#writermoments

[sxyce]

Once plucked can't be replanted, such as the bloom of heartbreak.

- to the lovers with bruised chests.

[gatzengedanken]

What a beauty .

[lalialarose]

Writer Moment

That moment when you realize the character you killed isn't the actual character you needed to kill. Now the actual character you need to kill is making you sad. I don't want to kill you :(

[lalialarose]

Writer Moment

When you were really excited to write during cool down period, but then freeze at the laptop. You've become out of practice and you feel like all your writing juices have dried up. When your fingers don't instinctively move on their own and your mind is struggling with forming words.

[lalialarose]

Writer Moment

When the end of the 'cool down' period is almost over and your itching to dive into revisions, yet you're also a bit intimidated by the task.

[lalialarose]

Writer Moments

That moment when you realize you need to kill a character you like.

[sylvesterbarzey]

(This is the first page and a half of my book, let me know what you think) Chapter 1: Ladies Night “Mommy” The word sounded so faint that she almost ignored it, but then that faint sound became a roar breaking through the wind. “Mommy!” Her head shot up above the tall green grass surrounding her, she looked from side to side till her eyes finally found him. He was standing on the hilltop, his little hands cupping his mouth as he fought to scream against the wind. “Mommy!” The screams were pulling her to her feet, her eyes took the sight of him in. She could see the sweat running down his neck, she could see the dirt that covered his jeans, and the blood that stained his face. “Jordan?” She said softly as she finally got to her feet "Jordan!” She screamed out and every muscle in her body tightened as she got ready to race towards her son, but before she could take her first step, she felt a cool hand run along her bare shoulder. “He’s alright Cat, just playing games” She stood there in the soft summer breeze still staring at her son, screaming as if he were sending every bit of breath out to deliver his message, but as the cool hand slowly made it’s way from her sun-kissed shoulders to the spot where her neck and her jaw line meet, the cries of the little boy started to fade back into the wind. “Boys will be boy, his fine.” His voice was so relaxing, it caused the waves of emotions running through her to be still. She felt him lean into her and her eyes closed as he softly whispered into her ear “Catherine.” Catherine’s eyes opened with a smile but it quickly dropped as she saw the tears in her son’s eyes. The little boy’s mouth was open wide as he screamed out a word that was far clearer than any word she had heard in years. She felt it leave the depths of his belly, watched as it pushed passed his lips and attacked her ears. “Run!” Before her mind could react, she felt that once sweet hand pull her down into the tall grass. Catherine watched as a monster she once called her husband, hovered over her. His chocolate brown skin was now a dark grayish black. His white eyes scanned over her and for a moment she swore he was smiling, then she felt hands shooting up from the ground below her, grabbing hold of her body. She felt them on her arms, her legs, her neck. Nails and bones just tearing into her skin, tearing through the dark brown layers and exposing blood and fresh meat, she wanted to scream but no words came out. Catherine felt herself being pulled into the darkness of the earth, her husband, or better yet, the zombie with her husband’s face leaned down and opened his mouth wide exposing his jagged blood stained teeth as he screamed. “Run Catherine!” Catherine shot up screaming, she was kicking and punching, it took a moment but her eyes took in the rundown bedroom and the sheets that had been kicked to the floor, and she finally knew it was all a dream. She sat there for a moment as she let her racing heart calm itself, her eyes just slowly moving about the room till they landed on the curtains dancing along in the cool night’s breeze. “Fuck” The word softly slipped from her lips, she pulled the window down quickly, yet, carefully enough to avoid slamming it closed. She avoided loud sounds these days; loud sounds brought attention, and attention was sure to get you killed.

[sylvesterbarzey]

My Writers Meeting Fail!

So I had to bail on my writer's meeting, due to the fact that all my free time went to school and is still going to school, so I didn't have the time to work on my chapter, nor did I put it up here. So today is one big bag of fail, but the beauty about life is.....it goes on and there is always tomorrow.....but then again people say you should live like there is no tomorrow but if I did that I'de be out of a job and most likely arrested for a failed world take over. What was I talking about? Oh right! yeah, I didn't go. Maybe next time. I think it will help a lot. I just want to make sure everything is good before I go. Till next time friends!