#loves end

[phantomfemmes]

WIP Intro - Love’s End

[ID: image of pink flowers in the background with text reading “Love’s End” over it and the tumblr url “pulcherri” underneath that /end ID]

TITLE

➵ Love’s end

STATUS

➵ Ongoing since July 2020, 2.3k words

GENRE/THEMES

➵ Prose, unreliable narrator, romance, magical realism, wlwoc

SUMMARY

Ludov and Bella, Nikki and June, Renny and Kiara. Same girls, same love, different lives—-and only one of them remembers. Told from one point of view, this non-linear narrative follows two girls and the story of their love through the ages

EXCERPT

You once asked me if I’d ever been in love and when I laughed, you asked, “do you believe in it?” 

I told you I supposed I did, but then again, I had always believed in you more. You were something much more tangible, much more lucid. What I felt for you, love or an emotion just beyond our comprehension, had brought us together many lifetimes ago and it seemed we had found each other again. 

It was ironic, really—you asking if I’d been in love before when the only person I had ever loved was you. 

LINKS

wip page

[jacquelinep21]

In a large white room, a woman and a man are talking to each other. He is the one who starts the conversation. She listens, attentive, and answers him with a second monologue. They talk about their separation, talk about before and now. It is precisely in this movement of distance that the tension of relationships, the strangeness of recognition, the disturbance of discrepancy are played out. To the question: "Who do we love when we love?" Pascal Rambert does not provide a ready-made answer. It circulates in possibilities. He does not refuse the clichés used, at least once, by those who separate, who seek the reasons for falling out of love, who rewrite memories, embellish them, before destroying everything with a few murderous phrases. The uninterrupted river of words, the questions-answers that we chain, the breath blocked, in a sort of marathon between fear and liberation: it is there, in the heart of this painful moment, that Pascal Rambert installs us, not fearing to disturb, to create doubt, to toss around in the twists and turns of a story that leads inexorably to rupture and, perhaps, to the adventure of another life. In the brutality of an omnipresent verb, in the incredible rigor of cold and murderous writing, a merciless fight unfolds. Stanislas attacks and Audrey has to fight against the obliteration he wants to impose on her. They are on equal terms, but do not use them in the same way. There is the masculine and the feminine. There are two looks, two silences, two words to express the violence of a dying love.

Jean-François Perrier about the play Love’s End

[phantomfemmes]

Love’s End — Excerpt

[ID: red text on a pink background reading: “Who am I? I am no one and everything all at the same time. I am specks of the universe brought together by the forces of fate—the same forces that will ultimately destroy me. That is, unless you destroy me first.” /end ID]

Just a snippet from part 1 since I haven’t posted in a few weeks! Finishing Love’s End is one of my goals for 2021 so hopefully there will be a lot more content from it and maybe I’ll get the wip page for this up and running over the next few weeks :)

taglist below the cut (asked to be +/-)

@bookphobe​ @sjjsalamanders​ @alicewestwater​

[cosmyc-rain]

Hi, my name is Zac but I use the name direwolfe as my atlas. I'm an 19 year old artist and producer with a lot of dreams and a lot of ambitions. My overall goal in life is to entertain people, to make people happy, to put at least one smile on the face of a person during a time where nowadays depression is the new standard of living. I know you don't know me and I know you're not wanting me to bombard you with a list of social medias you won't click anyway so I'm not gonna do that. All I ask is to listen to this song and if you got a smile out of it or out of this message, repost it and maybe with your help we can spread a smile or two. Thank you for your time. You all have a wonderful day.

[back-to-neverlaaand]

Loving you was violent a war within my blood, no peace and no purpose a raging, roaring flood Here we stood a wall between you and I, a painful silence before I asked you, why? "Because we're not happy" you said in that quiet tone, I wish I'd seen it coming I really should have known

Violent Ends