#writingpractice

[brainstreams]

READ YOUR STORIES OUT LOUD!!!!

ahem

it's one of the best ways to find sentence errors.

[bitfreak]

Roadmap to Learn Full Verbal: Your Guide to Mastering the Art of Words (Without Losing Your Mind)

Let’s be honest — tackling verbal skills can feel like trying to tame a wild beast. Grammar rules popping up like surprise quizzes, vocabulary that sounds like it’s from another planet, and reading comprehension passages longer than your last Netflix binge. But don’t worry, I’m here to guide you through this jungle with a roadmap that’s almost as fun as a Sunday brunch.

Step 1: Build Your Vocabulary — One Word at a Time

No, you don’t need to memorize the entire dictionary overnight (unless you’re a superhero). Start with high-frequency words and use flashcards, apps, or heck, even sticky notes on your fridge. Make it a game — challenge yourself to use a new word every day. “Obfuscate”? Perfect. Try it in a sentence before your morning coffee!

Step 2: Master Grammar Like a Pro (or at Least Like You Know What You’re Doing)

Think of grammar as the rules of a board game. You don’t want to flip the table midway through. Focus on the basics — subject-verb agreement, tenses, and common pitfalls like “their,” “there,” and “they’re.” And remember: commas are tiny ninjas that can change the whole meaning of a sentence.

Step 3: Practice Reading with Purpose

Don’t just read for the sake of reading. Pick articles, essays, or books that challenge you but don’t make you want to scream. Take notes, underline key points, and ask yourself: “What’s the author really saying?” This will sharpen your comprehension and critical thinking — skills that are gold in any verbal test.

Step 4: Write, Rewrite, Repeat

You learn language by using it. Write essays, summaries, or even tweets (because brevity is its own art). Get feedback, edit ruthlessly, and watch your skills bloom.

Bonus Tip: Don’t Fear Mistakes — They’re Your Best Teachers Every slip-up is a step closer to mastery. So, embrace the oops moments. They make for great stories later.

Ready to start your verbal journey? Grab your coffee, your notebook, and let’s make words your new best friends. Trust me — future you will thank you (and maybe even buy you a celebratory donut).

[orchidcharm]

okie florist x tattoo artist jakemuel then 📝

🌼

"just do whatever," jake scoffs at samuel's hesitation. "'s not my first time."

"not your first time?" he responds teasingly, but without looking his latest customer. samuel's too busy going through pages of different tattoo designs, wondering which of them are pretty enough to mar jake's skin. "that sucks, i really hoped i was your first."

he wished jake didn't hear it. after all, pretty boy's fixated on his phone and taking orders for flower arrangements. jake's too rough to be a florist, samuel thought at first. but up close, he's able to see how dainty jake's hands are – soft, smooth, veiny, just the right amount of nimble to handle flowers. god, he's thankful to be tattooing him now.

"artist's block?"

"what?"

"you've been staring too long at my hand. no good designs come to mind?" samuel thinks he's getting dizzy. jake's turned his full attention on him, and the tattoo studio's never been brighter. samuel's unable to respond.

"honestly i thought you were gonna go for something childish, or something like this," jake takes samuel's wrist and traces the cowboy emoji tattoo samuel had when he lost a bet. "it's actually good you're tryna think this through, yeah?"

it's funny, because samuel wasn't thinking it through. there's just no way he's able to function when jake's in his presence, even more touching him. he's forgot to put his guards up.

sure, he could flirt his way out of this like he always does. but why would he? with the way the sunlight passes through the studio's window and touches jake's features the right way — there's no way he's gonna trade anything for this view. pride comes later.

he spends few more minutes browsing as jake takes a client call.

"found it," samuel says right when jake comes back, "the thing i wanna tattoo on you."

🌼

"you didn't lie about it," samuel takes a water break. the design he chose wasn't complicated, at all. t'was just hard when he gotta tatt while keeping himself in check.

"lie 'bout what?"

"this not being your first time. you barely moaned." samuel teases.

but jake's an immovable force. instead of feeling embarrassed, he tilts his head to the side and stares at samuel. "should i moan for you? you'd like that?"

samuel thinks this shit's unfair. he can pass it off as some silly joke and pay no heed to the man in front of him. he's just tryna do his job, so why, why, why, does he feel the need to stare back at jake? this was coercion.

they lock eyes. no one dares say a word.

meow. thankfully ryuhei's stupid cat was there to break the silence, the unwanted tension. he'll beat himself up for being so whipped later.

work first.

