#writing comunity

[4buna1]

Always useful to have on hand

Insult names to use instead of "idiot,"

None of these are actually meant to be hateful, if any of these have truely offensive meanings (such as the r word) that I was unaware of, please tell me so I can remove it! Tried to avoid cursing, but it contains some!

Jerk

Ass-hat

Dumb-dumb

Dummy

Doofus

Dork

Stupid

Moron

Fool

Nincompoop

Oaf

Ninny

Blockhead

Dunce

Imbecile

Jack-ass

Dope

Nit-wit

Numbskull

Simpleton

Twit

Birdbrain

Bonehead

Buffoon

Dullard

Half-wit

Knucklehead

Ignoramus

Dingbat

Dumbbell

Loser

Addlepate

Muttonhead

Goon

Pea Brain

Dull Pencil

Mole Rat

Turd

[brighthope4blog]

My thoughts are hell

I throw myself into sparks of light,

The hateful fog sinks me,

In shattered hopes...

I hear the angels singing a mournful song,

I burn and I die,

Like a star in a cold night,

I fade into oblivion...

I fall into the suffocation of the silken night,

And I let the longing drown me,

Saying goodbye to the burning star...

I throw myself into dreamy corners,

Black clouds hit me,

Crumbling me into dust...

And I turn into indifference.

I wrote this poem in a few days that weren't too good for me, at first I didn't like it but now that I looked at it again I realized that it's not that bad, in fact I got attached to the feelings it conveys.

As usual, if you have any advice, they are welcome🩷

[schmedterlingfreud]

💕 ​Day [49 of 100] of Productivity 💕​

Writing: - Meduse a Centinaia; Chapter 2 (... completed and posted!) Here's the link...

[Meduse a Centinaia - Chapter 2]

... while I continue to wait for the weird AO3 mirror link issue to be resolved, lol. Let's enjoy a couple of chapters of mindfucking before the real fuck begins! I'm really happy to have maintained the promise I made to myself, posting this new chapter before the end of May. My next week is going to be literally infernal, since I'm working from Tuesday to Sunday and, unfortunately, my writing time will be very limited. Let's hope to survive, ahah. I know this time is going to be tough and draining for many people (seasonal changes are no joke), so I hope this new chapter can be a sweet little comfort for all of those who are doing their best despite the difficulties, the fatigue and tiredness (… just like Luca in this very chapter!). Let's do our best! ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ

Reading: Il sesso inutile, by Oriana Fallaci

Listening to: Carrie&Lowell (10th Anniversary Edition), by Sufjan Stevens

Snacking on: Banana and strawberry homemade milkshake

Extra: My mom bought me that jellyfish paperweight because she vaguely knows from my IG posts that I'm writing "something about jellyfish". It was sweet, in its own way. Lately, I'm always in a bad and nasty mood. Maybe because my hair grew too much? Yesterday I cut them (almost) all, and now I'm looking like I'm on my way to do an Eleven (from Stranger Things) cosplay. So refreshing!

[slientstories]

To The Man Who Laughed At Me When I Said “I am a Feminist”

“Sorry, oh feminist woman,”

You said, laughing.

And while you laugh at this movement

That has fought for the dignity, safety, and rights

Of millions of women and young girls,

You are laughing at millions sold into sex slavery,

At the 12 million young girls who become child brides every year.

You are laughing at 76.5% of women in Ethiopia,

Who are victims of domestic violence.

You are laughing at 81% of women in the U.S.

Who have experienced some form of sexual harassment,

At the countless voices silenced by fear, silenced by shame.

You are laughing at one in 500,000 rape victims in South Africa,

At the countless women who face genital mutilation,

In places like Somalia, where 98% of women endure this barbaric act.

You laugh at the 100 million women in India,

Who are denied basic access to education.

You laugh at the 70% of women in Afghanistan

Who live in constant fear of violence.

Fear of being erased

Of disappearing in silence.

You are laughing at thousands of women who are shamed or mocked.

