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[dottiedotco]

start practicing your love language on yourself

[dottiedotco]

i love keeping photos of people i’m not friends with anymore because it feels like proof we once were. sometimes they’re not even good people but i always feel closer to them when i keep the pictures. we don’t like each other but we once did. that’s so beautiful to me

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does it matter?💌

been gone for a while, but i’m back now :) here’s this little story i wrote a couple weeks ago. enjoy!

⚠️don’t read if you’re bothered by anxiety attacks and crying, there’s also nod to an abusive relationship, so be careful. stay safe:)⚠️

my reflection in the rearview mirror stared at me threateningly. red and puffy eyes just like mine, and hair tied up in the messiest way possible. both our eyes were filled with pure anger. we were both dressed in a dark red dress, wearing high heels and a now ruined full face of makeup. anyone looking from the outside would easily assume that the petite woman sat in her car was ready to get off and meet her date at the restaurant the parking lot belonged to.

and they weren’t wrong. i was meant to do that. but instead, i was sat in my car, staring at my dreaded reflection and hating myself for not being able to just walk through the glass doors that led to the restaurant.

after a few more seconds of looking into my own eyes, that glittered with unshed tears and raw panic, i tear my eyes from the small mirror, looking at the dashboard that exposed the time. 9pm. i was-obviously- very late. i’ve been sitting in this almost empty parking lot for 30 minutes. i can’t even remember getting here.

truth is, i’m not really sure why i didn’t just get out. he was waiting for me inside. and i let him down. that would certainly make him very angry. yet, i was sat in my car. the silence in the small vehicle cutting through my ears. and i didn’t bother to turn on the radio.

now staring directly at the bright sign on top of the restaurant entrance, i thought about how weak i felt. how my heart felt heavier than my entire body, weighing my chest down and making me feel stuck. like i was meant to seat in this car for the entirety of the evening.

i had to look somewhere else, the light being now too strong for my tired eyes. so i looked down at my lap as i let tears fall. i felt absolutely awful. and the worse thing about feeling awful, is that it just doesn’t go away. it doesn’t matter how hard you hit your head on your steering wheel, or how loud your phone rings in the passenger seat of your car. it doesn’t matter how fast terrible words crawl through your brain, words coming from the one man you’re supposed to love the most.

my mind travels back to the man waiting for me inside the restaurant.

and i feel nothing but hatred, maybe sadness. and it fucking sucks. it sucks so much, that it doesn’t really matter how many speeding tickets i get on the way home, or how hard the door slams behind me. it doesn’t matter how weakly my body hits my queen sized bed, and how fast i fall asleep, still wearing my dress and shoes. and it definitely doesn’t matter how many times the phone rings, persistently reminding me that he is still out there, waiting for me.

when you feel really awful, nothing matters. it all revolves around the emptiness you feel, and that brings on a sinking feeling of selfishness. that was a problem i’d have to deal with in the morning.

[dottiedotco]

IT HAPPENED AGAIN!!

ok so this time my teacher was a bit late. normally the door to the field (idk, where you play tennis) is locked, but this time it (thankfully) wasn’t.

i stayed in the car with my mom while we waited for a little while but she eventually had to leave. the teacher hadn’t arrived yet, so she just said: hey, go inside, sit there and wait for a little bit, it won’t take long.

so i left the car and went inside. she immediately called me (i couldn’t be more thankful) and we stayed on the phone with each other for like five minutes. then i heard a car drive up and park outside. at first i thought it was my teacher, so i told my mom that and she said i should go check it out.

i get up and walk to the door, and when i open it there’s an uber parked outside. the man is right outside the door and there is no one on the sidewalk, so i don’t know who he was picking up. i give my mom a brief description of him and his car (i recommend you do the same in this situation, you can never be too safe) and looked around to see if my teacher was there.

the uber driver was so creepy for no reason, he stared at me weirdly for like a whole minute, until i went back in. i sat in that little plastic chair until my teacher arrived, shaking the whole time and afraid he would come in.

i hate that fucking street istg

rant and small TW for mentions of sexual harassment, don’t read if you’re bothered by that please.

i’m gonna rant in here because i’m so fucking pissed about something today.

i take tennis lessons right, and normally my mom is already waiting for me outside when it’s done, but she was a little late today.

