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Dinner.

[aloevera-o]

"If I can't have justice, I might as well join the unjust."

-Nunemaker's Parable by: Everyone's Worried About Owen

[aloevera-o]

So who are you to dictate how others write? Especially when literary agents and publishers have clearly said that they prefer said and asked more than other words.

So, if you like to actually read the post instead of the first three words. I clearly state, it is a joke and was sharing how *I* like to write *MY* stories, an shared it for those who *WANT* the list.

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My hairstylist being iconic

"Slayyy"

"You're so real for that"

"Sorry for drowning you" *continues to spray me with more water"

"That was practically a men's cut so I'm just going to charge you for that" (it was 1$ diffrence, but I love them)

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The reason the end of my name exists

a-o

It's a Lil face.

Or

a_o

Tehehe :)

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I have so many fic ideas, SO MANY,

The storylines all have similar vibes tho but are in no way long enough to be a "book"

So here is my plan.

Write so many different fics, probably ranging from 50-150 pages each, and shove them in a Lil book together

Whose with me?

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Do you remember when fear didn't taint a child's soul

When they could play in the yard

Or walk down the street

Now they can't

They must be chained so no one can take their body

But now their souls have been stolen

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Just another (fic) idea pt2

(This contains minor gore and emotional hurt)

The gentle hiss of the shower began. The running water washed over her soothing the aches in her back. The grime rinsing off. She lathered shampoo in her hands, rubbing it into her scalp. Her brown hair cut short, about an inch long. She hated taking care of it if it was long, this way she could shave it herself.

What was she going to do. She had been laying low for a little while because of the advance in surveillance and tracking of literally everyone. Now they had her face, and they know part of what she can do. It is going to take them less than a week to track down where she is. Then they will try to use her.

"Crap, fricking crap!" She snapped. "What am I going to do. What am I supposed to do. This bull crap doesn't come with and instruction manual," she babbles. "What do you want from me! Just leave me alone, I don't know what you want me to do!" She sits in silence for a few seconds. "Really, now is when your quiet, nothing! Not a hint, not even a tiny notion!" she snarled into nothing.

She begins banging her fist into the shower wall. The wall cracks on the third punch, scraping the top of her hand. The pain makes her slow, eventually just pushing her fist into the wall. She lays her head on the side of the shower. Her fist slides down the wall laying open at her side washing the blood out of the cut.

"Didn't stop me this time did you," she whispered.

The hissing stops and she changes into one of the three pairs of clothes she has. Two of the pairs are cargo type pants, a colored shirt, and a pair of socks. The one she just put on were comfy pants and another shirt she used for pajamas.

'Clean' The old pair of clothes is levitated into the air, specks of dirt come out from the clothes creating a small ball. The ball drops into the sink drain almost perfectly.

"Well now you work," she says bitterly.

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Hi dearest tumblr writers here is some tips you have no choice in using now.

Please stop over using: said, say, yell, whispered, in your stories. Its atrocious,

(Edit)

I know I phrased it that you were "over using" said. (I was making a joke) I'm not going to bully you for using it. I provided this list for those who *want* it. Personally *I* do not frequently use "said" BECAUSE *I* like to show more emotion in my dialog. Again I am not going to say your writing is good or bad based on the tag on your dialog. This list is for those who WANT to use it.

Use these instead

Neutral 

Announced 

Commented

Divulged(Make known)

Explained

Called

Began

Told

Reported

Observed

Remarked(Say something as a comment;mention 2. Regard with attention;notice)

Noted

Continued

Conferred(Grant or bestow 2. Have discussion;exchange opinions)

Replying

Replied

Retorted(Say something in answer to a remark, usually in a sharp, angry, or witty manner)

Answered

Responded

Suggesting

Advised

Appealed

Asserted

Beckoned(Make a gesture with the hand, arm, or head to encourage someone to come near)

Urged

Promised

Inclined

Implored(Beg someone earnestly or desperately to do something)

Implied

Hinted

Persuaded

Touted(Attempt to sell, typically by pestering in an aggressive or bold way)

Proposed

Teasing or Flirting

Grinned

Quipped (Make a witty remark)

Teased

Taunted

Purred

Mocked

Mimicked

Provoked (Stimulate or give rise to in someone)

Joked

Lied

Imitated

Making a Sound

Breathed

Choked

Croaked

Drawled(Speak in a slow, lazy way with prolonged vowel sounds)

Echoed

Grunted

Keened (Wail in grief for a dead person)

