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[prestonshamblen]

Go Ruck Yourself

How do you unwind after a demanding day? How do I unwind after a demanding day? Easy. I throw on a 50 lb vest and tell the world to go ruck itself. Some people pop bottles. I pop steel plates into a vest and head straight into the sunset like a weighted cowboy. Some music or audiobooks, no small talk — just my breath, my steps, and a little pain to remind me I’m still moving. By the time I’m…

[satticwrites]

Writing Prompt #10

Daily writing promptWhat is your middle name? Does it carry any special meaning/significance?View all responses Nicole.  No it does not. My mum thought it sounded good following Katey. And so many of her friends/co-workers were naming their daughters Nicole as a first name, and although she liked it, she didn’t want me to be one of 10 Nicole’s in my class growing up.  The funny thing about…

[jillianmoon]

Writing Advice

What’s the best piece of advice you’ve ever received?

Ray Bradbury kept this simple piece of advice taped above his typewriter and I do too.

Don’t think… Feel!

It sounds counter intuitive, but Bradbury’s advice has never led me astray. While ‘thinking’ is certainly a requirement when it comes to writing stories, I believe he’s right when he says you need to feel it first.

[redswrap]

A Mechanical Horse and a Bag of Dimes

Daily writing promptIf there was a biography about you, what would the title be?View all responses A great title is a chocolate covered cherry. Take this title, for example: A Mechanical Horse and a Bag of Dimes. Right away, you know there’s something going on there. There has to be a deeper meaning. The whole thing must be a metaphor for something. Maybe. When I was a kid parked at our Ben…

[theodoravanyar]

Prompt Answer: Evening Plans

What are you doing this evening? What an odd prompt. The answer is imbibing more caffeine after work, doing a load of laundry, and maybe playing Baldur’s Gate 3 with my partner, Mellon. Actually, this could be an accountability post. So let’s see what I get done by the time I go to bed: [ ] Clean cat box [ ] Wash linens [ ] Feed Spock [ ] Put away dishes from dishwasher [ ] Pick up trash…

[deadlypoetacademia]

Once, there was a phase when I was sad for no reason, angry for no reason, mean for no reason, hurting for no reason. I desired to be understood, to be seen, to be known. I realised, I was sad because of the things I desire, from the things I imagined, from the things I expected. Then, I freed myself from my fairytale, and now I am free.

[scorp-simran]

Between Hearts

Why it feels so distant even though you're right next to me?

You're not close anymore...

and it feels like ages the last time you smiled at me

I hold your hands but they aren't warm anymore

don't turn so cold

we fight but we conquer nothing

the words we speak but later regret

they hurt us equally

the wounds get healed but the scars remain

no matter how much I try to forget

those dark memories don't fade

why this barrier between hearts can't break?

The more I try to fix

the more I fail

How do I run from what's in my head?

~♡Simran♡

[deadly-danaid]

"The road may be bumpy with clouds of red dirt stinging our eyes, but isn't that part of the fun, the thrill of the adventure? After all, any fun worth having requires a little bit of filth on our hands."

Moka Lynn, Off road

[fiordilunapoetry]

Fior di Luna | ig

[lindaghill]

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS May 3, 2025

Friday’s here again (already!) and so am I with your Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. Have you ever been so busy that you forgot to eat? It’s been happening a lot lately. But don’t worry! I’m far from starving. Here’s this week’s prompt: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “sing.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun! After you’ve written your Saturday post tomorrow,…

[halosoliloquy]

I didn’t expect to have a conversation with myself today. Not in the sense of questions and answers, but in the sense of really looking at my reflection—the kind of reflection you can’t avoid. I didn’t think today would be the day I’d confront that version of me—the one I hide from the world, or maybe just from myself.

There’s a weight I carry that I’ve never been able to fully explain to anyone, and I can feel its presence now more than ever. What surprised me the most was how easy it was to talk about it, and yet, how hard it was to face. It’s funny how I’ve spent so much time trying to protect this part of me, to keep it hidden, and now here I am, peeling back the layers. Vulnerability is a strange thing. You think you’re ready for it, but when it finally shows up, it feels like standing in front of a firing squad—exposed, trembling, but still standing.

They say shadow work is about bringing the hidden parts of yourself into the light. I think I’ve spent too much time in the shadows—trying to be heard, trying to be seen, and, at times, not wanting to be seen at all. Today was different, though. Today, I stopped hiding from myself. I said the words I never say out loud, but always swirl in my mind.

I have good intentions. And I’ve always had good intentions. It’s not that people don’t see it—it’s that I don’t believe they can. I don’t think anyone truly knows how deeply I care, how much I want to be understood. But I know this about myself. I’ve always known. My intentions are good, even when they’re buried under layers of silence or fear. Maybe, today, that’s enough.

Maybe that’s the hardest part of shadow work—not the act of facing the darkness, but learning to trust that what you see is still you. Not broken, not flawed—just hidden. Today, I’m trying to let a little more light in.

[bitchfitch]

I'm trying out a new writing program bc jotterpad gets sad if there's more than 4k words in a document and also doesn't have free cross platform syncing, and. I keep closing out of the new program, doing something and coming back to keep writing, only to open the old draft of what I'm working on in Jotterpad and Immediately have a panic attack about how much progress didn't get saved (because the progress was in a different program)

[ancientgigas]

Hidup Sebelum Mengenal Internet

Prompt tulisan harianApakah Anda ingat hidup sebelum adanya internet?Lihat semua tanggapan Jika ditanya seperti apa hidup saya sebelum adanya internet, maka yang langsung terlintas di ingatan saya adalah masa-masa Sekolah Dasar (SD). Saat itu, bel pulang sekolah menjadi suara paling menyenangkan bagi saya. Begitu bel berbunyi, saya langsung lari keluar pagar sekolah. Pulang jalan kaki lewat…

[poeaxtry]

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Daily prompt posts and poems all the time

[deadlypoetacademia]

How beautiful is the art of remembering little things. Like you got me a red velvet cake for my birthday just because I randomly told you about it once we were passing through the bakery, like you know the name of my favourite perfume, like you know I have a habit of holding hands while crossing the road, like you know I like spicy food more than sweet, like you know so much about me about such little things. Could I love you anymore?