no problem, i’d just wait for her outside, we live pretty close and it would probably take her less than 2 minutes to get there.

so as i’m waiting outside, this grown ass man pulls up and parks his car right in front of where i was standing. out of all the empty spaces. he parks his car right in front of me.

my mind immediately goes for a marathon of course, and all i could think of is “he’s gonna rape me, i’m gonna die”.

so i call my mom because i’m scared as hell, but she doesn’t pick up. the man hasn’t left his car. the windows are open and he’s sat inside.

i pretend to be on the phone with her as he stared at me. i say stuff like “yeah, i’m right outside” and “oh, you’re right around the corner?” and other stuff to make him think that my mom’s coming.

motherfucker just gets out and leaves. he almost gave me a full panic attack. he didn’t even do anything. just sat in his car.

im so sick of this shit istg

[dottiedotco]

close the window🌒

little horror story? i try :) enjoy this!

some people say fear is a good thing. that it helps you grow, helps you become a better person.

i couldn’t disagree more.

fear is nothing but an anchor, holding you back from achieving what you want. and i fucking hate it.

sometimes, you choose what you fear. you select a fear, and stick to it. some people are afraid of spiders, some are afraid of heights, some are scared of walking by themselves. it really makes me wonder, is that all those people are afraid of? because honestly, i think there are certain situations that can be scary to anyone.

i found myself in one of those situations.

the covers felt heavier than ever, trapping me to the bed. i don’t think the covers were all that held me back. there we have it, the anchor, fear.

soft wind came from the barely open window, hitting my sweaty face and sending shivers down my spine. i couldn’t shake the feeling away.

the ceiling fan barely made any noise, but it was definitely on. why was it on, if the window’s open? no, the right question is, why is the window open? i always close the window before going to bed.

the alarm clock in my bedside table read 3am, bright red digits screamed at me, almost as if they knew how i felt.

and what i felt was nothing but raw, overwhelming fear. and it lingered, almost having a physical form, almost being visible to everyone who dared to look at it.

i knew exactly what caused this terrible feeling, yet my mind couldn’t possibly be able to register the specific thing that made me sweat and shake under my heavy covers.

there is someone in here with me.

no, not someone. something. i didn’t know if it was a human-like creature, lurking in the shadows, or maybe a wild animal, waiting for the right time to attack.

maybe it wasn’t that. maybe the presence was a ghost, an entity trying to haunt me, intending to scare me off. and oh, how it was working.

part of me wanted to get up. run away, maybe jump from the window. another part of me was filled with courage and pride, and wanted to go after this presence, try and scare it as it did me. most of me, however, just wanted to sink further under the covers, hide away from the world and whatever was in my room.

as i was trying to regulate my breathing and convince myself i was overreacting, i felt it shifting. i felt it moving closer.

why can’t i see it? where is it? i know it’s here. i know it’s real. so why can’t i see it? my eyes weren’t closed. ceiling fan, alarm clock, window, i can see it all. so why can’t i see it?

my eyes burn and water, tears threatening to fall. my forehead and back are already soaked, cold sweat running through my pale skin.

i closed my eyes, squeezing my eyelids together until they hurt. my fingernails dug on my palm, possibly drawing blood.

and as i awaited the attack, the final strike, my eyelids opened, and i sat up in bed. looking around my room, i saw nothing. the alarm clock was still there, and it still read 3am, the ceiling fan was on.

my breathing was somehow heavier, and my chest hurt. my skin felt cold and sweat still ran through my body, but i was safe now. a nightmare. that’s all it was. i was safe.

laughing, i run my hands through my hair, and the covers feel comfortable now, and don’t hold me to the bed. i was really safe now.

but nothing lasts forever. still laughing, i turn to the window.

open. the window is open.

i’m not laughing anymore.

