Mar 18, 2025
In the broad, deep silence there's a flickering flame reminding that mankind still isn't lost.
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In the broad, deep silence there's a flickering flame reminding that mankind still isn't lost.
"You're a monster."
Her lips part into a bright grin as she pulls her battered form into an unsteady stance, leaning on her katana to support her weight. Blood spilling down her chin, she tosses her messy curls over her shoulder and tilts her chin in defiance.
"I know."
His eyes narrow as he readies his own blade. "You'll die."
In response, she gives him a gentle smile, full of affection and love, her dimple hollowing even as tears begin flowing down and a sob rips out of her throat. Her hands shake as she pulls her katana from the ground and holds it in front of her, her vision blurring.
"If it means saving you, I don't mind."
-ahopelessromantika-
where love shouldn't be . C1
My friend arden and I thought of this plot yesterday and lowkey It could be funny, but I never write nor read romance, so this is a first to me, but it could help me make progress, an dby that i mean a lot. Writing might be a bit funky so sorry in advance, and I just wanna know if it has potential or if I should just forget about it-
With that being said, enjoy, and, pls pls I am begging you, pls leave me a comment about your opinion on it, and if I continue or not.
Chapter 1
It all started on a Thursday morning, the day had started like every other, Eleanor woke up as the sun rose, knowing fully well she would only get to rest once, in the evening. She made her way to her father’s bakery, ready to help him out as best as she could.
Eleanor wasn’t the most suited for this life, it wasn’t what she wished to do, but her family needed her : the taxes had gone up once again, and this was the only way to make money ; so there she was, kneading the dough with all the strength in her arms, not caring about the pain burning her joints. She worked hard for a couple hours in the back, waiting to open the store at 8 am, and when said time arrived, she filled the stands with warm pastries and breads, right out of the oven.
She closed her eyes as she breathed in the sweet scent that was now filling the entire bakery. Customers will soon walk in, and her day will officially begin, but until then, she needed to prepare another batch of sourdough.
As she carried a bag of flour to her kitchen, she heard the tingle of the front door’s bell, signalling the entry of the first customer of the day. She gathered herself, and soon she was behind the counter, greeting him.
« Hello sir, how are you today? »
« A loaf of bread, quick. »
« Oh…you seem to be in a rush, do you have somewhere to be? » She said as she served him
« Did I ask you to talk woman? Do your job and give me what I asked. Lord has mercy on the man you'll marry. »
His harsh words cut deep into her, but not dropping her smile, she kindly kindly asked:
«A pound and a half please»
The man put the money on the counter, grabbed his bread, and left as fast as he entered. The exchange finished; she took a break in the bathroom.
In front of a mirror, Eleanor stared at her reflection: her curly brown hair was tied in a messy bun behind her head, her skin was dull and tired, the bags under her eyes opposing the white of her skin, her dress had white spots because of the flour she dropped earlier, her apron making her appear shorter than what she actually was.
She wasn't the most beautiful woman, that was for sure, but she still didn't enjoy the way that man talked to her earlier. She might not be rich, but she wasn’t worthless either. So, giving her reflection a reassuring smile, she wiped a stray tear away from her face and went back to the front.
The rest of the day was calm, the regulars picking up their order, the sweet lady from the neighbouring shop bringing her a basket of plums in exchange of a few pastries, and before she even knew it, night was around the corner.
As she was closing up the store, a man, about her age dressed in a long trench coat approached, holding the door
“Is there anyways a pretty lady would agree on serving one last customer today?”
Would it be terrible to name a character Benji when you have one? 😭
Not at all!! Absolutely name your characters whatever you would like! 💛✨
I get very flattered when people DM me or comment on my stories on how my characters, stories, and writing have inspired them. If I could inspire just one person to write their own story, then I will have achieved my goal! ✨
Benji is a wonderful name and nickname. I actually got the idea from someone who is named Benjamin and goes by Benji. It is a common shortening of a name, and I will take zero offense if anyone names their character Benji. I don’t own the name “Benji” or “Benjamin,” I just own the character IP. Names can be used and repurposed in other stories for sure (I know like three different characters named Cole and they all rock….you know who you are 💖✨)
Thank you for the ask! 💫✨
Day 6 of posting dialogue from projects I've worked on but there's no context:
"The gods are selfish with who they grant divinity! They decide them gods because they brought life into the world, but my mother brought life into mine, does that not make her a god? Does she not deserve divinity for all she gave? Why was she not spared, not cherished in the eyes of the gods like they cherished so many before her?!"
One I read? Um... Queen of Winter, "daughter" of Mab of the Unseelie, in the Dresden Files universe.
One I wrote? Cop! Ohhh.... fanfictions are so much fun.
how are you supposed to feel worthy of something when you have gone your entire life only experiencing the opposite of what you want? i despise and feel enraged when people tell me that i must believe in myself, that this is the key that will open opportunies. maybe i do not think i am unlovable because i have a low self esteem. maybe i really think i'm smart and funny and interesting but when you are unnoticed and your presence seems to not make impact on a single person, you start to wonder. maybe some of us like themselves a whole lot but we feel like we should not do that. a fact is different from an opinion because the former expresses a reality and not a taste, so how can i know for a fact that all the good things within me are real and not a result of pure delusion - pushed by the instinctual human nature to think we are better than what we really are - if no one notices? we can love ourselves all we want but if we are doomed to be these ghosts who are present but not really, it is never going to be enough. at the end of all things, life is an act of showing off. we only exist if someone else looks our way; if they don't we are pure nothingness. and some of us have gone an entire life without that privilege.