#miscwriting

[phoenixapprentice]

[the-monochrome-island-blog]

real talk

This is gonna end up rhyming

Since I need to make sure this gets through

But don’t make the mistake of coming for me

If I didn’t send for you 

Don’t give me no petty comment

Under the guise of giving advice

Cause though I have enough ammo for an army

I’ve been playing nice

You won’t like when the gloves come off

That much is for sure

So tread very lightly

Cause I’m not warning you anymore

[miscwriting]

Writing Prompt;

Look to your left. That object now carries your soul and you must protect it at all costs.

[its-a-writer-thing]

Hello! Being a writing blog, I figured that most of your followers would enjoy writing their own stuff. Our blog is dedicated to publishing other's writing to other Tumblr users, so budding authors can receive feedback on their work. It would be a great help if you could notify your followers that this blog exists! Thank you for your time! Xxx

Absolutely! What a great idea for a blog!Followers, if you're looking to get promotion and feedback, check this place out!

[nimblesnotebook-blog]

I see that you're a popular page, and I was just wondering if you could notify your followers that our page is used to share writing with one another. Thank you x

[books-and-cookies]

hello! Being a book blog, i figured that your followers and fans may enjoy writing for themselves. Our blog was created for tumblr uses to publish their work to others, so they can receive feedback and maybe even publicity. If you could notify your followers that this page exists, that would be a big help! Thank you!!! Xx

This is an amazing idea, thank you so much for doing this! I'm not a writer myself, but I know there are aspiring authors among my lovely followers :)

Guys, check this out!

Thank you again, have a wonderful day!<3

[gurumapa]

Do you like writing?

Remember to follow and submit to MiscWriting to publish your writing to their page for others to read :)

[smearedqueer]

Pens and Fridges.

and just like that, the pen had encapsulated my soul. It was a pretty ordinary pen, to my disappointment. I had wanted my soul to be carried around in something more...unique, I guess. I stare at the pen, searching it, hoping to find something  I like about it. Made In Japan. Needle Tip 0.5 mm. I give up after a few minutes. It's too boring. For the hell of it, I start clicking the pen rapidly. in a mad, reckless, just-go-ahead-and-break way. I really don't give a turtle shit. After my initial anger subsides, I think about the pros of the pen. Pens are useful. You can write with pens. Great people have used pens to do all sorts of things. Pens are used to document things when computers aren't accessible and your phone is dead. I pick up the pen once more and twirl it in between my fingers, still feeling resent towards it but not as strongly as before. And, i think, at least pens are portable. At least the fridge hadn't encapsulated my soul. that'd suck to push around.

-  writing prompt: Look to your left. That object now carries your soul and you must protect it at all costs. from miscwriting.  thanks a gob.

[phoenixapprentice]

Look.

Look to the left.

Look to the right.

Look up.

Look down.

Look outside.

Look inside.

Look deep inside yourself.

What do you see?

A petting zoo?

A Walmart at midnight?

An empty car lot?

[the-monochrome-island-blog]

musings

To be flotaing one moment and falling the next Sometimes I have no idea what to do with you, what to do about you But then another wave comes - the storm tears apart anything not nailed down One by one, my most precious things are gone, eaten up by the elements You swallow them whole in one go Each touch, each smile, each sweet word and whispered confession They sweep everything away Leaving only fire in their wake You burn away every bit of resistance as if its an offense The ashes dont even hit the ground; they simply fly away on the wind And I'm left, bare and shaking, to weather another bout of turmoil

The cycle begins again The storm weakens, the storm lifts, the storm soothes the heat There's nothing that I can stop it and I can no longer hide from the punishment I let it carry me I let it send me to higher heights even as my world crumbles around me But when its gone, gravity does its work and I'm dropping into the sea of flames awaiting me on the ground Each tongue of fire licks my skin lovingly, scalding and purging my being at once I have nothing left to give, but it sears deep in search of my deeply hidden treasures I fight to protect them and I burn in the process My very soul scars But I win this time, accepting the brunt of the pain

Until you come again, unassuming as ever And slip your target from my limp scorched chest Cooling waves attempt to treat my burns But the water freezes me instead, needles to my wounds And I take each stab as your kindness to me Your mercy in compensation for the destruction left in your wake Gently you pet me Then just as easily you leave me, my heart in a pouch under your arm Is it a trophy or a spoil of war? Is it a gem or ammunition? And what of my resistance? Did it ever really exist at all?

My musing are all I have to keep me company, my bleak gaze turned to the endless sky

[miscwriting]

Writing Prompt;

Starting a piece of writing with the words; 'It was just one of those days when you woke up knowing...'

[thebookriot]

Hello! Being a book blog, I figured that most of your followers would love reading and maybe writing. Our blog is dedicated to publishing others writing to other Tumblr users, so budding authors can receive feedback on their work. It would be a great help if you could notify your followers that this blog exists! Thank you for your time! Xxx

Everyone go check out this lovely blog! :) 

[the-monochrome-island-blog]

hope.

I love you I give you my heart You assess it, compress it and store it away

I love you I give you my time You take it and make it into a session to treat yourself

I hate you I step away in tears You kneel and feel sorry for the pain you caused

I hate you I shut myself away You find me and kindly pull me against you

I don’t know you Your heart is fickle Your weakness peaks when you explain your indecision

I don’t know you You repeat your mistakes But I stay and play along in hope of better days

[miscwriting]

Writing Prompt

Put a playlist of your favourite songs on shuffle. Listen to the first one and then write a short story about how it makes you feel.

[miscwriting]

Writing Prompt;

Write a scene/ conversation between you and your favourite movie/ book character.

[miscwriting]

Writing... Idea?

When you wake up in the middle of the night/ can't get to sleep, write something. Keep a pen and paper under your pillow or on your bedside table.