𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 𝓰𝓸𝓷𝒆 𝓶𝓪𝓭

If you want to be a writer, you must do two things above all others : read a lot and write a lot. There's no way around these two things that I'm aware of, no shortcut.

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glcmandgrunge

she snorted, “ if you HONESTLY thought that i was into your sister, you are out of your mind. she’s one of my BEST friends. “ she shook her head, a smile tugging at her features. “ well, you don’t have to. just…more like a suggestion. “ she shrugged her shoulders, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. something felt DIFFERENT and it confused her. “ you don’t..you don’t HAVE to stay. “

           ❝ oh, c’mon car. i don’t know what you’re into. ❞ a pause, as her words register. ❝ plenty of people have crushes on their friends. i was into this one girl at college, and —  ❞ he stifles the word vomit, before he sounds too much like an idiot. ❝ i can stay, carmen. it’s really not that big a deal — your couch is pretty comfy. it’s a little cold to walk across town, anyways. ❞ there’s something in the air — a charge of electricity. but he pushes his selfish desires down, hiding them from himself.

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rustcoloured

   starter for astrid james ;  @glorywords 

hayden had become the definition of a pariah; ever since she took it upon herself to euthanize her family’s horse in a frowned upon way, the town of sheffield had cast the girl aside. most were too disgusted by the act she committed to strike up a conversation, or were too involved with more of the ‘ budding serial killer ’ rumors to notice as she passed in the halls. this was why she was surprised to hear that astrid – whom she hadn’t spoken to in years after a falling out – needed a tutor and wanted her. of course, hayden wasn’t an idiot and knew that her own mother extended a healthy stack of cash toward the james family in order to rekindle the two girls’ friendship. she wasn’t offended by her mom’s actions nor appreciative, instead she remained unconcerned. if people didn’t want anything to do with her, so be it. she worked better alone. 

the girl climbed up the steps to astrid’s porch, memories of when the two spent afternoons playing on the painted wood. they were far younger then, too young to understand the complexities of the emotions – or, in hayden’s case, lack thereof – rattling around inside them. small hand balled into an even smaller fist as she grew closer to the large front door, opting for knocking rather than ringing the doorbell. she hated the loud sounds they made and with this quieter method, she’d have a better chance of getting to leave unnoticed.

years. it had been years since she’d spoken to hayden — not since she’d seen her, of course, as they went to the same school. but since they’d had a conversation, words exchanged in a friendly fashion. it felt odd, to astrid, that her mother would hire hayden nilsen to tutor her — or at least, until astrid’s mother casually mentioned that mrs. nilsen was paying astrid to be hayden’s friend. even if english wasn’t her strong suit, she’d been surprised at the need for a tutor. though, she’d bet anything that her step-father had a part in her mother’s sudden desire for astrid to have one.

she heard a soft rap on the front door, and blonde head lifts from the notes before her. essays. she hated them — give her math problems any day. she waits for a moment, head cocked to the side, awaiting a second knock — before noting that it was likely hayden outside, and that the other wasn’t going to knock again. rumors rattled in her head, sending a shiver down her spine, but she stands, breathing deeply, and walks towards the door. fingers close around the cool brass, and she pulls the door open ( it feels like slow motion ), stepping aside to welcome the other in.

       ❝ hayden. hi. ❞

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arustcoloured

“ –– – because they’re PROJECTING; giving me the advice they really need to be giving to themselves. i have often found that this is the case in situations like these, if you catch my drift. ”

       ❝ if you’re getting advice, doesn’t that usually mean you need it ? i mean, i don’t normally give out advice willy-nilly, but maybe that’s just me. ❞

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rustcoloured

“ where’d you pick that up? sounds like you read the DICTIONARY. ”

      ❝ i learned it in class. high school, actually. ❞

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rustcoloured

“ do you at least get to EAT any on the job? ”

      ❝ — i haven’t, but i don’t think it’s not allowed. ❞

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pctrichvr

  the distance between them closes before arms gather lila’s frame close in an embrace that she hopes will communicate more than her lips will. ❛  i know.  ❜ words whispered against dark hair so reminiscent of her own. she hadn’t left out of hurt. dalton and marion hadn’t felt like an us far before that, she couldn’t reach him, and the weight of it all, the REFUSAL had begun to push her — drowning where there’s no fluid left. she’d left so she could breathe again. so that her children could have a mother that wasn’t left hollow. one that was present behind every smile and every kiss goodnight.  ❛  i’m sorry.  ❜  her hands clasp round that spitting image of herself as she pulls back. 

