#writewithme

[wildxwitchy]

Write with meeeee

I know this is a little unorthodox but I think this might be a good ice breaker for storylines. I am willing to send the starter, I just need four things from you

⒈ Pick a sentence starter you like. [ If you don’t see one here check out more here ↬ ✘ ] ⒉ Pick a location your character would go/frequent. [ Or just one you think would be fun ] ⒊ Let me know about any trigger warnings you have so we can keep this awesome for us both. ⒋ Let me know if you’re looking for dark or fluff [ I tend to prefer darker storylines myself but can and will write fluff stuff ]

☽  'Didn’t you say you were going to bed three hours ago?’

☽ ’Whoa, don’t pass out on me, okay?’

☽  'Can you walk?’

☽ 'Go! I’ll catch up with you and the others!’

☽  'You were stabbed?!’ ’Lightly stabbed!’

☽  'Looks like you popped a stitch,’

☽ 'Do I look like a scoundrel to you?’

☽ 'Why are you making cupcakes at 3am?’ 'Why aren’t you making cupcakes at 3am?’

☽ 'I had a dream about you last night…’

☽ ‘look, you’re smiling! smiling! that’s clearly a smile!’

☽ ‘sometimes all we have are bad choices, but you still have to choose.’

☽ ‘yes, you have the freedom to choose, but you still have to deal with the consequences of those choices.’

☽ “ hey, don’t mess around. what is this place? “

☽ “ life is a game. so fight for survival… and find out if you’re worth it. “

☽ “ is your arm ok? show it to me. “

☽ “ i know one thing. i’ll never play this game. “

☽ “ this is my weapon. i thought it was so-so, but actually it’s not so bad. “

☽ “ you don’t even have a weapon! not everyone wants to play nice out there. “

☽ “ did i kill them? tell me the truth. you were watching. “

☽ “ i’m taking this game very seriously. i’m playing it for real. “

☽ “ let me go. or i’ll assume you want to kill me and i’ll fight back with all i’ve got. you’ve been warned. “

☽ “ really trusting someone… it’s a hard thing to do. “

☽ “ you’re a fucking psychopath. “

☽ “ you really can’t stop being evil for one second, huh ? “

☽ “ if you touch her/him/them again, I’ll kill you. “

☽ “ you are a thief of joy. “

☽ “ oh, my god ! you stabbed me ! “

☽ “ what’s your problem, huh ?! nobody loved you as a child ? “

☽ “ I’m sorry that you turned out this way. “

[baywrites]

Bonfire (old friends)

I miss fresh cut wood inside a fire pit.

I miss high school friends always getting into shit.

I miss gasoline taking off to a butane lighter.

I miss pasture parties standing by the fire.

Bring who you can find

We’re digging back up

Good times left behind

To party out in the pines.

Call the pretty girls who were up to no good.

No need for Mister, Mister my ID is good.

Just back up the Chevy and put ice in the yeti.

So when the sun goes down we’re more than ready.

To let ourselves go

Make memories we can tell

When we grow old

Because this fire

Won’t Last forever.

How much wood could

Her woodchuck chuck?

I don’t know man

It’s been forever.

If Ive done it before I can do it again.

Tomorrow might be hell but lately that’s a trend.

I just want to ride out to where the pine trees end

And light a fire that will last the weekend.

Just like we did those days

We spent swimming in the deep end.

[i-amm-writing]

For the ask game: /12. Setting, Characters, Plot/. Your character is Samantha Adams, homemaker with a secret. Now you provide the missing details!

Samantha Adams is just like many of you. She works hard. She lives a crazy, messy life. She has a family she cares for. But, lying beneath the thick layer of optimism, there is a brooding secret, ready to take flight.

I've often wondered what it is, but after digging through the attic in hopes of finding clues, I found the truth. A kind brown box lay hidden in an ancient keepsake chest. I opened it, and inside was the smallest pair of baby shoes I'd ever seen. They were blue, and a white, gentle lace decorated the top. The sad part was, they were still adorned with the tag. They had never been used.

A tear still slides down my cheek when I think about it. I never told her I knew. I don't think I ever will. I guess now it's also my deep secret.

[stephynow]

it’s not a burnout it’s burning within kept by muzzling sizzling and seething holding tight and in the actions, or lack thereof, others void of truth hushed by payout, viewership and use she’s been quiet long enough her words clear with reveal they shake like quake, awakening integrity intact for it’s the only currency she holds what she thought burnout was instead a wild, fiery burning within for truth to be unmasked she waits in patience settling for nothing less #writewithme #writewhatsreal #writeclubnow #saywhatsreal #writingonthewall #holywomanhood #writeyourheartout #womenrising #holyandwholly https://www.instagram.com/p/CAJS4Y9BHWo/?igshid=1dsajxohqqqx8

[tayandhai]

I wanna write a song with @taylorswift. It’s always been a dream of mine to do this. I have so many lyrics and poems and I want her expertise, guidance, support, love, help, reassurance, just everything!! If this can happen my dreams would come true of working with her and being in her magical presence. Please be gems and help me reach her ❤️ I’d be forever grateful! I want to be a writer and a storyteller. What better way than starting off with a true queen of that.

[just-a-clever-cookie]

Hey, You! Help, Pleaseee

If any of you could comment some of your favorite things, pretty things, things you find aesthetic, words you like, or anything that could be put to poetry. It can be sad, happy, whatever I really just want to write and I need something anything to spark an idea and I would love if you all could help, I’ll give you credit for any idea of yours that I use

[steel-winter-rose]

I need more threads, my muse is on fire lately. So, let’s write I will literally tag whoever in a random meme or sentence starter/prompt and we can take off from there. I will give you feels and angst, just hit the heart if you are down or send me a message if you’d rather plot something out.

[champa-kali-blog]

Last night I awoke with a start. It was a dream, in which you had decided to come back. I lay awake; still and quiet. Wondering where you are. An epiphany. You were right here, With me in my dream; And I was in yours. Since we can't clasp our fingers together And sit by the ocean anymore. Dreams are where I can smell your perfume. Without holding back; without the fear that my love can drive you away. It is where I spend a bountiful Of love. Where I Merrily dance round and round And throw petals all around. There are no flowers, No thorns. There's no fear of getting hurt, while I lose myself spending love. #write #writer #writersofinstagram #instawriter #writersofinstagram #instasmile #instagramers #instasmile #poet #poetry #poemsofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #poem #poemporn #wordporn #spilledink #brokenverses #writewithme #writing #instawriter #indianwriter #writersofindia #indians #indianwriter #writerscommunity