#literature

[velartis]

Franz Kafka, 1912

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Nikita Gill

[prokopetz]

I mean, when you come right down to it, "I got hit by a truck and reincarnated in the world of my favourite video game" isn't that much sillier than "I learned how to meditate and it teleported me to Mars".

[cersplace]

─ Hisham Siddiqi

[halflifesk666]

[scriptastra]

[resqectable]

I choose to love you in silence because in silence I find no rejection, and in silence no one owns you but me.

Rumi

[santoelle]

You don't actually write creative enough

Read your work again. You see: does, goes, places, etc. Red, blue, ugly, smelly. Authors often take shortcuts when writing and while it gets the job done, it doesn't give the power that it should. Sometimes, the word count is sacrificed for the greater good.

He ran to get her He lunged to steal her, or He charged to catch her

Once you have that, maybe you're still not writing creative. You can use synonyms, it's the easiest path to do. Yet, you can rephrase for a more unique sentence. Walk =/ strut. Do =/ act.

It smelled of decaying bodies Your smell soured of death's traces, or The air soured of death's traces

Describing things doesn't need to be flat either. It's a struggle to describe certain things—hair, eyes, height, posture, rooms, walls, etc.

The room was extremely red The room drowns her with fever-inducing red, or Every surface imaginable bleeds my eyes with red

This can easily become an overbearing way to attempt to reach the word count. However, it does help in situations where the writing has been too flat for too long and the narrator needs to show that this thing holds significance.

[fatimazainab]

Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

[metamorphesque]

To the Desert, Benjamin Alire Sáenz

[velartis]

“what radicalized you” bro EMPATHY

[m00wd]

Sometimes you need to sleep, sleep a lot. Not to escape, but to rest your soul from your feelings. Because everything, absolutely everything devours you. Completely.

—Brain

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin (Vol. 1: 1931-1934) (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

[feelingsoftheday]

no more explaining yourself .. either they get it or they don’t

[poetryforall]