M.K. Arnold

I like to write :)

[michellekarnold]

If my WIP was a cake, would you eat it?

The cake is contemporary romance

The fondant is dark, but respects individual autonomy and consent

The filling is lavender; representing the protagonist’s lavender marriage

Who ordered it? The mafia.

[opulenceofopposums]

i would read this as a book, but not eat it as a cake. dont want the mafia coming after me!

[michellekarnold]

Hahaha!!! You’re right!!

[definem3]

Hate, hate HATE when you're stuck at work all day being excited to write, then when you get home and have all the free time in the world you just.....don't. You still want to, but you don't. Like wtf, type the words bruh

[michellekarnold]

Find the Word: Using my new WIP

Thank you @diabolical-blue for tagging me in this post!

My Words: struggle, sense, smirk, steal

This is my new WIP I reference in one of my most recent posts. It is a very recent work in progress, so I only could find a couple of the words.

Struggle

Blood and sweat drip onto the hardwood floor as he struggles against the men dragging him out of the chapel. A crooked grin expands across his face, “You just fucking wait you bastards, I’ve got something coming for you.”

Sense

“What do you want to know?” He asks cooly, his cold front not hiding a yearning in his eyes. I sense he desperately craves for someone to care enough to know him - to really know him - and I want to be the one to satiate him. 

[michellekarnold]

If my WIP was a cake, would you eat it?

The cake is contemporary romance

The fondant is dark, but respects individual autonomy and consent

The filling is lavender; representing the protagonist’s lavender marriage

Who ordered it? The mafia.

[diabolical-blue]

Find the Word tag game

Thanks to @kaylinalexanderbooks for the tag!

Rules: Post excerpts from your WIP containing the words provided.

My words: look, hear, smell, feel

Your words: struggle, sense, smirk, steal

No pressure tagging: @leahnardo-da-veggie @finickyfelix @michellekarnold @tabswrites @lesleymoonwriter

Though I’ve done this tag game many times for Ambrosia Heights, this will be my first Find the Word tag game for Unfathomable! (Still hoping to get this WIP ready for beta reading soon...may just need one more edit first? I’m not sure yet.)

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Look

Horrified, Marlo looked over his shoulder. Keeley was gone. His classmates were gone. The sub was gone. He whirled around with agonizing slowness, flailing limbs dragging through the water as he came to grips with the nightmare unfolding around him. His worst fear. He was floating on the edge of the shelf, suspended above the unfathomable depths, and he was all alone. Well…not completely alone. He didn’t want to look. But once again, something compelled him to turn his head and gaze into the void.

Hear

He snatched up the radio receiver and pressed the button. “Keeley? Are you there now?” Every second of silence was agonizing. He didn’t have time for this. Mom and Dad were waiting for him. Why wasn’t Keeley picking up? Couldn’t she tell something weird was going on? Was she really that mad at him? “Listen, I’m sorry about what I said yesterday,” Marlo said, keeping his voice down so his parents wouldn’t hear in the next room. “Really, I am. I know you probably don’t want to talk to me right now, but this is serious. Please answer if you’re there.”

Smell

Something nearby smelled familiar. Engine oil. The sounds of Tinker’s Alley were familiar too – the clicking ratchets, the clank of metal, the whir of the engines. Everywhere he looked was some sort of workshop or machine shop or garage or moonpool. He was surrounded by a million things that reminded him of Keeley, and without anything else to focus on, it was getting harder and harder to ignore.

Feel

“Hey, Evie, it’s alright,” he tried to say reassuringly. His voice came out a little higher-pitched than he’d like. “There’s nothing to be afraid of, remember? Your dad’s place is just up ahead. You can walk that far, can’t you?” Evie shook her head quickly. Marlo sighed. It had occurred to him that his cousin might not be feeling so scared right now if not for the fearful behavior she’d observed from him, and he felt terrible about that. “Alright. Come on. I’ll carry you.” He knelt down and hoisted Evie on his hip. Without a word, she threw her arms around his neck and clung to him for dear life.

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[michellekarnold]

I love this!! I can’t wait to see more of your WIP

[michellekarnold]

I have finally broken the curse of only being able to write chronologically !!!!!!!!

[michellekarnold]

I have become unstoppable.

[eloquesque]

yeah I write sometimes. no I do not know proper grammar and punctuation.

[michellekarnold]

To cook or be cooked.

Is the sum of the life of a writer. You’re either cooking up a scrumptious piece of art; or the art has you feeling like you’re turning on a spit.

[jaydove-writes]

Writing prompt: birthday disaster

(Today is my birthday and I think reading about someone else having a bad birthday will prevent it from happening to me)

You are not obligated to write for me but I think because it is my birthday it would be a nice gift.

[michellekarnold]

Everyone wish @jaydove-writes a happy belated birthday!!!