Moaned

Mumbled

Murmured

Painted

Sang

Stifled

Sniveled(Cry and sniff in a feeble or fretful way)

Snorted

Whimpered

Whined

Uttered

Bawled

Howled

Whispered

Accusing

Accused

Articulated

Postulated(Suggest or assume the existence or fact truth or a basis for a reasoning, discussion, or belief)

Angry

Barked

Bellowed (Emit a deep, loud roar, typically in pain or anger)

Bossed

Carped (Complain or find fault continually about trivial matters)

Censured (Express severe disapproval)

Commended

Criticized

Demanded

Raged

Ordered

Reprimanded

Scoffed (Speak to someone or about something in a scornful derision or mocking way)

Scolded

Seethed (Bubble up as a result or being boiled)

Snapped

Screamed

Snarled

Told off

Thundered

Roared

Yelled

Chided (Scold or rebuke)

Leered (Look or gaze in an unpleasant, malicious, or lascivious way)

Condemned 

Rebuked (Express sharp disapproval or criticism of someone because of their behavior or actions)

Admonished (Warn or reprimand firmly)

Chastised (Rebuke or reprimand severely) 

Berated (Scold or criticize angrily)

Interrupting

Interjected

Interrupted

Chimed in

Comforting

Soothed

Comforted

Reassured

Consoled

Empathized

Asking a Question

Sought

Inquired

Doubted

Hypothesized

Guessed

Supposed

Suggested

Lilted (Speak, sing, or sound with a lilt)

Wondered

Probed(Physically explore or examine)

Beseeched(Ask someone urgently and fervently;implore)

Acceptance

Accepted

Acknowledged

Admitted

Affirmed

Agreed

Justified

Settled

Verified

Concurred

Condoned(accept and allow behavior usually thought as offensive)

Cocky or Snarky

Grinned

Taunted

Purred

Jabbered(Talk rapidly and excitedly with little sense)

Fear

Shrieked

Screamed

Swore

Quaked

Shivered

Trembled

Warned

Cautioned

Shuddered

Stammered

Fretted (Be constantly or visibly worried or anxious)

Hesitated

Stuttered

Quavered (Shake or tremble in speaking, typically through nervousness or emotion)

Happy

Babbled

Beamed

Blurted

Bursted

Cheered

Chortled (Laugh in a breathy, gleeful way;chuckle)

Chuckled

Crooned (Hum or sing in a soft, low voice, especially in a sentimental manner)

Crowed (Gloating;saying something in a triumphant manner)

Exclaimed

Giggled

Laughed

Rejoiced

Sad

Wailed

Cried

Sobbed

Yelped

Agonized (Undergo great mental anguish through worrying about something)

Blubbered (Sob noiselessly and uncontrollably)

Groaned

Mourned

Puled (Cry querulously or weakly)

Cried

Wept

Grieved 

Lamented (Mourn someone's death)

"She said with (a)(tone)" Is also a better option than just "she said". Or mix and match

Casual 

Chiding 

Courteous 

Curious 

Dry 

Flirtatious 

Level 

Rasping 

Small 

Panicky 

Soothing 

Condescending 

Perpetually tired/angry/excited 

Controlled grin

Fond look

Gloomy sigh

Note of relief

Sad smile

Sense of guilt

Sigh of irritation

Forced smirk

Wry smile

Crooked smile

Conviction

Determination

Rage

Firm persistence

Pleasure

Quiet empathy

Simple directness

Astonishment

Still emotion

Also here are some better adjectives for words you are banned from using too

“Good”

Exceptional

Adequate

Splendid

Superb

Admirable

Favorable

Marvelous

Satisfactory

Reputable

Worthy

Respectable

Pure

Uncorrupted

Efficient

Dependable

Merciful

Considerate

Mannerly

Proper

Decorous

Satisfactory

“Okay”

Satisfactory

Approved

Acceptable

Passable

Tolerable

Sustainable

“Nice”

Lovely

Beautiful

Favorable

Adequate

Kind

Friendly

Attractive

Polite

Helpful

Inviting

Nifty

Delightful

Pleasant

Admirable

Pretty

“Bad”

Atrocious

Awful

Cheap

Rough

Unacceptable

Cruddy

Defective

Incorrect

Inadequate

Raunchy

Inferior

Poor

“With anger”

Acidly

Angrily

Crossly

Irritably

Loudly

Roughly

Tartly

Tightly

Smugly

Sternly

Hotly

“With sadness”

Depressingly

Gently

Sadly

Softly

Desperately

“Not caring”

Absently

Complacently

Dryly

“With arrogance”

Sarcastically

Condescendingly

Smugly

“With neutrality”

Naturally

Calmly

Approvingly

“With care”

Understandingly

Empathetically

Carefully

Hesitantly

Cautiously

Quietly

Uncertainly

That is my peace, thank you

[aloevera-o]

I have two plastic retainers for my teeth yea-

So I wear them at night right-

Well sleepy me has taken to removing them unconsciously and putting them on my nightstand and/or under my pillow.