🌼

"ain't no way," jake holds in a chuckle. he stares at his wrist, checking what kind of art samuel's immortalizing on his skin. "flowers, because i'm a florist?"

"flowers because you're a florist," samuel says it back.

he's clearly not in the mood to bicker, eyes focused on the work he's doing. his lips already swollen from being bitten again and again, and he hopes nobody thinks of it as anything. save for the boner he's been trying to hide, he's just an artist tryna concentrate. yup.

🌼

they're finally at that stage – finishing touches.

it means samuel's concentration has worn off already. now he's hyperaware that their skin are touching, and if this were any other man he'd be fine. but it's jake kim. his high school wet dreams personified. fuck this, he just wants to finish. finish work, that is.

"i don't hate it," jake lets out a comment. he really didn't talk much throughout the entire thing, and samuel felt him stare at him a few times as he was inking jake's wrist, but he was resolved to pay no heed to it. boners come later, remember?

"you shouldn't," he's now cleaning up the tatt, full attention to wiping it down. this would've been a normal tattoo session if only jake's winces didn't echo on his brain. "like, why would you hate it? i didn't do badly at all. looks good to me."

"no, no, tatt is good..."

"yep, tatt is good. i did that."

"i don't hate it, you being corny like this," jake points at the tattoo. "i admire you being romantic and all, but you should've known you were talking to a florist."

and samuel's sitting there in his full tattoo artist aesthetic glory — leather vest, ripped jeans, black boots — flustered. it was at this moment he knew he was dumb.

he didn't think it through. fuck.

"gardenias, secret love." jake really just called him out like that. samuel didn't even have the wits to feign ignorance. time just stopped.

but in that moment, something bloomed. just like a fated scene in any disney movie, wind blows at the right time in the tattoo studio.

it smelled of flowers. such a strong floral scent lingered the air. jake, the florist that he is, looks in the direction of where the flowers are.

"oh."

samuel stares at the flowers. he didn't even notice jake brought anything when he entered the studio. but he knows it's from jake, all too familiar with the flower shop's branding and style.

"gardenias too."

i got tired to finish properly

ty 4 prompt i love u @nivotron

[1dfanfictionbookcovers]

The fic where Harry calls Louis an idiot for ten days straight because he is one. by writing_practice ( @mercurial-madhouse )

They’ve found the perfect get away from their busy lives as nationally-famous footie player and well-respected restaurant critic, escaping to the isolation of a cabin in the woods where they can simply be Louis and Harry. If only both were actually here. A gift forgotten in London, the untameable force of the weather, and the scent of burnt snickerdoodle biscuits find Harry and Clifford pitifully alone and Louis... Where is Louis?

[toddyyo]

Hindi Alphabet Writing | Hindi Swar Varnmala Writing | YouTube Shorts | Toddy Yo

[raving-raven-writing]

Swedetober: Day 15: Pumpkin Carving

Hey, so I finally did something for Swedetober! It’s not my best and this is my first time writing with a reader/self insert, but I hope it is okay. Now, I shall be going back to finishing my WIP because I have too many of those. I’m not adding in the English translations for the Swedish in this because I am lazy, so yeah, sorry. Anyways, enjoy! (Oh, and from my own judgement, there are no trigger warnings)