You laugh at the women forced to fight for their rights,

While their bodies are treated as battlegrounds.

You laugh at the women and young girls lost in cults,

Who are exploited, controlled, abused, and manipulated.

You laugh at the women whose voices are silenced,

In the face of the oppression they endure every day.

You laugh at the women blamed for what happened to them,

As if their pain is a joke.

You laugh at the women asked what they were wearing.

You laugh at the women no one believed.

You laugh at the women who relive their trauma in nightmares.

You laugh at the women and young girls who endured abuse.

You laugh at the women beaten by those who claimed to love them,

At the young girls who suffered at the hands of those meant to protect them.

And all those who have been discriminated against or made to feel inferior,

Because of something as basic as their gender.

So next time you laugh,

Ask yourself:

Who are you laughing at?

It was never funny to us women………..

© Princess 2025. All rights reserved.

[letswritestories101]

Writeblr, I intend to start a new story but first I need to know from you, when you finish what the hell do you do with them? I wanted to write to post on a Wattpad-ish type of site, but it turns out that there is no longer a site to post your writing with no strings attached. What do you guys do? Do you publish or save? Did I really want to put my story somewhere? (It's not fic, so Ao3 is not recommended)

[avidink]

First day in the wip count

@the-wip-project

Today i wrote 1,010 words. My goal was 200 and this is a good start. Initially I wanted to work in my novel about lesbian werewolfs but instead I worked in my Superman au fanfic. I madre a draft about my take on the chrarchters

[ramyeonpng]

In writing, you get to choose when to listen when to exit.

#WritingCommunity

[fwitoley]

wow, it’s been a while since i heard that song. it made me realize how much i hated it. It made me think about things i wanted to forget. It made me think about him.

i danced to that song with him. he twirled me around as we sang the lyrics at the top of our lungs, but even then we could barely hear ourselves. he looked down at me with a softness that made my heart flutter. i had to tear my eyes away so i didn't stare. he held me the way i always dreamed someone would, delicately but strong, and i knew i'd always be safe in his arms.

then things changed. i returned the awkward smile and hearty handshake agreeing to stay in contact as friends, but i couldn't bring myself to look him in the eye for too long. i didn't cry. i never cry. but i did feel a sort of emptiness as i watched him walk away. a stunned, numb kind of feeling that i just couldn't shake.

i convinced myself i could live without him. that i could find someone who would cherish me as much as i would them. but then i heard that song again. it hit me harder than i thought it would. than it should've.

Gosh, i hate that song. it makes me think about things i wanna forget.

[popmintchev]

Microsoft Word 2024 is here — smarter, faster, and more powerful.

Perfect for writers, students, and researchers, the latest version brings enhanced tools to streamline every step of the writing and publishing process.

Step-by-step guidance for creating, editing, and formatting manuscripts, reports, and books — all within Microsoft Word 2024.

(Free for Kindle Unlimited members)

[eyes-talks-ocs]

Last Line Tag

Tagged by @winterandwords 🩶

Last line from a Febuwhump prompt I'm working on.

The void; the black was a welcome friend.

[miarbuzek]

Marzenia

Zdejmij z siebie ten ciężar

Ciężar ciała i serca twego

Pozostaw tylko duszę swoją

Niech lata wolna po niebie

A gdy zechce wróci do ciebie

[brighthope4blog]

I love to write. It's one of my favorite things, but sometimes, actually... Most of the time I don't have inspiration and sometimes I understand that it's completely normal but other times I put a lot of pressure on myself. I don't know how many people will see this, but I wanted others to see that not everything is perfect, even when you're doing what you love...

[schmedterlingfreud]

🪼 Day [44 of 100] of Productivity 🪼

Writing: - Meduse a centinaia; Chapter 1 (... completed and posted!)

