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[clumsybutdedicated]

Ok so I’m trying to work on my WIP rn and let me tell you that is very difficult when Word sometimes doesn’t let you save your stuff like please just don’t give me a file permission error that I can’t fix let me save my WIP p l e a s e (in other news if anyone can tell me how to fix a file permission error when I save in Word 2003 I’ll give you my left kidney, 32 cents, and a half eaten pickle)

[thekittyturtle]

Started talking with my ex yesterday, hes the father of my 2 year old and he meant the absolute world to me. And he still does apparently. The ‘flame’ that was burning out when he left me for another woman, turned into a fire of rage and jealousy and I’ve held onto him over all this time we’ve been apart. As soon as I heard he was contacting people to try and get a hold of me, I won’t lie, I felt such an inner excitement but also a fear..I decided to reactivate my social media account and contact him, telling him that I forgave him, but most importantly, that he needed to be in his daughters life. She’s only 2, but she remembers him very well, his voice, his face, she missed him too..He was shocked, I was expecting him ask to sign over his rights to her, but no, he said he was happy I was willing to get back into contact with him, little did he know I wanted more than that, I wanted to give ‘us’ another chance, I missed him dearly. I told him, I told him I still loved him and that I was sorry if I hurt him or pushed him away, he said he felt terrible for what he did, and that he never thought I’d take him back. I never thought I would either, but dammit, I can’t not love him, he’s my backbone, my daughter is my world, and he helped me become the good mother I am today. He has made his mark on my life and I’ve tried turning the page and moving on, but he’s there every step of the way, in peoples faces, attitudes, I saw him everywhere, moving on was impossible.  He wants to prove himself before we rush back into things, but that he does still love me, and we’re I suppose officially working through it. He seems to have changed, he’s the man I fell in love with when we first met, not the cold, sex addicted, workaholic he used to be. I really wanted to give ‘us’ another chance even more. I hope he does too. We currently live in different provinces, but if things work out, he’d move here in the summer. Pointless fact but I cant get it out of my head, his best friend is a girl who is having relationship problems on her end too, I can’t help but feel childishly jealous when he says he stays at her house sometimes. I just..I dunno. I have to trust him though, I have to try... I’ve invited him to come out here for our daughters birthday in February. He’s supposed to book a bus ticket sometime soon, I’m hoping this brings us back together. I just want to be a family again...

[tarathehellawriter]

It’s Better Together Chapter 2

It’s Better Together Chapter 2- Ashes A long sail ended as the large pirate ship the siren entered the wide bay. The captain, a dark skinned woman of 29, looked around from her perch next to the large first mate. “No guard towers, no ships, no nothing. I don’t like it.” Redeye said, getting out her spyglass suspiciously. The first mate nodded solemnly. The quiet of the bay bothered him. Manastar was a busy place, for a small coastal kingdom. Yet they had seen no signs of life. Redeye commanded the skipper to bring the ship in closer. She looked through the spyglass, shocked by the sight. The castle, usually robust and white, was burning, an orange flame dominating it. The city itself was mostly ash and piles of stone and corpses and as the ship drew closer, the air grew heavy with smoke and soot. “Ho-ly shit” First mate Simms whistled, wiping sweat off his face. Redeye blinked, not sure what to do. “Orders?” asked skipper Reynolds. “Bring us to an intact dock. We’ll search for survivors. Get Amy to prepare medical for more patients. I want to know who did this, as well. So any documentation you find, bring it to me,” redeye said, “Hop to it!” “You heard her! Get to work!” Shouted Charles, and the ship became truly alive with movement. The city was a depressing site. The lone intact dock was burned and covered in ashes. Stone towers that once stood proud lay in ruin. Dead bodies, some burned, some stabbed or shot, littered the silent streets. “Captain, I doubt there are any survivors.” “What makes you say that, Charles?” asked Redeye, frowning at the ruins. “Well… look around, look at this. Nothing Human could have done this. Not even the worst pirates could so thoroughly destroy this place.” He replied uneasily. “Perhaps.  But there’s more to this story then we’re seeing. I think if there are any survivors, they’ll give us an idea of where to begin.” Redeye said, rubbing her hands together, “looks like the boys found something” The commotion of pirates boarded the Siren, Loudly bringing an unconscious body before Redeye. “Well, who is he?” Redeye asked, eyeing the dented plate mail. Roberts handed her a sword engraved with the words Captain Gerold Breen “A guardsman, captain. We took his pulse, and he’s alive. Mostly.” He added. The guardsman’s eyes fluttered open weakly. His voice was a high croak, his body unhealthily thin. “…Turn…Back…” Redeye frowned, “what’s that supposed to mean?” “Black…Fleet…” “Can you give me a straight answer and stop being so cryptic?” She asked. “Killed us…all of us…the princess escaped… they’ll…be…back” His eyes shut, his body going limp. Redeye sighed, “Take the poor bastard to Amy. Keep a lookout. This ‘Black Fleet’ sounds like bad news.” Redeye squinted as the sun set on the burning remains of the formerly pristine kingdom. She felt as if impending doom were approaching, and fast. She wished it would come already, as the dread killed her inside.  She entered her cabin, undressed uneasily, and fell into troubled dreams. She woke in cold sweat, at an unknown time. She rubbed off the perspiration, looking in a large mirror. She felt as if she was receiving a mental cry for help, but she was a skeptical woman; so she sat on her drenched bed, waiting for the flashes of…something that flooded her thoughts to pass. 

[thewritingrealm]

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[catboymuqing-moving]

the way my brain works when im being creative is basically a whole bunch of movie clips of scenes i want to write playing in my head and its so frustrating because i dont want to write it on paper with words i want to take that little movie clip out of my head and put it on a screen but i cant do that

[pinkpaperback]

The Phantom

She wasn’t like her sisters. She never announces herself. She is quiet, solemn, invisible; she sneaks into your life the way a memory gently seeps itself into you when your favourite song starts playing. You struggle to put it into words, but you feel her in your bones, as you do with all the best and intangible things in life. The sky’s gloomier, the tone one octave darker, and yet when she grazes your skin you feel as though your heart would burst with joy. You almost hesitate to tell others about her – would they believe you? What proof do you have that she exists? But when you look around, and you see them smile back at you, you feel your hearts nod at each other, you realize you know their secret – they sense her presence too.

And that day when you awake, with an odd sense of inexplicable and unexplainable sadness, you know she’s left you again.

And Winter’s here.

[eyesofafox-blog-blog]