#draftone

[saramackenzie1982]

Yes, I do. I admire myself for finishing. Onward to editing! I won't be celebrating much then. 😬 But at least my feelings are loud and clear! #JaneAusten #PrideAndPredjudice #NoZombies #DraftOne #BackToTheBeginning #Love #LetMeTalk #Admire #DontRepress #Voices #Loud #Celebrate #ToEditing #LikeForLikes #Relieved #Happy #Endings #Exile #FarAway #Homeland #Klenard #CastingShadows #TheCircleIsBroken #ThroughTheMeadow #LBGTQ #Different #Author #BookSeries https://www.instagram.com/p/CfRla08O_ja/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[baileyxalyssa]

You Will Never Escape This • Update #2 • Chapters 1-2

Chapter One:

I pack my suitcase into the backseat before I get into the car. I start the engine, back out of the driveway, and am on the road right as my clock turns to five P.M. If it weren’t for the three cars waiting on me to go, I would have stayed there, parked in the middle of the road.  My dad gets home from work five after right on the dot, the only perfect thing he’s managed to do in his life. I need to leave now, I don’t know where I’m going; I just have to drive and hope that she’s out there. Somewhere, I’m sure my mom is alive. She’s alive because I am. I need to find her.

This is a really bad first example because I kind of just...wrote it? I had originally planned to write this book for NaNoWriMo 2019 but only got one chapter in. It flowed pretty nicely I would say. 

As far as structure goes, this chapter is written in first person present tense as Aria is leaving her father’s apartment in California to go find her mother. It is quite a short chapter, coming out at only 563 words. 

Chapter Two:

The subway was crowded, and only one seat was open. A boy sat next to it. He was maybe twenty, though it was hard to tell. He had black ripped jeans, a white tee-shirt, and a leather jacket. It was a spring of action for me to take the picture of the sign. When I did, he spoke up. “Photographer?” He asked. “Runaway,” I replied before regretting it and wishing I had kept my mouth shut. “Me too,” he said, which caused me to let out a sigh of relief. “Payton,” he introduced. He held out my hand but I didn’t take it. “Raelynn,” I said. “When did you leave?” “A few hours ago,” I took another breath in and I noticed that Payton reeked strongly of weed, which made me a little uneasy, but I ignored my thoughts.   We stayed quiet for a while, the presence of a sprouting trust enough to cure the awkwardness. The subway stopped after a few hours. “I know a few people if you want to come with me.” I considered his offer carefully, though I knew I would accept as soon as the words came out of his mouth. I was lucky to get an offer like that from someone. He was also undeniably attractive. Wait, ew, what did that have to do with my decision? I was supposed to be focusing on whether or not I thought he could kill me. I knew I shouldn’t have gone.

Chapter two took a bit longer to write. Though, it only took about three or so days when you take out all of the month-long breaks I took. This chapter is told from Raelynn’s perspective in first-person retrospective past tense. The total word count came out to be 1,314 words. 

[kingsnorthlobotomy]

i have gone and written another play. It is far from finished. But is also quite far from being just an idea. Anyway, me and these 60 pages have a date with a red pen. #penguin #play #writer #script #redpen #draftone

[rodgailesobc]

Thanks 4 AWL the Birthday wishes! "Diana" & EYE R celeb8n being ALIVE! #reversecowgirl #DraftONE #MOE2come (at The Cinema School)

[adammarino]

"🎼Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?" #artproject #nextdavidbowie #draftone @guillermo.mancillas

[sippycupvodka-blog]

Anatomy of a Nose & The Things my Mother Never Saw While Looking Down Hers

Deviate from my mother like her septum—

born in resonating chambers.

Title page of my childhood

bible: one ripped corner on the kitchen floor.

Roach reconnaissance, charred half sheet of God

under a tarp behind our shed, stuffed:

surrogate receipt filter and indica

stalks. Side-yard compost pile, garden

exoskeleton—we used to grow

potatoes and leaky sprinklers—hatches

tough skinned pumpkins and raw

egg shell Ravens. She watches them eat

albumen dripping from galvanized wire

but doesn’t see us fucking in our snowsuits—

viscous conception burrows hot

passages through accumulated lake effect.

Damp coffee grounds fertilize

next fall’s speckled green

squash and mucus slicked grandkids.

[worldof-ketchup]

Self Mods

Self moderation. What’s this world turned to? It feels like something understood and beautiful. Fake colors and pretty pictures of sunshine and rainbows blown up So something new could grow in its place.

What will be your insurance, To keep your space So when you rebuild or when you’re ready for something different You could take your claim and catch a break?

What’d you fall in love with when you were young That took you through the most up and downs you ever seen Make that x-y line not so linear when the test came up What made you forget how it was all supposed to go when this came up, That you froze. That you still freeze That you once froze That you stop yourself later from freezing again So you could have the space to blow up sunshine and rainbows So you could grow something new in its place

Most people forget where you were when you fell off, And they’re sure to remember where you’ve been When you get back on

So maybe they’ll forget That when you blew up some of the things That you once thought was sunshine and rainbows Turned sour milk and molded bread, You took a beautiful part of them that you thought was ugly in yourself.

You stopped your world, and part of somebody else stopped too,

What’s this world come to, Revenge, And tying loose ends, Evening the scores, Not picking up dignity instead maybe leaving some pride behind, Leaving fists at rest by your sides Just walking away ——————————————————-

Bitch who the hell wants to be hurt And let the perpetrator live to see happy days, Fuck coded language and beating around bushes Why should I live in fear So the next person can be saved after they took my lifeboat away

Wouldn’t you fight for your last breath? Talk shit in the dudes face Before he blows out your brains? Or you’d rather lay in your casket Saying, ” I could’ve faught some more.

But I wanted to be peaceful, A bigger man than war.”

A better man than war.. Letting some dude fuck you like you a whore, Thinking, “At some point, he’ll see me different, And some how, things are just gonna change And at some coming hour, dragged through the door on its stomach Pulled in by its swollen hands, Will come, Something different, Something so overdue, And bruised, Something so minuscule,” But that something, Will be that thing to make you smile, Walk away Like his hand never hit hard against your face, Or heat from whip never ripped into your back

[worldof-ketchup]

Tears only get you out the game, Dropped down the list, Put bitch next to your name Your pride and how far you'll go to protect it is your only redemption Young girl I know it feels like He walked all over you then hung you out to dry But you'll be disowned and discarded If you ever let them tears Find way out your eyes Us, our kind, We ne'er cry, Never let disrespect stick too long It's a one sided tape, Handle that quarrel Before you ever let your head down to sleep Or you'll find him Getting at you in the worst way In your dreams You'll climb, you'll run you'll walk real slow You'll drive you'll sit you'll wait, And when he shows face You won't hesitate to make him remember What you try so hard to forget But Momma told me You're supposed to let your pride Sit. Aside sometimes Sit in the corner of the closet While the man Basks in shine He gets from controlling you with lies And when every one forgets your name She showed me how to blend all the way in and pick a new side To show. To start over, Blow up all those old sunshines and rainbows And then finally learn to fight, In a way where you win, Carving your memory into their life Like swastika in nazi skin Of the last German soldier alive Make him remember what you will never forget How bad you wanted to cry sometimes, But you forgot instead how to let those tears run out your eyes Momma told me, you wait, You wait until he thinks that it's over, Till your name becomes so new leaving his tongue He tries to hold on for a little bit longer, And then you'll naturally be able to forget, As he sits, Rots in your hands, Like putty in your palms Use your tears to now soften out the kinks Sometimes, Once upon a time, My momma told me, Wise woman That sometimes It's perfectly okay to cry