#timed write

[avalonia320]

timed write accountability post

so i've been trying to write for two hours and i've just been fucking around on tumblr and ao3 instead. i'm making this post for myself so i can reblog it in 20 minutes with my word count and be shamed if it's zero. if y'all need this too feel free to jump into a timed write and reblog this with your word count when finished.

[lordy-lou]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

(It was only ever you, something in the back of her head whispers. She remembers a letter, when he’d hated himself and praised her, and then him shouting at them all, and her weird fucking magic. He has to do this, she’d thought. Like lancing a wound—let the pus and hatred pour out and clean it once it’s over.

Then an entire fucking year passed. He’d come back and damn him, he was still so charming and she didn’t have any control over any of it.)

In that moment, a strange sort of rage overtakes Pike.

[conventionalstoryteller]

Falling In and Out of Love

When I first met her, she was in the audience of my school play. I was Genie #3, and I forgot my lines and tripped over my costume. But she was smiling through the whole performance. She joined my class a week later.

When I first realized she was my best friend, we had been watching cartoons for almost three hours in her basement. She was laughing at something I said, and everything was right. We stayed up all night finishing the season, and I knew that we’d be friends forever.

When she came out as bisexual, we were at a park three blocks from our high school. She was nervous, and stuttered through her practiced speech. When she finished, I hugged her, and she was smiling for hours.  I came out to her a year later.

When I realized I was in love, I was two countries away from home. I found myself taking pictures just for her, and realized I didn’t want to live my life without her. I didn’t sleep that night.

When she introduced me to her boyfriend, we were in the same park in which she had come out to me years before, and she was smiling like the day we met. I took a deep breath, swallowed my jealousy, and smiled genuinely at her. She was happy, so I was happy. And that was more than enough for me.

It took four years to fall out of love with her, and five more for our friendship to fade to the background.. She was married to a girl from Calgary, and I was not the maid of honour at the wedding. We lived in the same city, but we didn’t see each other every day. Once a month, we’d meet at that park three blocks from our high school, and talk about life for hours. She showed me pictures of the little boy she was planning to adopt, and I knew things had worked out for the best. We were both happy, and that's how it should be.

[winterspirit-13]

Writing Prompt (2nd) - 2/16/17

The second writing prompt we did at YAC! It was a smaller group today, which was kind of nice since we got to do a lot more things! (under the read more)

Prompt: “ It was a box, or it least it looked like that from here”

Time: 10 minutes

Words: 350

It was a box, or it least it looked like that from here. It certainly had all the aspects of a box - three dimensions, square sides, and it was brown in color.

Unfortunately, there was still another possibility. Sure, it was most likely a box. He was in a box store, after all, it would make sense that it was, indeed, just what it looked like. But there was a slim chance that it was not a box as it looked like, and instead, it was a shapeshifter.

With the day that he had been having, he wouldn't exactly be too surprised. he had come to the desert to write a scientific journal about wizzers, a magical type of bee known only to the desert that made honey from bees that only bloomed on a blue moon.

Somehow he had stumbled instead on a giant flying desert boar - and they were supposed to be extinct! Sure, it was a magnificent scientific discovery for a biologist such as himself, but the bruises covering his stomach did not quite agree.

There was also all of the normal having-a-bad-day things that had happened to him: his shoe laces kept mysteriously becoming untied no matter how many knots he put them into, his car ran out of gas and then the battery died, his phone decided to die, and his favorite pen for writing in his scientific journal had run out of ink.

So yes, it did look like a box. But he did not really trust that it was indeed a box on this very day because nothing else had gone right, so why would box shopping go right either?

Nevertheless, he approached the box. It was just the right dimensions for holding his specimens, and it was sealable to keep the sand out. It was also the last one on the clearance rack!

It was just too perfect a box for the day he was having. Slowly, cautiously, he reached out his hands to touch the lid. His hands shook and he held his breath, closing his eyes and muttering a prayer.

[winterspirit-13]

Writing Prompt - 2/16/17

So I decided I would post some of my YAC writing, under the read more

Prompt: “With every tick of the second hand, the screams got louder”

Time: 10 minutes

Words: 284

With every tick of the second hand, the screams got louder. She didn’t want to hear them anymore, the walls were so thick and yet they were still so clear.

These were the people she was leaving behind, the people that she couldn’t get out in time. They were the people she grew up with, her neighbors, kids she saw playing in the park next to her house every day. There were strangers in there too – she just couldn’t save them.

There wasn’t enough time.

Part of her wanted to run, get out from this cramped crate she had hidden herself in. But they would surely catch her if she did.

“Allie?” A timid voice whispered from another crate. “Is this going to work? …are the trucks going to leave soon? I-I don’t like this…”

“Don’t worry Mia, everything will be alright…” A stab of guilt flowed through her, but it was soon replaced by anger. Mia was only six, she didn’t deserve to be in a situation like this… No one did, really.

But that didn’t matter to them. Those who would not submit to tyranny were either killed or locked up and killed slowly.

But Allie had seen a chance between watches, had been able to run with Mia. She didn’t know if there was anyone else left that wouldn’t immediately shoot her on sight.

At the very least death by a bullet would be quicker than the poisonous fumes used to kill the prisoners.

Allie peered outside of the crate, lifting its lid ever so slightly. The light was blinding at first, but before long she could make out the clock. 11:31. The truck rumbled to life.

[zoinks85]

has anyone ever considered that i don't want to and that it would make me sad

[areotorrez]

The one that got away

I hope one day you find peace

I hope you find the feeling you've been so desperately chasing

I hope you achieve everything you've every dreamed of

And 20 years from now, while you lay at home next to your sleeping wife, in your beautiful home, I hope you thing of me

I hope your heart aches with the unfulfilled promises and plans of a future that were left to rot like neglected fruit on a counter

I hope your heart aches with the realization that I will forever be the one that got away.

- lao♐︎꧂