So in the morning it's a panic, of where the frick are my retainers. And I hate it. Please, just leave them in sleepy. You need them.

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Just another (fic) idea

"No, no, no, no. Just ignore it, it doesn't matter." She murmurs, walking quickly away from what everyone is running to. She glances back. Thick smoke rolling from the upper windows on the 5 story building. Firetruck and police car lights flashing, and headlights faced to the building. The battalion chief and incident commanders SUV's parked to the side out of the way.

"AAAAAAAHHHHH, HELP PLEASE!!" A little girl screams from an upper balcony in the front left.

"MMM" She groans, "Fine." The smoke is rolling thick out of the door, the ladder would never get to her.

'Move, come'on' Nothing changes the girl continues to yell.

'Fire, stop' The smoke continues rolling.

"Really, we are doing this the hard way," She retorts, "FINE"

'Fly' She grunted as a magnificent pearly white set of wings sprout from her back. As pretty and functional as they might be, they are heavy and big. They span almost 20 feet wide. With a great amount of effort she lifts off into the air. Putting heavy intent into each flap of the wings she lifts off the 50 feet to the balcony of the girl. She lands on the opposing side of the railing. The girls eyes fall on her, they go wide.

"Angel," the girl whispers, standing.

"Come here, let me get you down." She urged.

The little girl practically jumped into her arms. She lifts her over the railing pulling her in tightly. Then she jumps off the railing. She glides down far away enough she could escape the ensuing mob.

That is why she went back. The kids saw her for a good person. Angel, God, or Savior. Adults saw her different, freak, monster, witch. Kids love to see and learn what they don't know, adults fear it. Why would she help people that didn't want her help. Especially when what they need help from is of their own creation.

She takes special care to make sure not to hurt the girl when landing. She lets go and runs quickly before taking off again. She just exposed herself, there were dozens of cameras around. Her face was about to get plastered everywhere. "Freak demon woman with wings." The stupid powers, wouldn't freaking work, one of the only times she needed it. Now she is going to get hunted like game.

Exhaustion washed over her, the wings used a lot of physical energy, which isn't exactly great if you haven't eaten all day. She was about a mile from her home in the rural area she lived. It took her a little longer than usual due to her trying to throw anyone watching off. She had flown a bit off course then purposely overshot by two miles. She landed a few yards from the front door. The wings retract as she heads to the door. She needed to rest for the few days to come. After a shower.

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Writing Crapost 3

Why would they be afraid of her? Why is fear all she can feel? The questions shifted from what happened to her, to what did she do. What could she have done to instill such terror in their souls? Terror like this can only come if she had inflicted pain to them. Pain worse then death. She has no means of that, she was a teen, with no knowledge of how to fight. Nor the power behind that to actually cause harm.

What do you mean no power.

"Who is that?" she quavered, "Why, am I up here?"

You already see that... They're afraid of you.

"Who are you!? Where are you?" She demanded.

So many questions, you just awoke. Don't worry they will be answered..-eventually.

"What does that even mean, of course I have questions!"

We will talk again soon- Indigo.

"What?! You can't leave me. You haven't answered a single question," She then sits in silence for a few seconds, then she raged clenching her fists punching into nothing, "AAGGRHH!"

What had just happened? Who was, no what was talking to her? There was no one there. It had no fear in it's voice, it wasn't the people from below. Why did she have no answers, it was torment. Why did that thing insinuate she had power. She couldn't even lift her own bodyweight.

She focuses back to the ground. More and more people in suits just kept coming. There had to be well over 50 of them now. They had set up a tent nearby. A group of 6 of them approach the machine. It's too far away to tell exactly what they are doing. A speck appears inside the field, slowly getting bigger. It was coming to her.

Soon it gets bigger, it still looked like a dark speck. It kept coming, like a small dark brick. No, it was a radio. They were trying to talk to her. C r a p. What would she say, "she doesn't remember anything" but she knew she did something terrible. Crap, crap, crap.