❛  i’m proud of you. and you’ve grown. you have thoughts and opinions of the world that have reason, thought and value from academia and experience. show him that. you don’t have to bare or open your heart to him if you want to. maybe just start with… your favourite authors. or… eggnog.  ❜

lila melts into her mother’s arms, reverting back to a childish comfort. it’s reminiscent of the protection against nightmares, of days spent worrying over her sister’s disappearance and the possibility of hazel following. curtains of dark hair cover both of them, and she’s reminded of the fact that, were she and marion the same age, they could be twins — she’s a mirror image of her mother’s younger self. ❝ why are you sorry ? ❞ she questions, pulling out of the hug. ❝ it’s his fault, not yours. ❞

       ❝ but why does he deserve to know ? ❞ her expression becomes pained — she hates sharing to begin with. she’s reserved, closed off — prefers to keep things to herself. and she knows her father is essentially a stranger to her now, unfamiliar. uncomfortable. ❝ i know he’s my dad, but he doesn’t feel like one. ❞

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pctrichvr

❛   do  i  really  have  to  stand  here  and  wait  for  you  to  recognize  me?  are  you  pretending,  cause  that’s  so  —  not  cool,  it’s  ME  come  on  this  trick  is  so  old.  ❜ @glorywords

       ❝ is that — archer, is that you ? you’ve gotten so old. ❞

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violenteyed

                 " Oh,     come on, we get to    rummage     through her desk and change you and your friends grades. Do anything you want in there and    nobody   has to know. “ The very breath of a laugh escapes his lips. ” You enjoy making me beg ? We   both   don’t have anything better to do. “ Hopefully the last statement lands with some form of truth. Most kids in this town had nothing to do. Small towns were often like some sort of purgatory, an eternal wait for something, anything.

it’s tempting. so, so fucking tempting. she knows she should say no, just walk away and head to class, create chaos with kyle some other time. she bites her nails in thought, hesitance waning as temptation rises. she’s been so good lately — she deserved a little fun. the only way it’d hurt was if they got caught. ❝ alright, fine. i’m IN. ❞ 

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glcmandgrunge

her words caught him off guard. it was christmas, they should be together. but he didn’t want to be. without rowan, it was useless, pointless. he sighed yet again, throwing his pencil over on his desk. he had to think over his next words carefully. “ i have plans actually. but uh– maybe next year. ” perhaps his words were a little harsh, not to mention a blatant lie but they’d have to suffice.

lips purse in irritation, and she bites back a scathing attack on him. ❝ you have plans. on christmas. ❞ she’s shocked — she’d thought her father to be quite reclusive, especially since rowan’s disappearance. ❝ forgive me for calling bullshit. ❞ the words are bitter, snappy — she’s close to losing her temper, something she attempts to keep under control most of the time.

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glcmandgrunge

( @glorywords. )- kristine

walking out of her office, sylvia bit her lower lip noticing kristine’s light was still on. she took a step inside and knocked lightly on the door, “ is there anything you want me to do for you before i leave, kristine? “

she looks up from her desk as she hears sylvia enter — she intends to stay late at the office tonight, as she prefers the quiet town hall to the deafening silence of her home. a gentle smile crosses her lips, and she shakes her head at the blonde, pushing glasses up her nose. ❝ no, you’re free to go home, ms. cowell. ❞

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glcmandgrunge

( @glorywords​. )- katherine gath

laurel set the glass down on the dining room table. she pulled a chair out and took a seat, a smile on her face. “ so, tell me about this movie. what’s it about? the setting? ”

       ❝ well, it’s a documentary. ❞ katherine says, looking up from the notes in front of her. she places them in front of her — a group of well-organized ideas and thoughts about where she wants the film to go. she offers her mother a smile, adding, ❝ about sheffield. ❞ she pauses, trying to figure out what to say next.  

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@rustcoloured​​  ╳✎ ▐  → MOLLY.

        ❝ lookin’ good, phillips. ❞ a smirk plays across lips, and he raises an eyebrow at her. he hadn’t seen her lately, and it was a surprise to run in to her — especially off campus. this was going to be a good conversation.

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