Posting this new work of mine, I officially post the longest chapter I've ever written (32,000+ words!)! ⭐ Like every start of publication, I find myself swinging in a mix of anxiety and trepidation. On Sunday evening, after posting the chapter, I was simply exhausted (I spent the whole day working on the revision), but at the same time so nervous that I couldn't even find a way to relax and rest, ahah. I hope that working on the remaining chapters (only eight, if my math is right) won't be so troubling, even though I already know that it will involve many intense emotions, considering the content of the fic. By the way, with this update, "Le Cronache di Portorosso" officially reaches and surpasses 700,000 words! I bet I will reach the Million, before finishing the whole thing... "Meduse a centinaia" won't be a fundamental story to the saga, speaking of plot, but rather for the development of Luca and Alberto's characterization. In fact, I hope to be able to show certain sides of their character and their relationship that have perhaps remained a little on the sidelines. An exploration of their most intimate relationship, maybe. There will also be elements of soulmate bonding, so I'm very excited to put on paper something I've never experimented with before. So many big words just to justify the fact that I wanted to write some smut. :P I really hope to have fun writing this new little story; and of course I hope even my readers will have fun reading and sticking with me on the journey of this new adventure. ( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ )��

Reading: - Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West, by Gregory Maguire

Listening to: Some Random Lofi Mix by the bootleg boy

Snacking on: Easter Colomba... I bought the one filled with custard (even if it's not properly traditional) because it's my favorite :3

Extra: Lately, my days have been so frenetic and full and chaotic that I'm barely aware of the passing of time and weeks; this Sunday is already Easter? Like whaaat? I can't wait to receive my Galatine Easter Egg. 🥚​🤍​

[roni-jari]

"La Paz de Dejar Ir: Un Adiós con Gratitud" C. M.

Decidí trazar una distancia que, aunque duele, sé que es necesaria. Lo hice no por rencor ni por orgullo, sino por el anhelo genuino de que ambos podamos hallar la felicidad que tanto merecemos. Me esfuerzo por creer que el camino que ahora recorremos por separado será fértil en dicha y en aprendizajes, que en algún rincón del futuro nos reencontraremos como dos almas renovadas, capaces de sonreír por lo que fuimos y por lo que somos.

En mi pecho late el deseo de que rehagas tu vida con plenitud, de que descubras en tus días motivos para crecer y florecer. Y en mi propio andar, busco lo mismo: rehacerme, reconstruirme, encontrar en el horizonte aquello que me dé paz. Si algún día el destino nos cruza, espero que podamos mirarnos sin pesar, con el alivio de saber que el amor que compartimos, aunque ya no nos pertenece, dejó huellas que no deben borrarse, sino recordarse con gratitud.

Me despido con la serenidad de quien supo amar y también dejar ir. Nuestro romance terminó con la dignidad que merecía, como una página que se cierra suavemente en un libro querido. Te deseo todo lo bueno que la vida pueda ofrecerte, y me permito decir, con la sinceridad del último adiós, que lo que te am�� no tiene medida, aunque ahora pertenezca solo al ayer.

"Alguna vez has sentido que dejar ir es el acto más puro de amor? "

[letswritestories101]

There is something very devastating to me about writing.

I don’t know, it’s about writing being one oldest form of share thoughts but, at the same time, the most... “limited”.

Music, drawing, animation. These things also take time to be made. It’s all ways of art that requires just as much effort and dedication. But I can’t help but feel that they are easier ways for your art to be shared, objectively speaking.

A painting can be comprehensible due to its aesthetics and style. Just like a song, it sticks in your head, holds your attention. I can tell if the sound is sad or happy or angry.

A book can't do that.

You don’t watch or hear a book. It won’t reach people with its visuals or sounds, things that are so common to humanity as a whole... and that hurts me.

Feeling that the art that I love so much can’t be as universal as I want it to be. A song can reach people who speak different languages, and so can na image. A book will always have a language barrier. If it is not translated, others will not have access.

I cannot rely solely on sound and vision and feelings that go beyond language. Not like a artist or a musician can.

I am a communicator blocked by my own way of communication.

And that hurts.