#writeble

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

Wattpad Purge and AO3 vs bot comments? I’m not on Wattpad but both of these happening at the same time feel like we’re witnessing a historical event

[lesbunnian]

@coffeeandcalligraphy I'm sorry for the tag but since I saw many were sharing excerpts of Wisps and how character talk about each other. I'm just proud of this little paragraph for chapter 6 of one of mine.

[fun-adventures-travels]

Camping in Rishikesh: Feel the Vibrancy of the Serene Adventure!

Nestled amidst the serenity of the majestic Himalayas, camping in Rishikesh promises an unforgettable escape into nature. This small town in Uttarakhand is not only a hub for spirituality but also an exciting hotspot for adventure enthusiasts. Whether it’s exploring riverside beauty, engaging in thrilling activities, or connecting with your inner self, Rishikesh River Camp offers something for everyone.

Why Choose Camping in Rishikesh?

When you think about rafting and camping in Rishikesh, the combination of adventure and tranquillity is unmatched. Here's why this destination is a must-visit:

Perfect Riverside Locations: Explore the best riverside camping in Rishikesh surrounded by lush forests and the calming presence of the Ganga. These camps not only provide a scenic backdrop but also create a serene environment for unwinding.

Adventure Galore: Apart from camping, Rishikesh offers activities like trekking, river rafting, bungee jumping, and flying fox, ensuring an adrenaline-pumping experience.

Budget-Friendly Packages: From the cheapest camping in Rishikesh to luxurious stays, there's something for every budget. With packages starting as low as INR 899, you can enjoy a memorable adventure without breaking the bank.

Highlights of the Best Riverside Camping in Rishikesh

Camping at Rishikesh River Camp includes an array of exciting activities, perfect for a quick getaway:

Day 1 Highlights:

Arrive at the campsite, enjoy a refreshing welcome drink, and settle into your tents.

After lunch, participate in outdoor games like volleyball and badminton.

Take a nature walk to explore the nearby areas, including waterfalls and forests.

End the day with a bonfire and music under the starry sky.

Day 2 Highlights:

Begin your morning with a relaxing tea and enjoy the scenic sunrise.

Wrap up with a hearty breakfast before checking out.

The entire experience is thoughtfully curated to combine adventure with relaxation, giving you lasting memories.

What Makes Rafting and Camping in Rishikesh So Special?

Exhilarating River Rafting: Rishikesh is renowned for its world-class rafting trails. Opt for a 9 km, 16 km, or even 24 km stretch for an experience that blends thrill with scenic beauty.

Immersive Local Exploration: While camping, explore the local village culture, take a nature walk, and witness diverse flora and fauna.

Spiritual Relaxation: The tranquil environment allows visitors to meditate and connect with their inner self amidst the spiritual aura of Rishikesh.

Tips for the Best Camping Experience in Rishikesh

Dress for the Weather: Layered clothing and sturdy shoes are a must for comfort and safety during outdoor activities.

Safety First: Always follow the instructions of your guide and carry a first aid kit.

Leave No Trace: Practice eco-friendly habits and avoid littering to preserve the natural beauty of the campsite.

Book Early: Secure your spot at the best riverside camping in Rishikesh to avoid last-minute disappointments.

Cost-Effective Adventures in Rishikesh

For those seeking a budget-friendly adventure, the cheapest camping in Rishikesh offers affordable packages without compromising on experience. Activities like rafting start from as low as INR 600, ensuring there's something for every traveller.

A Retreat Like No Other

Embrace Nature, Adventure, and Serenity in Rishikesh

From thrilling rafting and camping in Rishikesh to soaking in the peaceful surroundings of the Rishikesh River camp, this destination promises a rejuvenating experience. Whether you're a thrill-seeker or a nature lover, the enchanting blend of adventure and tranquillity here makes it a retreat like no other. Plan your camping getaway today and discover the magic that awaits you!

[jade-island-lives]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Warriors - Erin Hunter Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Grassstar, Aphidcrest, Newtshard, Ridgepaw, Thriftriver, Mantiskit, Sorrelglare, Hazelegg, Gravelcurrent, River, pear - Character, Smoky, Heather, Jumble, Hill - Character, Sleek, Hazel Additional Tags: Fangame: Clangen Clan Generator (Warriors), Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Starvation, Animal Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Injury, Blood and Violence, Blood and Gore, Found Family, Eventual Romance, Action/Adventure, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags May Change Summary:

Many moons ago, a clan of cats lived by a lake. Then, Twolegs came and destroyed their home, leaving them to die. They were lost and forgotten to the ages.