I wrote you a short story about a bad birthday to hopefully make yours the best one yet! I used Mabel from Gravity Falls as our unfortunate protagonist in this story. I hope you enjoy! (story below)

“Perfect! Don’t you think Waddles?” Mabel says with content as she precisely places the last sprinkle on the eccentric cake she spent all night baking for Dipper.

Her beloved pig, Waddles, oinks - although unable to comprehend her question, Mabel’s face glows anyway as she is delighted by the validation of her efforts. She wraps her arms around his belly, pulling him into a warm embrace, but doesn’t allow herself to grow distracted as she checks the time.

Despite the exhaustion from depriving herself of sleep, her selfless heart pumps with adrenaline as she anticipates her twin brother coming home at any moment. 

Dipper had been distant. Sleepless anxiety ridden nights and misadventures taken alone, the only light being the moon’s beams shining on the cryptic journal he and Mabel have desperately attempted to make sense of.

Mabel, optimistically thought a surprise party would pull Dipper out of whatever funk he has been in. For weeks she crafted decorations until her hands were cramped with fatigue and purple bags appeared under her tired eyes; but with willpower, love, and the presence of their friends - she made it happen. The only step left in achieving the best party for the best brother in the world is for him to walk through the door.

Usually after these nightly misadventures, Dipper trudges through the door at 6 am - disappointed and exhausted. Being a minute until the top of the hour, Mabel zips into the main room. “Everyone hide! He will be here any minute!” She yells, toting the homemade birthday cake. 

As everyone finds a place to take cover, Grunkle Stan sinks into his dilapidated yellow chair - scratching the whiskers on his chin.

Mabel’s heart beats profusely against her ribs as she anticipates her brother’s arrival.

A minute goes by.

Then two..

Three…

Before she knows it, thirty gruesome moments of silence pass - no Dipper.

“Mabel, I am sorry, but I have to go.” Wendy says regretfully, running her hand through her thick ginger hair.

“Wait! He will be here any minute. I know it!” Mabel pleads.

Wendy frowns and glumly waves as she steps out the front door. ”I really am sorry Mabel.”

One by one, the party guests leave as the time passes without Dipper showing face. Mabel’s excitement turns cold as her plans fall flat. Her chest aches and tears cloud her eyes as everyone but Soos and Gruncle Stan remain.

“Sorry dude,” Soos empathizes, as Mabel wipes her tears with the sleeve of her knitted sweater.

“How ‘bout we have some of that cake you made. It is your birthday too, ya know?,”Gruncle Stan suggests.

Before Mabel can respond, the door knob turns and a bright eyed Dipper bolts through the door. ”You’ll never believe it!” He exclaims.

Mabel’s tears overflow as the final piece of her plan arrives - but far too late.

Dipper’s smile fades and he untucks the journal from underneath his arm, laying it down carefully. “Wait, Mabel, what’s wrong?” 

She pushes the cake into his hands. 

Her palms, coated with icing and sparkles, cool her cheeks as she tries to hide the tears that won’t stop coming. As she escapes into her room, unable to control her sobs, Dipper beholds his sister’s act of love and appreciation melting in his hands. The purple icing drips onto the floor and a droopy “Happy Birthday Dipper” hand piped by Mabel, slips off the edge with it. 

Overwhelmed by confusion and concern, Dipper faces Soos and Gruncle Stan who meet his gaze with disappointment. 

“Happy Birthday Dipper, I hope you got what you wanted.” Gruncle Stan grumbles before abandoning the comfort of his favorite chair, and leaving Dipper left to sit with pieces of his sister’s broken heart.

[michellekarnold]

Thank you everyone!!

I came on here and realized this page has hit a follower milestone!! If you follow me on here I am super thankful for you.

Not only do you read my nonsensical ramblings, but you have allowed me to take space on here. That means a lot.

In the next few months, I would like to get out of my comfort zone and post some of my writing and other content. Soooo stay tuned??

Love ya!!!

[michellekarnold]

I just bought 4 books :))))) happy happy happy

[michellekarnold]

I have finally broken the curse of only being able to write chronologically !!!!!!!!

[michellekarnold]

SEND ME YOUR FANFIC / ONESHOT REQUESTS

I am reentering the world of writing fanfictions and oneshots. YAY! I am doing this for fun and to make a little extra on the side to fund my writing aspirations. I do have a few membership tiers open if anyone is interested in creating a little community with me :))

Got a prompt/dialogue exchange/etc you are just WAITING for someone to write?? Send it my way ;)

There are some things I won't write (listed in my terms on Ko-fi) if you have any questions or want to send a request please DM me!

Michelle's Commissions

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[michellekarnold]

Writing without an outline is sometimes like driving without a GPS.

I know I’m going to get there, but I don’t exactly know how.

[michellekarnold]

THANK YOU to anyone who has ever read my writing or heard me ramble about it. You are doing the Lord’s work.

[michellekarnold]

What would your OC say if they met you irl?

[michellekarnold]

Me: *reads excerpt of my writing*

Friend: This sounds like when you-

Me: