Ela

a big 44 fan :)

[landonorriswins]

Hihi everyone!

I’m Ela and I’m new to posting on here. I’ve been on tumblr for a long time — since I was arguably too young for it — but this is the first time I’m gonna be posting on here.

I decided I wanted to start writing in a non-academic setting; I love writing, but I have never actually done it just for fun (so be gentle with me). I am still a student though, so posts probably won’t be super frequent. Despite my blogs’ branding it may not just be f1 related, I may write random essays or short stories — just whatever comes to mind!

This is very much for fun and not meant to be taken seriously, it is FICTION, please do not take it to be otherwise. Everything I write comes from my mind and even though it can sometimes seem like ai, I just do so much academic writing that i feel like sometimes even my casual writing sounds a little… intense. I have a very strong disdain for AI (ethically and just actual beef (dont get me started)).

ALSO, English is not my first language so please excuse any grammar mistakes :)) Anyways, happy reading. Constructive criticism is always welcome!

Lots of love,

Ela

[landonorriswins]

WIP

original female character x a driver????

author's note: ok so this is very much still something I am working on and have yet to make a lot of major plot decisions but! a little sneak peak and sort of plot overview?? probably not gonna be very good or very long because it is the first thing I am ever writing for fun...

~ Ela <3

warnings: possible romance with a driver (have yet to decide which one but thinking Charles), misogyny, angst (a lot of it), happy-ish ending??

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There was something so incredibly cruel about being so close to reaching your goals at a young age and then having them ripped out from under you. At any age that would have been devastating, however, having reached the peak at just 22 years old and then immediately crashing and burning — at no fault of her own, mind you — seemed immeasurably so. The weight of that reality became suffocating the more she thought about it… and God, did she dwell. Her mind was plagued by the recurring realization that all of that hard work, her sweat and tears, had been swept away by a rip current she was not strong enough to swim against.

Instead, she drowned, surrounded and consumed by the thought that she would never race again.

No amount of time to recover or physical therapy would ever grant her the ability to sit in a Formula One car again. There was no surgery, no cure, no magical antidote and no prayer uttered that would return her to where she rightfully belonged. Her entire lifetime, wasted. She had no backup plan, something which had paid off. Even if the desired result was only temporary (too temporary, everyone agreed), she had dedicated her entire conscious existence to racing. She had a promising career, on the cusp of her first championship win. 

And yet, Sofia de la Torre would never be a champion.