[dottiedotco]

rant and small TW for mentions of sexual harassment, don’t read if you’re bothered by that please.

i’m gonna rant in here because i’m so fucking pissed about something today.

i take tennis lessons right, and normally my mom is already waiting for me outside when it’s done, but she was a little late today.

no problem, i’d just wait for her outside, we live pretty close and it would probably take her less than 2 minutes to get there.

so as i’m waiting outside, this grown ass man pulls up and parks his car right in front of where i was standing. out of all the empty spaces. he parks his car right in front of me.

my mind immediately goes for a marathon of course, and all i could think of is “he’s gonna rape me, i’m gonna die”.

so i call my mom because i’m scared as hell, but she doesn’t pick up. the man hasn’t left his car. the windows are open and he’s sat inside.

i pretend to be on the phone with her as he stared at me. i say stuff like “yeah, i’m right outside” and “oh, you’re right around the corner?” and other stuff to make him think that my mom’s coming.

motherfucker just gets out and leaves. he almost gave me a full panic attack. he didn’t even do anything. just sat in his car.

im so sick of this shit istg

[dottiedotco]

thanks for the tag @lavender-eucalyptus :)!!

you are saying, all the words i’m dreaming

@annathoughts @market63 @lethargicvexation @anyone

your last words before you die are the 3rd line of the last song you listened to. what are we saying ladies?

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center of attention 🎀

hello! this is another short story i wrote a few months ago :) i really like this one!! i also got to write in third person, which is so much better for me!!

⚠️slight tw for anxiety/panic attack, but not very heavy, just a bland description⚠️ stay safe!!

all eyes were on her as she walked down. the prettiest in the room. her dress was so long it reached the floor, fabric scratching against the cold tiles she stepped on. she didn’t worry about tripping, ears ringing with the sound of her high heels tapping and the song playing in the background of her thoughts.

calming piano music echoed in the hall, but it didn’t feel calming at all. the woman’s hands were sweating and her eyes throbbed from crying, giving her an unbearable headache. yet, she kept smiling, and looked at all the people who stared at her. she wasn’t the only one crying, but that didn’t make her feel any better. she decided not to give them the satisfaction of seeing her cry on her oh-so-special day, and focused her gaze on the man at the end of the pathway.

the sight of him made her eyes soften, and she shed a single tear, not being able to hold it in. time seemed to move in slow motion as she made her way towards him, letting one hand run through her elegant dress, fingers playing with the tips of the pink bow that curled gracefully around her waist. anxiety ran through her veins, but she tried not to look bothered.

after what seemed like hours of slow walking, she reached the platform, trembling. she could feel eyes on her, cutting like sharp daggers. and it hurt. breathing in deeply, she looked at the man next to her, the love of her life. she couldn’t believe this was happening. he looked peaceful, unbothered. well, obviously. she wishes she were the same.

and with another shaky breath in, vision blurred from tears and panic, she gently placed a hand on him, fingers meeting the cold glass casket. she was the prettiest in the room, and all the eyes that stared at her were filled with pity. her flattering dress wasn’t what drew the attention, for it was pitch black.

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insomnia🕯

welcome to my fist story, i wrote this one back in august 2020, one one of those calm sleepless nights, and thought about how cool it would be to be in this situation :). feel free to give me feedback and constructive criticism, i’m here to improve after all (don’t be straight up mean though). and maybe share your thoughts! id love to hear your opinion!! have a great day!

2:45 am

The sound of leaves crunching under my feet and owls hooting around were the only thing grounding me in that moment.

I didn’t know where I was going, and honestly, I didn’t really need to know. I was sure I could find my way back home if I got too tired.

Looking up, I realized the moon was barely shining. It’s dim light wasn’t enough to show me exactly where I was, so saying i was disoriented would be an understatement, but it created a soft glow on all the trees around me and made the forest seem like a more peaceful and cozy place. It kept me from running into a tree or tripping over a log, and that was quite enough for me.

As I continued to walk, I started to pay attention to everything around me. I heard a few animals walking around, and could easily tell they were small animals. I had to pay close attention to be able to hear the way their steps slightly changed how all the dry leaves were placed on the floor, their feet not being strong enough to crush them.

I started softening my movements, putting less pressure on my steps and controlling my breathing patterns, taking in everything around me.

A quiet and cold breeze blew, causing me to shiver a little, and I put my arms around myself, feeling my jean jacket tighten around me and breathing in deeply. It didn’t provide that much warmth, but I really couldn’t bring myself to care. I loved the way the cold air ran through my body, letting me know that what I feel is real, this isn’t a dream.

I noticed the way some of the leaves that were still on the trees fell to the ground slowly. I picked a leaf up, and carefully placed it in my pocket, trying my best not to crush it. My movements were slow and light, matching the calm atmosphere.

