You would have thought that I would have this story down packed by now, but truth is it’s still growing... #starfall #sketch #sketchbook #characterdesigns #oc #originalcharacter #novelinthemaking #comicinthemaking




#ao3#writeblr#ao3 fanfic#writing community#archive of our own

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia

seen from T1
seen from T1

seen from United States

seen from T1
seen from T1
seen from T1
seen from Netherlands

seen from T1

seen from Italy
seen from United States

seen from T1
seen from T1
seen from United States

seen from T1

seen from T1
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
You would have thought that I would have this story down packed by now, but truth is it’s still growing... #starfall #sketch #sketchbook #characterdesigns #oc #originalcharacter #novelinthemaking #comicinthemaking
https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2018/02/24/fordelen-ved-fiktiv-symbiose/ Danish prose. Short summary / english version: I'm walking along this road, not quite sure if I'm awake or asleep. Anyway, an american native is entering the picture, also maybe a dog, or is it a bicycle? I'm trying hard to focus on reality, but can't tell what is real and what is my imagination of reality. Or if there's any difference. Not sure if it matters at all. Not sure if I matter. THEN my saviour happens to wrinkle his way out of my fictive world. Putting things straight, even though he himself is an unfinished story. Me telling him is still in progress. Despite that, he guides me through the mess of mixed reality and fiction. And I happily accept, that my real worlds are nothing but that. Fictive. So the symbiosis of my fictive figure and me works perfect. No more stray indians or wobbling bicycles or maybe-dogs. Just me walking on a road. Or rather, me telling the story of me walking on a road. Am I being told. The indian drops down behind the horizon. Ahead of me, and then something with mirrors. But that might just be fiction. #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2018/02/24/fordelen-ved-fiktiv-symbiose/ #mantelmomento #danielmantel #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso (Yes, right: The person that helps me on my way...) #filtered #prose #danish #novelinthemaking #reality #fiction #mix (On quite some levels) #road #night #streetlight #justanotherspinofffromtherealstoryaboutsenhorpassoandlaurieandmeandalotofotherpeoplethroughmanyyearsturningintoanovelthatmightnotbefinisheduntill2020or21idontknow (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: On My Way)
#postdariinstagramannaleejue Cosy termenung mengenangkan puanku yang terbatas deadline. 5hb Dec baru 4 bab?? Entah dapat korang baca atau tidak tahun depan ni. Bos kata kalau end Dec tak siap, jangan berangan join PBAKL2018.😪 Kali ni kisah apa? Kisah biasa je. Tentang Kura-kura yang berangan-angan ada kaki seperti arnab. Supaya dia dapat memenangi pertandingan larian 20km sekaligus membolot hadiah RM1 juta. Harap2 korang sukalah. #writingtime #nextbookmaybe #workingtitle #novelinthemaking
I've been working on this story off and on since before 2011. Finally really feeling inspired AND I'm not in school... ♥️ #novelinthemaking (at San Diego, California)
It only took three months to get to it. #thebeanproject #writing #novelinthemaking #writersofinstagram
okay so how often have you been getting high alone said hardv. oh not very long said his apprentice johevahn. who in a modd of solidarity had just finished what was left of a roach. Hardv: oh good. Now lets get on with this bullshit. Said harv, And what so do you expect you to come from this madness said Johevah, Not much. Said Hardv. Onlyy a matter of self disclosure and serenity. But what more do you expect from me, said Johevahn. I only expect the best said Hardv, as we casually deonated a dimes of of money to the waiter. You tip a poor mans salary" said johevahn, as we slowly read his non existant hardware store money via phone. Ill tell you dam right straight that i grow up with this salary as a fucking buisinessman you son of a bitch" i dont have time for your bullshit so tell\
____
fucking dumbass youre alseep. couldnt you tell its a god dam dream. Said mark as he woke up from his darkness that was a dream. Jessica says: What the fuck mark. Do you even know what time it is!?! Mark: But fuck ya i know what time it is. 2:51 in the fucking morning. GIve me the heater, youre not even using it in the morning, ill give it to you in the morning. J: yaya okay. i get it just close off the fucking light mark : "Mark turns the switch the turn off the lights" Ya, okay sis, good night. Ivy turned to the bastard. "mark what the fcuk is wrong with you...I told you. dont touch me while in the fucking car. you son of a bitch. Mark just look clustered, with his mouth still in her pussy. "well fuck ivy, cant you just take a little infidelity, just once in your life.? Ivy looked at mark as if he was crazy. " what the fuck mark, just to expect you dont have any STD's and to think you are a heavenly being?! M: ya, well i fucking am!