She prepared herself to catch the radio, or at least not get hit by it. Pivoting downward angling to the radio, putting her hands out. It slows down, being sucked in to the same center of pull she was. She grabs it then pivoting upward. She looks at it, it was off. They want to talk, but they don't want to force her. They wanted to make her feel like she could decide.

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I hope you found comfort in your inner world during the hard times. But I also hope you eventually found enough safety to be able to explore the outer one.

Day Two of Confessions:

As a kid, I thought it was so cool that I could create and live movies in my mind while completely ignoring the real world. I always found myself in this space when stuff got difficult, my parents fighting, my friends excluding me, when I was failing at school. The older I got, the more real these worlds, these lives, got, and the more I disappeared into them. I sometimes get snapped back to reality when someone calls for my attention; it’s only then that I realize how long I was gone that time. I can’t tell you how much time I have lost in total, for I have realized I cannot recall much from my childhood, and definitely not the last four years. My inner world, to me, is much more real than the one we live in. I don’t see myself in this one; I don’t feel myself in this one; this life in the real world and its memories feel like someone else’s.

With a heavy heart,

GC_Poetry

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If you had a bad day yesterday make yourself some pancakes/waffles, deck them out with your favorites (straberries, bananas, syrup, Nutella spread, whip) and reblog a photo, then eat them. I hope today is then better!

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Writing Crapost Cont.

Continuation of my last post

What happened to her? Last she could remember it was the middle of summer. She was...was getting ready to go to the town's strip mall with her friend Lilax. The snow so thick, it had to at least be past Christmas. It had to have been months from then.

Her head was throbbing. When was the last time she ate? The last time she had a drink of water? She didn't seem particularly hungry or thirsty, but the thought nagged at her. She glanced down once again, noticing a faint blue glow from some sort of machine directly below. It was a blue circle, with a faint glow lighting up the thin fog. It surrounded around when she followed the path upward. She was inside it.

There had been experimentation on small animals like mice with a similar levitate-y machine. It was no where near this level though. It was strange, the way it disconnected her from the outside world. Then came more questions, If someone did put her inside, who? Why would they put her inside?

Then she noticed a store, her hometowns grocery store, with two r's that the lights were dead, spelling g-oce-y. It was her hometown, why was she trapped, 1000 feet in the air, in her own town?

Ideas formed of what had happened. However, the facts she knew were so little. Yet she couldn't make up a narrative that would quite fit. Studying the ground, sometimes people would stop and stare, and she would stare back. There was a fence surrounding the strange machine below. Small groups of young adults and teens would occasionally approach the fence, some waved their arms.

Then the people in suits came. They let themselves inside the gate. Touching the machine, talking to each other, looking up at her. Studying her back, but unlike the previous people their gaze felt different. Fear, the difference was fear.

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Writing Crapost

Good god, I have the sudden urge to write but I don't want to put in actual effort. So the next few posts are gonna be me just word vomiting with no structure. Probably gonna string it together and post on AO3 (AloeVera_o). Have fun with the ensuing chaos. (At least for me)

She cracks her eyes open,

"AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHH" she screams falling from the sky. Wait, not falling... floating. The ground didn't seem to be getting any closer to her, she was just suspended. Was this the afterlife?... a dream? She gazes to the ground, guessing probably 1000 feet down. As she looks around she notes the blanket of snow over each house, with an orange glow from within. Cars dot the roads, accompanied by a few people walking the roads, but something is odd about them. She studies for a few moments, then realizes. They are all stopped, looking at her staring at her.

Why are they staring at her? Just looking? Leaving her up there? It was too real to be a dream, she could always tell in dreams if she thought about it. It couldn't be the afterlife, there was no warmth, but it wasn't cold either. It felt like limbo, an in-between state. She didn't quite exist, but there were people, looking.

____________________________________________________A few moments ago

"AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHH" a scream is heard in the distance.

"Mama, mama, what is that? What was that noise?" Little Timmy asked.

"It was the girl in the sky. She is awake and very angry." His mother responded with tact.

"Why is she angry? What did she do to be put in the sky?" he questioned.

"She hurt a lot of people, and they locked her up there so she could not hurt anyone else."

"Why did she hurt them? Did they hurt her?"

"I don't know Timmy, but we are safe. She can't get to you."

"Okay," he responded. Confused as that is not what he wanted to know. He was worried the girl in the sky screamed in sorrow, after all, she was up there alone with no company. He would be lonely up in the sky like that.

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