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dawg writing is hard. how the hell do people do this all the time.

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Wrote about Grendel's Mother for my English IV class. :thumbs_up:

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writing a thing about beowulf for an english project. might post it here once i finish.

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why does happiness leave

just as fast as it comes?

where does it come from?

where does it go when it leaves?

perhaps it comes through the wind in the trees

blowing softly on a nice afternoon walk

maybe it leaves when the rain starts to pour

on a hot summer trip to the beach

perhaps it comes through pencil strokes and eraser marks

a hand-crafted gift from a friend

maybe it leaves in a moment passed

friends gone and still missed

perhaps it comes in the warmth of a blanket

a wonderful thing on a cold morning

maybe it leaves in a hole in your sweater

a comfort sometimes worth the risk

happiness is something that we can never quite hold onto

no matter how much we want to or try

sometimes we need to make the most of it

find the happiness in the little things

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V.O.I.D ### - mysterious rocks

[GRIAN]

(clears throat) Right.

Statement of Grian Rever, regarding a mysterious substance found in his garden the other day. Statement taken directly from subject, July 26th, 2022. Audio recording by Grian Rever, Head Archivist at the V.O.I.D. Institute, London.

Statement begins.

[OR: i write something for the hermit archives au lul]]

Words: 1940

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“It’s lonely, sometimes,” he says momentarily, idly fidgeting with one of the ends of his scarf.

“What makes you say that?”

He continues to stare out at the now dark horizon.

“It’s empty. There are buildings everywhere, but there’s no one inside. Everyone is just-”

He pauses and glances up at the stars before continuing.

“-gone.”

“Don’t say that.”

“You don’t get to say that to me,” he begins, pressing his hands against his eyes. “You’re not even real.”

“What are you talking about?”

He throws his hands in the air. He wants to start shouting, he really does, but what’s the point if there’s no one there to hear you? What’s the point of running from place to place if all that’s left are empty buildings and abandoned farms? Is there even a point to anything anymore?

He puts his arms down and instead closes his eyes. It still doesn’t stop the anger and grief from showing with his words. “You’re not real; I watched you die. You died right in front of my eyes at the hands of someone I once considered my friend, and it’s all my fault. You’re dead and you are not real.”

“But I’m right here.”

This time, he does shout.

“You’re not! Stop telling me you are! I’m not going to turn around, I’m not going to get my hopes up.”

There’s a pause. He feels something on his shoulder; it’s not quite a hand, but it’s something.

He freezes.

“It’s not your fault, you know.”

He pulls his legs up off the cliff's edge and brings them up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them. “Well, it sure does feel like it.”

“It’s not, though. You did your best to save me.”

He pushes his head into his arms. “I could’ve done better. I could’ve saved you.”

Whatever it was that was on his shoulder gave him a small pat.

“No, there wasn’t. You did all that you could. Just because you couldn’t save me doesn’t mean that it’s your fault. It’s not.”

He pauses; he sniffles.

“It’s okay.”

He feels tears run down his face. The weird feeling on his shoulder moved to his back and rubbed small circles.

“Is it, though?” he asks. He doesn’t want to believe in the small amount of hope he hears in his own voice.

“If it isn’t now, it will be soon.”

He smiles, albeit sadly, and moves his head to look up at the sky once more. The stars shine brightly, and he likes to think that each one is someone that has moved on. Maybe they’re happy, wherever they are. Maybe they’re laughing with family or friends or maybe even lovers. Maybe there’s someone up there waiting for him; maybe he’ll get to see them one day.

Something shuffles in the bushes behind him and he freezes. The hand or whatever it might’ve been disappears; he quickly takes a moment to locate his sword, keeping it nearby, just to be safe. He hesitates, though. What if it’s someone else? What if there’s someone else in this hell of an empty world?

The shuffling returns and he slowly turns his head around.

“Hello?” he asks out into the darkness.