Until a kittypet, River, and his sister, Pear, receive visions of the lost clan. Soon enough, they are tasked with reviving the lost clan. RippleClan.

This is the Rebirth of RippleClan

[outragedtortilla]

[sarah-sandwich-writes]

Ooo thanks for tagging me! For the wip I've been calling parasite:

Parasite

No pressure tagging: @writer-or-whatever @cljordan-imperium @alairmena and anyone else who wants to play!

Tag game: The one word test

Rules: Chose one word, and only one word, that spoils your entire wip but the audience will have to read the book to find out why

my word for memoriam:

Dragon

gently tagging: @seastarblue @theunboundwriter @writingamongther0ses @psycheandthistle @blurred-honey

[evenlis]

I could say that we were blind to the end, like all young lovers are... but that was never the case. I think we always knew, despite hope filled promises of forever. That's probably why your line is silent. Is this your version of a dignified ending?

- Evenlis. A Thousand Letters I Didn't Send You

[oceansubconscious]

A rhyming story about Vergil and a fortune teller. 721 words, gen.

Vergil, sixteen years old.

I went to the fortune teller to have my future told. Thought maybe if I knew what's in store, I wouldn't feel like a brewing storm. She told me she wouldn't tell me my future before I made peace with my past. And I wanted to curse her ancestors to ten generations back.

I left her tent in a huff with a tornado spinning in my lungs. "What a beguiling witch," I cursed under my breath, and wrath was the only way I could catch my breath.

But I did sit in the street and think. I imagined a future that reflected the past: families lost, my mistakes permanent. The loneliness was a living, beating thing and it sat on my chest. Even my shadow had left.

I went to the fortune teller the next day. I asked her the same thing, even if I hated repeating myself.

She said, "I won't tell you your future before you make peace with your past." And she said it with an air of someone that knew I would keep coming back—but never going back.

I seethed so I could breathe. "Listen, lady. Don't you want to be paid? Take my money and read my palm, damn it."

She told me to get out.

I left her tent in a huff with a tornado spinning in my lungs. I hated repeating myself, but I did sit in the street and think. I replayed the past in my head, but only the moments I couldn't stomach, a film reel of tailored horrors. I said to myself this is the price of naïve living. Dead parents and childhoods ashen.

And I had to learn and I had to know what the future holds, so I wouldn't live a naïve living.

I went to the fortune teller the next day, but she was gone. She had traveled on. I sat in the empty earth where her tent used to sit, and I thought. How come she could travel on, and I had to stay in the past?

I stared at my calloused palms. At the fissures and creases carved with a sword's hilt. I tried to read them, but only remembered when they were softer, shallower, unable to grip a sword. I clenched my hands into fists.

I left.

A storm came. Angry, so angry with me. It bellowed. It burned. It was me, ripping apart my soul. A monster in my home—real and terrible. I crawled away from it, naked like an animal.

V, one day old.

I went to the fortune teller a different man. It was chance I found her. And I only went in for old time's sake. When I opened the tassels of her tent, she was sitting with two cups of tea–mint green, it hit my nose. My favorite kind. Maybe she was rubbing off on me, but I knew before she spoke that she would say, "Welcome. Sit."

And so I did sit. And I didn't think. I stopped doing that around the time I tore my soul.

"Are you prepared to have your future told?" She said.

The storm had blown over. I was an upheaved scarecrow. Mangled and laying in a world rich with crops and warm earth, and I was hungry and cold like a dead hearth.

"No," I said. I was not prepared, I was in pieces from finding peace.

"One often isn't ready when the future becomes our present."

And then she foretold my future in riddles. I was quite good with riddles, but I didn't try to decipher them. I sipped tea and barely listened. Air was whooshing inside my ears—I didn't know if it was the spring breeze or another brewing storm. One way or another, I would find out, wouldn't I?

When she was finished, she asked me to pay for the tea and not for the riddles. I didn't have any money.

She told me to get out.

I left her tent the same man who entered. That man was a different man than his past suggested. He was a dead storm, a dead monster, and a newborn.

He was memories and nostalgia, walking on two legs and a cane. The good memories were proof better times could exist, and the bad ones were proof the storms couldn't kill him.

It didn't hurt to remember anymore.

the end.