After about two hours of aimlessly walking, hours that ticked by as fast as my eyelids met when i blinked, I reached the edge of a cliff. If I had been walking quicker, I could have fallen over. Realizing I was just in time, I sat down on the edge, awaiting something I didn’t plan on seeing today, but always made me happy.

The sunrise was lazy, the sun took a while to come out, but it was really beautiful. The bright yet calming glow that emanated from that moment made my head lighter, and I forgot I had to go back home. i felt ecstatic, like nothing could ever hurt me.

I was leaning on my hands, which I placed behind my body, and hanging my feet off the edge, knowing my tightly tied shoes wouldn’t fall off. I felt so immensely happy, and never wanted to leave.

The sun made the place a lot lighter, and I could see everything at the bottom of the cliff, the way small mountains were formed, always really close to each other. I saw some small houses and the thin roads that roamed around them, making paths I couldn’t walk through if i tried, but followed with my eyes. They were sloppy and complicated, and I saw beauty on the fact that some people might know them by heart. I wondered if I was the only one awake, or if people were already getting up, ready to begin their day. And I wondered if anyone else stayed up all night, appreciating nature’s calm nights.

I heard the forest awakening, the animals realizing it’s time to get up and start another day, and the wind starts to blow a little quicker as time flows, like it’s slowly getting up and ready. They all know I’ll be back tomorrow.

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Tiny

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How to motivate myself to write more

How to get rid of writer’s block

Basic Overview: How to write a story

How to come up with plot

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How to make a character unique

How to write conversation

How to write the last line

How to create a villain

Introducing a group of characters

Large cast of characters interacting in one scene

Redemption arc

Plot twists

How to write a summary

How to write a book description

How to write romance

How to write emotional scenes

How to write yelling

How to title fanfiction

How to use songs in a fanfiction

Fatal Character Flaws

Good traits gone bad

More specific scenarios

Slow burn

How to create quick chemistry

How to write a bilingual character

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How to create and write a cult

Criminal past comes to light

Reasons for breaking up while still loving each other

Forbidden love

Date gone wrong

Causes for the apocalypse

How to create a coffee shop atmosphere

How to write enemies to lovers

How to write lovers to enemies to lovers

Arranged matrimony for royalty

Paramilitary Forces/ Militia

Honeymoon

Academic Rivals to Lovers

Love Language - Showing, not telling

How to write amnesia

AU ideas

Favourite tropes

Inconvenient things a ghost could do

Milestones in a relationship

How to write age difference

Platonic activities for friends

Introducing partner(s) to family

Writing a stratocracy

Reasons a couple would divorce on good terms

Love Language - Showing you care

How to write the mafia

A Queen’s Assassination Plot

Crime Story - Detective’s POV

Giving the reader butterflies with your characters

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Last day on earth

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[dottiedotco]

One of the best tips for writing descriptions of pain is actually a snippet I remember from a story where a character is given a host of colored pencils and asked to draw an egg.

The character says that there’s no white pencil.  But you don’t need a white pencil to draw a white egg.  We already know the egg is white.  What we need to draw is the luminance of the yellow lamp and the reflection of the blue cloth and the shadows and the shading.

We know a broken bone hurts.  We know a knife wound hurts.  We know grief hurts.  Show us what else it does.

You don’t need to describe the character in pain.  You need to describe how the pain affects the character - how they’re unable to move, how they’re sweating, how they’re cold, how their muscles ache and their fingers tremble and their eyes prickle.

Draw around the egg.  Write around the pain.  And we will all be able to see the finished product.

[dottiedotco]

hi :)

my name’s not actually dottie, but you can just call me that, i’m 14, and i made this blog to improve my writing and maybe have people rate/criticize it. i will also try to reblog inspiration or some stories i like.

i’m more interested in writing descriptions and feelings (you’ll understand when you read one) and i always write moments i connect with, but don’t see this as some sort of journal or sth.

i also prefer writing 3rd person, but it’s easier to write 1st sometimes. i don’t really create a whole personality for my characters, it’s more like a moment thing.

i’ll use the tag #dottie writes stuff on my stories, i’ll tag this post with it as well, and you can just go through that to read my stuff!

i think that’s all the information you need. welcome to my blog, feel free to stick around, maybe comment your opinion, i’d love to have you around :)

have a great day/night/whatever!!