A twig snaps and something mutters low curses. A few moments later, the shuffling moves towards the edge of the trees before stepping out into the pale moonlight. A small bag hangs at the figure's side, sandy hair blows slightly with the wind, and the figure aims a nervous smile at him.

“Uh, hi,” they say, avoiding eye contact.

He, very noticeably based on their reaction, shifted closer to his sword.

“Woah, hey, I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.” They rapidly wave their hands in front of them. “I was just passing through, I swear.”

He looks them over. They have a few off-coloured patches on their pants and a small cloak on their shoulders, presumably to keep out the cold. He doesn’t see a weapon visible, but that doesn’t mean they don’t have one hidden.

The stranger gives him an odd look and leans over slightly as if to try and get a better look at his face. “Are you…okay?”

He faces the other direction and moves to stand. “Why do you need to know?”

They stutter, fidgeting with their hands. “I- well, uh-”

They pause and drop their arms.

“I know what it’s like to lose someone.”

He quickly turns his head to face the stranger. “What do you mean?”

“I recognized the look on your face,” they mumble, looking away and gripping tightly onto the strap of their bag.

Staring at them for a little longer, he lets out a sigh and stands up. The stranger shifts and takes a step back; he’s quick to reassure them.

“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on attacking you.” He sends them a strained smile, which, to be honest, probably looks more like a grimace than an actual smile. “So, what exactly do you want?”

They look at him quizically. “Um, I don’t really want anything? I was just wandering through the forest, y’know, looking for other people. It’s quite empty around here, isn’t it?”

He huffs out a small laugh. “Yeah, it seems so.”

An awkward silence fills the air for a moment before the stranger decides to speak up again. “So, what’s your name?”

Immediately, he’s on the defensive again, but he tries his best not to show it. “What’s your’s?”

They have a mischievous glint in their eyes. “I asked first.”

He squints his eyes. “Is there anything going to happen if I tell you?”

Instantly, their eyes widen and they lift their hands to shake them dismissively in front of them. “Oh! I can see why you’re worried. No, nothing will happen if you do. I can tell you mine first if it’ll make you feel better.”

“If you don’t mind,” he says quietly, shifting from side to side.

The stranger smiles brightly and sticks out their hand for a handshake. “My name is Charlie! It’s, uh, nice to meet you!”

He stares at the open hand for a moment before taking it in his own, looking slightly to the left of their face. “Elliot. Uh, you as well.”

They smile again and shift their hands to the strap of their bag. “Now, this may be a weird question, and you’re welcome to say no, but um, would you maybe like to travel with me? I don’t really have anywhere to go, but I heard something of a small civilization a couple of kingdoms away? If you’d like to come with me, you’re welcome to, but again, feel free to say no-”

He cut them off with a small laugh. “It’s fine, I’ll go with you. I haven’t really had anyone to talk to for a while anyway, so some company would be nice.”

Charlie’s face brightens considerably. “Great! I have a little camp set up a little ways north, we could rest there for the night if you’d like?”

Elliot grabs his small bag from the other side of a rock. “Sure, that’s fine.”

They quickly turn around and start walking back into the forest. “Let’s go, then! If we start walking now, we should be able to get there in tip-top shape!”

“You go on ahead! I just need to check to see if I have everything first!” Elliot shouts as they disappear into the darkness. “I’ll be right behind you!”

“Alright!” Charlie shouts back. “Don’t take too long!”

Elliot turns to look back over the edge of the cliff, stars brighter than they were moments before. He feels a hand on his shoulder again and gives a strained smile.

“You’ll be fine.”

He sighs before turning back to face the forest, beginning to jog to catch up to his new acquaintance.

“I sure hope so.”

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haha silly little writing :]

also i have ANOTHER new oc :D

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eight minutes

Summary:

Eight minutes.

That’s all the time he has before the world inevitably ends; that’s all the time he has before the dying star that was once the Sun kills all life on Earth.

