In the middle of the night, I awoke to a strange sight. I thought it was morning, or that nature was calling at some odd hour, but I recall hearing a zipping noise and rustling. I cracked open an eye, to see if the sun had risen, but it was pitch dark. Though, even in this pitch blackness, I could make out some shadowy figures. The longer I was awake, the more I could see and hear. There were at least four of these beings, each with a job to do. Two were huddled over a washbasin, dragging fleshy looking cloth across ribbed boards, making an awful sloshing noise with each dip into the water. Another looked focused, with a pair of spectacles and a carving tool, finely scraping away at some piece in its lap. The final one was wringing out and hanging the pieces that had already been scrubbed in the washbasin. I noted their unusual shape, but thought nothing of it. A draft came through and I shivered, which I thought unlikely since I made a point to sleep with a heavy blanket and nightshirt. I looked down at myself. The thick wool blanket I had taken refuge under had been thrown off. My nightshirt, too. On my bare chest, was a chasm, as if I were a purse of some sort. Where my organs should have been, there was a gaping hole. I looked over at the washbasin, and I could feel my pulse rhythmically thudding in tandem with a heart-shaped piece floating in the water. I thought I might faint, and so I closed my eyes, hoping it was simply a nightmare. I didn’t dream for the rest of the night. I woke with a start to the sound of birdsong outside. I threw off my blanket and rucked up my nightshirt to see—nothing. Not even a scar. I breathed a sigh of relief, which felt easier than it had in years.
Other Words for "Look" + With meanings | List for writers
Many people create lists of synonyms for the word 'said,' but what about the word 'look'? Here are some synonyms that I enjoy using in my writing, along with their meanings for your reference. While all these words relate to 'look,' they each carry distinct meanings and nuances, so I thought it would be helpful to provide meanings for each one.
Gaze - To look steadily and intently, especially in admiration or thought.
Glance - A brief or hurried look.
Peek - A quick and typically secretive look.
Peer - To look with difficulty or concentration.
Scan - To look over quickly but thoroughly.
Observe - To watch carefully and attentively.
Inspect - To look at closely in order to assess condition or quality.
Stare - To look fixedly or vacantly at someone or something.
Glimpse - To see or perceive briefly or partially.
Eye - To look or stare at intently.
Peruse - To read or examine something with great care.
Scrutinize - To examine or inspect closely and thoroughly.
Behold - To see or observe a thing or person, especially a remarkable one.
Witness - To see something happen, typically a significant event.
Spot - To see, notice, or recognize someone or something.
Contemplate - To look thoughtfully for a long time at.
Sight - To suddenly or unexpectedly see something or someone.
Ogle - To stare at in a lecherous manner.
Leer - To look or gaze in an unpleasant, malicious way.
Gawk - To stare openly and stupidly.
Gape - To stare with one's mouth open wide, in amazement.
Squint - To look with eyes partially closed.
Regard - To consider or think of in a specified way.
Admire - To regard with pleasure, wonder, and approval.
Skim - To look through quickly to gain superficial knowledge.
Reconnoiter - To make a military observation of a region.
Flick - To look or move the eyes quickly.
Rake - To look through something rapidly and unsystematically.
Glare - To look angrily or fiercely.
Peep - To look quickly and secretly through an opening.
Focus - To concentrate one's visual effort on.
Discover - To find or realize something not clear before.
Spot-check - To examine something briefly or at random.
Devour - To look over with eager enthusiasm.
Examine - To inspect in detail to determine condition.
Feast one's eyes - To look at something with great enjoyment.
Catch sight of - To suddenly or unexpectedly see.
Clap eyes on - To suddenly see someone or something.
Set eyes on - To look at, especially for the first time.
Take a dekko - Colloquial for taking a look.
Leer at - To look or gaze in a suggestive manner.
Rubberneck - To stare at something in a foolish way.
Make out - To manage to see or read with difficulty.