Day 15: Pumpkin Carving Halloween festivities were a go as soon as it became October. It had to be your favorite holiday, even though Christmas was a pretty good one too. Although, on Christmas you never got to dress up in costumes and eat and give out tons of candy by the handful. And the weather was so much nicer in October compared to December; just looking at the snow froze your blood. At least with all the colors associated with Halloween, the baking of pumpkin bread and the candle from Jack o’lanterns could keep you warm. That, and staying indoors of course.  The brothers didn’t really celebrate Halloween, although Oscar was all gung ho about joining in on your holiday fun. He and Otto helped you decorate the house, both inside and out, to give it a spooky look for the ghouls and goblins that came around Halloween night and a cozy feel on the inside. Axel was more into the baking aspect and Y/N wasn’t complaining about the abundance of pumpkin flavored treats that he kept making. But if he kept it up, Y/N and his brothers might be all several pounds heavier by the time snow hit the ground. “What is that even suppose to be, Oscar?” Y/N asked, chuckling as they watched him carve the pumpkin from over his shoulder. Oscar paused and held the pumpkin at arms length to examine his work. “Vad?” he asked, glancing at you from over his shoulder. “It’s a scary face. Vad är fel med det?” “Nothing.” Oscar frowned and turned to show the pumpkin to Otto, who is busy carving his own pumpkin across the table. “Otto, hur ser det ut?” Otto shrugged. “Jag gillar det.” “Axel,” Y/N asked, “Are you going to pull yourself away from the oven long enough to carve a pumpkin with us? Or are you going to continue to bake like Julia Child?” “Vem är Julia Child?” he asked. “She’s a really famous cook. Oh, how about Betty Crocker? She’s more of a baker in my eyes.” Axel shook his head in confusion. A look at his brothers showed that they too didn’t know who you were talking about either. You waved your hand in annoyance and waved Axel over with your carving knife “Forget it. You don’t get the reference. Come and join us.” Axel did as requested and switched off the oven as he took to placing the used dishes in the sink. He took the fourth pumpkin that sat unscathed on the kitchen table and spun it for a moment, eyeing it before he sat down at the table. The four of you sat in comfortable silence as some Halloween music played quietly in the background. Otto was the first to finish  turned his pumpkin to show the others.  “Too happy,” Oscar commented, “It’s supposed to be scary.” Otto frowned and turned the pumpkin back around to face him. “I like it like this.” It was a friendly looking face, perhaps something you’d see on a kids cartoon.  “I like it, Otto. It looks like a very friendly pumpkin.” “Färdiga!” Oscar exclaimed, placing his carving tool on the table loudly. He spun it around to show everyone. YN glanced at it, confused. “What is it?” you asked. Oscar frowned in your direction. Axel tilted his head as he stared at his brother’s pumpkin.  “Is it a scary cat?” he asked. Y/N tilted their head in the same manner, still not seeing it. “I still don’t see it. Sorry.” “Good attempt, brother,” Axel said, patting Oscar’s shoulder reassuringly. The frown on Oscar’s face lessened slightly at his brother’s praise. If Y/N had to rank all their pumpkins, although they wouldn’t aloud, they would like to put their own as dead last. Although they always tried their best, they just could never get any good at the task of ramming the gourd with a big knife and carving it up for it to look something like a scary face. Otto’s had to be the best in terms of the how it was carved, although Axel’s had a cool scary smile that looked like it would be hard to replicate. And Y/N still couldn’t see the scary cat face on Oscar’s pumpkin, but they could see the effort that went into making it, so that counted for something. After All Hallow’s Eve came and went and the pumpkins started to spoil and collapse, that was when you showed them another fun holiday tradition in which you took your pumpkin and a baseball bat and smashed it into smithereens. Initially, it had been something you’d seen your neighbors do, and it looked like fun, but after trying it out one year, you decided to add it to your list of Halloween traditions. Oscar decided to add this to his list as well as he thought it was great fun. His brothers on the other hand seemed rather indifferent to it, although neither of them enjoyed having pumpkin guts splattered all over them. But overall, it was a good Halloween, peaceful and cozy and spent in good company. Just how you liked it. ___________________________________________________________ Oh, and I want to tag whoever started this fun little challenge. I hope I’m tagging the correct person and not just getting everything jumbled up in my head. Correct me though if I’m wrong. @royalydamned​ 

[ashoeboxacoffeepotandalaptop]

New things!

Hi!

I’m Kai, and I’m a writer. I’m starting this blog because I want to practice writing new and different things, and to get better at something I love to do!

I’m open for requests, and my schedule right now will be one fic a day.

If you want me to write something for you, send me an ask and I’ll do my best!

[heart-awake]

Out Here In Space

A little flying saucer

Going to come and pick me up

Far from here

Far I'll fly

I'll go

And I'll be gone

You won't miss me

That I know

You won't even see me go

I don't talk

I don't try

I don't even

Get in a saucer and fly

I'm right here

But you can't see I'm gone