[daisychainz33]

i’m so happy to get even 1 note on any of my posts. i’m not famous, i’m not anything special, i’m not even a good writer if i’m being honest. but notes mean what i wrote reached someone, and that’s so special to me. someone saw what i wrote, and understood.

[hopelessromanticwithawhaletattoo]

Day 49

100 days of poems

If I stare long enough at this screen

Will a poem find its way out of me?

Or will I grow more weary

Under the weight of my own expectations

[windlass-abbey]

The cold nips at my ears and lips

Summertime is dead and gone The autumn breeze has finally ceased And the winter wind keeps howling on

The sun sinks swiftly from the sky As I wander down the road Street lamps flicker and the crumpled leaves fly The seasons turn and darkness grows

Mistletoe hangs off the trees,  Little berries glowing white as snow Fairy lights dance amongst the leaves Holly gleams bright in the thick hedgerow 

Frost laces itself around the leaves Starlight twinkles through the clouds Rain trickles down the windowpane Moonlight glistens on the ice all ’round

The winter wind continues to moan Its whispers make me feel less alone Days grow short and nights grow long And the passage of time marches on and on.

[dioraberry]

cozy autumn night☕️🍂🕯️

cr:ig

[scholarlycoffee]

She imagines her sister swallowing sea foam, stomach lined with pearls, lungs all full of beeswax kelp. Thorny, wind-washed myrtle blown out to sea, collapsing onto the rippling ocean surface and covering her drowned, water-softened eyes like coins. She imagines lampreys’ hungry mouths against her freckled shoulders, her barnacle-crested kneecaps, and eel cave chest cavity.

An AU novella of Mosswood.

Genre: Adult contemporary fantasy, horror novella

Setting: The fictional coastal town of Ponderosa Bay, Oregon, 2005

Summary: 11-year-old Analía Monroe drowns in the tidepools on Ponderosa Bay's shores. This time, when her body is pulled from the water, she is already dead. Four years later, Rajel Cohen-Monroe is older than her sister ever got to be. When she begins seeing Analía's ghost guiding her to a series of letters detailing events that occurred several years after her death, Rajel finds herself drawn to the town's mysteries and a teenage outcast named June Bardot.

Status: Complete / 36k

[starlightshadowsworld]

Your mystery question is here! :)

Shooting Star: What would your character wish for if they saw a shooting star?

If Aamirah saw a shooting star she would wish for a good grade. Girl is probably at her desk, flicking through a textbook and scribbling notes when she sees it shoot on by.

She’s wouldn’t wish to simply pass because she needs to do way more than just that.

So wish for a good grade, a great one even like her life depends on it.

Because it just might.

Thanks for this :)

[sunshinehunter]

“Oh for the love of the Light,” Shin rubbed his eyes. Across the table from him Wolf giggled. “Yeah you would be excited about getting more guns you hoarder,” he said with enough snark to make her laugh again quietly. “I dismantle them though,” Wolf complained. “Tell that to the fucking pile of purple engrams in your ship. I flew here in it, I saw them,” he hadn’t seen them but they were always there. He didn't need to see them to know they were there. Ghost had a limited inventory space for the density of data engrams contained so they had to go somewhere. “Well they’re only there because Wolf only wants me to hold onto yellow ones,” Ghost said and Shin nearly fell off his chair in surprise when Ghost deposited six golden-yellow engrams onto the ground next to the table in a jumbled stack. “WOLF!” he cried and that just made her wheeze with laughter. “Go talk to Rahool or something holy shit.”

Used to the Darkness ch 7 preview

We've all been there. I have 4 exotic engrams rotting in my inventory bc idk what to roll them into. In universe 6 is like... an UNREASONABLE amount of exotic engrams to have bc they're so SSR. Normal Guardians see a yellow engram like a few times a year if they work a lot (most exotics are one offs, or can just be bought from a foundry for $$$$$$)

[voidwritesstuff]

Hello fellow writers! Heres a reminder.

Its okay to take breaks on your stories and move to other things.

Its okay to focus in fics and fanart

Your stories are yours, your ocs understand that you need breaks in order to not feel burnt out or to refresh your mind.

Your stories Will be there waiting with all the patience in the world for when youre ready. Good things take time. They'll Wait for hours,days,weeks,months, Years for you,and when you come back they'll greet you with Open arms.

Wether its one story or multiple...

Your story is worth telling

Your stories are worth sharing,no matter the medium.

Youre still a writer even if you took a long break,its still your story even if you took distance from it.

Take your time,youre loved. Take care.