn't let herself dwell in her pain. She needed to let herself live in that moment of love and lust. She let him fill up every corner of her mind, and rode out the pleasure until nothing else remained.

"I love you" he said, she turned away hiding the tears that fell as she whispered "I love you too"

Oh a little bit of a steamy post for you today. But also super sad... not too sure what that says about my emotional state.. Who knows?

As always feel free to use all or part of this in your own stories.. but if you do use it I'd love for you to tag me in what you come up with (you don't have too)

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Bitter, Sweet

My sister and I left on a Thursday. By left I mean ran away and by Thursday, I mean it was probably a Thursday. Nothing good ever happened on a Thursday. We ran while our feet bleed, ran until we had no air left in our lungs and then we ran some more. We ran past people going about their everyday life. They were getting groceries and if laughter had still been part of my vocabulary I would’ve laughed. Everything we’d been through felt insignificant in comparison to watching someone buy milk. Would that ever be us?

While we were flying through the air I watched my sister. She was the quiet one and the one everyone always looked on with jealousy. Her golden hair and smiling dimples meant everyone was smitten by the china doll. I on the other hand was always the quick glance, the second choice, the forlorn girl, the unremarkable sister. But they had said they wanted us both. They said that our souls were a matching set. My bitterness the perfect pairing to my sister’s sweetness. Before I’d heard that I’d assumed it was just her they wanted. I’d smiled for a second until I remembered where I was. Then my fists had balled leaving crescent moons on my palms. I’d never wanted to be wanted. I decided then that although they had me they would never own me or my sister and so we escaped.

We ran hand in hand with a promise to never leave each other. Fail or succeed we would never go back. My sweet sister could not stomach the words spilling from my lips. She was repelled by the sentences worming their way into her ears. She recoiled against my plan reverting back to a toddler throwing a tantrum but still I kept her hand securely in my own. The bitter taste outweighing the sweet.

As we approached the cliff I abandoned my promise and kept running. My hand still in hers so we went down together. Suspended in the air I felt gravity take hold of me. Then my arms stretched and shifted into wings. My neck elongated and my skin turned to feathers. I felt myself becoming lighter as the falling morphed to flying. I swooped in enjoying the rush of air that hit my wings like a parachute as I scooped up my sister.

My transformation hadn’t hurt, in fact it felt as though I had become a more authentic version of myself. Beautiful for the first time as the unremarkable became remarkable and the bitter turned to sweet until it was all that remained.

It was a graceful fall as I glided to the ground. My sister clung to my back. She screamed and squirmed but I got her safely down. My red feathers bloomed bright against the dull grey of the rocks. My sister’s golden hair the only light at the bottom of the cliff as she knelt beside me, her head bowed.