[OR: The world is ending and Wilbur just wants to see his brother.]

Warnings: Major Character Death

Words: 1061

Taglist: @sardonic-the-writer

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small scene from the healer!innit au im working on

[TWS: Blood, knives, mentions of death]

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Tommy jumped from his place in the back as a loud crash sounded throughout the building, hitting his head on the metal bar of the shelf in the broom closet with a shout. He supposes that he should be more careful whenever he pokes his head into closets, but that’s a situation that Future Tommy could deal with; right now, he needed to see what caused the loud crash out in the front of the shop.

Silently, the blond makes his way to the door of the kitchen, hesitantly peeking his head out from around the corner to see if he could spot anyone. When all he saw was a shattered window, he was immediately put on edge. Quickly, he grabbed a nearby knife from the knife block before making his way out from around the counter.

“Hello?” he asked, briefly checking behind the counter itself before making his way around. “Is anyone th-”

Tommy cuts himself off when he sees the bloody body of Willow, one of the most powerful supervillains in the city, on the floor of the cafe. Subconsciously, he notices his heart rate begin to quicken, as anyone’s probably would if they saw anyone bleeding out on the floor. Tommy drops the knife in his hand and rushes over to the masked villain without too much thinking.

(Honestly, that was not a good idea on his end. What if the knife had landed in his foot? His tennis shoes would have been ruined and, instead of just one bleeding individual in the building, there would be two!)

Quickly looking the guy over, Tommy makes his way to the back once more, this time to get towels and a first aid kit. Despite his healing abilities, he wanted to do the best he could with the first aid kit, but he wouldn’t be afraid to use his power if push comes to shove.

Healers were definitely something that existed in the city of Essempi, but that didn’t mean they were common. Once a person had developed their power, healers were often taken to the Community Tower to help injured heroes. Years ago, Tommy would’ve been ecstatic to do just that, but now that he’s seen how little the heroes themselves do to protect the lower districts, he’s glad he didn’t actually manifest his powers until his mid-teens.

Checking over the wounds Willow seemed to have, he sighed. Despite being a villain, Tommy couldn’t just let the guy bleed out; he didn’t think that was the right way for anyone to go, and he would do his best to help him.

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going to Lose My Shit how the hell do people write and then Continue To Work on the same thing

i have like. 15+ wips rn and like. over half of them i havnt touched in at least a month. how do people do it

on the plus side i have another idea (this time for something original) and i have 600 words so far of the first chapter and then part of a scene that comes Way Later

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legit started working on a random crimeboys crack fic instead of working on my creative writing assignments like the true king i am.

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i have written a good portion of chapter one of aifom (an interstate full of memories) i think so i am done writing. now i watch yt and read fics on ao3 (as you do)

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love writing and watching two of my cat curl up on my random pile of shoes and coats while considering blasting lemon demons "two trucks" while writing hurt/comfort

this is the life

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i was looking for a playlist to listen to while i finally start working on the crimeboys road trip au and i find one and the first song is one that fucking hurts and i don't know why.

n e ways if anyone has any ideas of places in the US they could maybe go to that would be nice

also i'm rewritting the prolouge maybe i feel like it could be better

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fuck the roadtrip au ill get back to it eventually

im jumping on the healer!innit superhero au bandwagon

now to figure out a tittle

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hey gamers what's up prologue of roadtrip au is out :)

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n e ways if you see this please send me songs that give off "roadtrip" vibes please and thank you :]

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hey gamers time to finally post some writing shit on here.

first up: crimeboys roadtrip au.

i haven't got much overall with writing (i have very little motivation. i want to actually finish this tho), but i have the first few paragraphs and the Overall (not much. literally just a general idea of where i want the story to go) plotline for this.

one thing i know for certain is that I'm calling it "an interstate full of memories". solely bc i listen to roadtrip (the dream song) while writing this. title might change slightly as i continue writing, but it will still be the same general idea.

n e ways: have a small preview :)