The writer must have a good imagination to begin with, but the imagination has to be muscular, which means it must be exercised in a disciplined way, day in and day out, by writing, failing, succeeding and revising.
--Stephen King
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@inks-fiction
The writer must have a good imagination to begin with, but the imagination has to be muscular, which means it must be exercised in a disciplined way, day in and day out, by writing, failing, succeeding and revising.
--Stephen King
In the ruins
That are rotting
Underneath the Earth,
I still hear your whispers—
Whispers of your loneliness,
Of your helplessness,
Of your longing.
Yet I am barely able
To touch your face,
Like a passing wind,
To wipe that
Lone tear
Spilling over your
Wrinkled cheeks.
And I feel it.
Every time,
You freeze,
As if you felt me
Trying to console you,
Embrace you.
So I tremble—
Enough to shake the
Tree that’s rooted
Underneath the same Earth
That I am being burned into.
And it shakes,
Just enough
For its flowers to
Shower on you
And make you realize—
That I am, and
I will always be,
There.
Everywhere,
And in
Everything.
Holding you.
Grounding you.
🥀✒️
-inksfiction
Thank you @scarletzfever and everyone who got me to 25 reblogs!
Her eyes — a portal
to her stories, shielded by
confidence and endurance,
waiting to be explored.
I love to solve the mysteries.
Every time she speaks,
her voice becomes an orchestra,
her hands conducting the music.
My mind dances to the tune,
drifting into a trance
only she could break.
She wears her flaws as medals,
yet still counts them as stars.
What she doesn’t know is this—
she is the Sun, too bright for me
to ever notice those stars.
-Inksfiction ✒️🥀
In the ruins
That are rotting
Underneath the Earth,
I still hear your whispers—
Whispers of your loneliness,
Of your helplessness,
Of your longing.
Yet I am barely able
To touch your face,
Like a passing wind,
To wipe that
Lone tear
Spilling over your
Wrinkled cheeks.
And I feel it.
Every time,
You freeze,
As if you felt me
Trying to console you,
Embrace you.
So I tremble—
Enough to shake the
Tree that’s rooted
Underneath the same Earth
That I am being burned into.
And it shakes,
Just enough
For its flowers to
Shower on you
And make you realize—
That I am, and
I will always be,
There.
Everywhere,
And in
Everything.
Holding you.
Grounding you.
🥀✒️
-inksfiction
NIGHTS
When the nights get colder
and when you can't feel the warmth anymore,
When the nights seem longer
and when you can't hold on anymore,
When the nights are filled with bewilderment
and when you can't understand anything anymore,
When the nights are empty
and when you can't feel anything anymore,
and as if seeping into the void,
Remember ~
The moon is with you
even on the days when it is tucked under the clouds
and it will listen to you all the more in your silence.
At that moment,
flowers that are trying to bloom
will fill the void with their fragrance
leaving you unrestraint.
As the nightingale sings you a lullaby,
you doze off slowly,
snugging yourself under the blanket heedlessly.
When you wake up,
everything seems to fall in place
and the previous night
becomes a beautiful memory to cherish.
Baby's breath
With turquoise sky overhead
as the dawn breaks
The mist covering the leaves faded away.
The immaculate first light
hitting the face left me in bewilderment.
What lasts long -
Feeling euphoric from dawn till dusk?
Or
Feeling restricted from dusk till dawn?
Thus I want to be baby's breath.
Blooming by mustering all the joy from day
and enduring throughout the shadows.
As they say-
even the worst flower growers can't kill
a baby's breath.
AMIGO
From dancing together in the meadow,
to sharing blankets under the moon.
From cringing over experiences,
to lending a shoulder.
From being a partner in crime,
to being a guide in need.
Through thick and thin and in all wakes of life,
their presence will never be a regret.
Sometimes it is a pleasant wind that carries fragrance, while sometimes it is a gush of wind that crushes everything in its way.
But most importantly, they have always been -
A moonlight that illuminates gloominess and
A knight in shining armour.
“Sometimes giving someone a second chance is like giving them an extra bullet for their gun because they missed you the first time.”
— Unknown
why are you so obsessed with red?
Am I? 😳 maybe? Is it bad ? I don't think so? Should I stop? No, I won't.😤🔪
Red is lub anyways..!😑😌
Quotes
It's not always about what's right or what's wrong.
Sometimes it can be whether you like it or not.
Say no more.
“I think it’s important that people don’t feel alone.”
— negative-creep-69
Hey there. I hope you're having a great day. I was wondering if you could whip me up some prompts (not dialogue) for when the otp are in university. Thanks.😊
Hey, dear! Thanks, my day is indeed great :) I hope yours is too and you like the prompts I came up with ♡
10 university / college AU prompts
Feel free to use and reblog!
#1 - A is having exam period and is bend over their books all the time so B is making sure A doesn't forget to eat properly by bringing them food.
#2 - A is a literature major and has to do a character study from the novel that had been discussed in class but everything A writes is actually about B.
#3 - Both started their studies only recently, and while A at least knows the town where they are because they grew up there, B is in a situation where everything is new. They get to know each other when A takes it on themselves to show B around.
#4 - A is always visiting their friend, who is sharing a dorm with B. After a while, A is actually only visiting their friend to see B again but is too shy to speak to them.
#5 - They make out at a party but only A remembers it and tries to act nonchalantly when B is all oblivious. But A just can't forget it.
#6 - A is procrastinating and asks B to help them focus again but they end up procrastinating together. It doesn't take long and they totally embrace the time together and decide e.g. to go on a road trip.
#7 - A always arrives extremely tired at the library and after B has noticed it several times in a row they bring a cup of coffee for A the next day. It grows to be their little ritual.
#8 - It takes A and B multiple homework and projects they have to do together to eventually develop an interest for the other when they find out they share a certain passion.
#9 - They attend a party together and A is all protective when B is hit on continuously. B is endeared/amused by A's jealous demeanour.
#10 - When A falls asleep during a late-night study date, B tucks them in caringly and is enchanted by the sleeping vision of A.
Writing prompt
I wanted to be the moon rabbit -
granting all the wishes you ever asked for,
every time you looked at the moon.
A door to the sky -
that would lead you to the galaxy,
every time you wanted to escape from the chaos.
But the pangs of conscience
from the past stung deeper than holler.
Yet I wonder if I can still be -
the reason behind your smile?
“Somebody gets into trouble, then gets out of it again. People love that story. They never get tired of it.”
— Kurt Vonnegut
Clichés😬
How do you spend your nights?
Overthinking and imagining scenarios that will never happen
Thoughts
I never scolded you for anything, did I?
I never blamed you for anything, did I?
I never stopped talking to you, did I?
I ran and ran around you, only to get pushed away, but I didn't stop coming back to you, did I?
I loved you even when you didn't, did I?
I wasn't hard to love, was I?
And here goes my mind running wild, thinking of you every second only to realize we are not together anymore.