Lay eyes on - To see or look at.
Pore over - To look at or read something intently.
Ogle at - To look at in a lecherous or predatory way.
Pry - To look or inquire into something in a determined manner.
Dart - To look quickly or furtively.
Drink in - To look at with great enjoyment or fascination.
Bask in - To look at or enjoy something for a period of time.
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soft rain in early august. sundown preceeding quiet ambiance of solace. trickling steams lying in darkness heal what cannot be seen. standing face to face with that who fears you more, realizing your place in this world, and how it was both made for you and does not belong to you at all.
Why would I use AI to write? I don't use AI to eat chocolate for me, pet dogs for me, or look at beautiful sunsets for me. I'm not outsourcing my joy to a robot, and I don't understand why anyone who actually enjoys writing would
please please please please reblog if you’re a writer and have at some point felt like your writing is getting worse. I need to know if I’m the only one who’s struggling with these thoughts
Good news! At various points in your development, it is!
As you write, you level up in little ways. It's not like D&D where you get a level all at once. Oh, no. You get tiny improvements to your skill tree, and there will be points where your build is entirely unbalanced. As you adjust to these changes, you will naturally regress in some areas. This is just your mind and overall skill level getting ready for the final leveling, where you're briefly fully balanced again!
TL;DR: Regression is a natural part of improvement, and while it's frustrating as hell, if you keep going, you can write through it.
oh has that time come already? is it already the wee hours of the morning? who must I bargain with to get just one more hour? the endless march of time becomes so stark at this time it almost hurts. please just let me savor the time I do have.
im sorry rad fems sold you the lie that butches are only Non Threatening (TM) cis women with short hair who wear T-shirts and jeans with a carabiner, but the reality of the situation is a lot of butches are trans, genderqueer, physically imposing, big, male impersonators, hairy (especially including facial hair), sweaty, muscular, "ugly" and/or fat. some butches are into extreme body modification. some went bald. some are body builders. some are transfem butches who don't wanna overperform womanhood, take estrogen, or medically transition. some butches start testosterone strictly to feel more like a butch. some butches pass as cis men, and some need to do so in order to feel like their butch selves. soft butches are great, but that's not the "One Right Way" to be butch. the butches i'm attracted to would make a rad fem scream and cry and piss themselves on the floor.
"should we tell authors on ao3 when we have discord conversations about their fics" i don't speak for everyone here but if y'all ever find a group chat discussing my fics you can should must and WILL send me screenshots of the whole damn thing. inflate my ego. gimme
She's six years old. She's going to go to a new school next year. She hugs her friends goodbye. They tell her they're going to keep in touch. They'll still be friends. They'll tell her everything that happens.
She's fourteen now. She sits at the table across from her friends. They talk about people she doesn't know. She asks who they are, and her friends begrudgingly explain, but suddenly they're talking about some new person. She doesn't want to ask again.
They're sixteen. They invite their old friends to their birthday party because there's never been a year without them. They haven't spoken in six months due to the lockdown. I didn't know you changed your name. Oh, yeah, sorry. I didn't tell you. The distance between them is growing.
He's approaching twenty. He's back home for the summer. He sends a happy birthday text to a friend he hasn't had a serious conversation with in ages. He finds out she's eighteen now via her instagram story. He checks his other friends' stories and sees pictures of people he hasn't spoken to since he was six.
He wonders to himself, when did he burn all these bridges she promised she'd maintain?
and he said to the world, "what do you have for me?"
and the world showed him riches beyond his wildest dreams. not material riches, no, but experiences that would give him wisdom beyond his years and that would make him feel richer than any man in the world.
and he said to the world "thank you."
but the world would not let him have it. not that easily.
the world, now that it had shown him this, would retreat into the background, only opting to lead him in the direction of these riches, leaving him to find them for himself.
and he wept and groveled at the foot of the throne of the world, begging for the riches which he saw, now wondering if it was only a mirage.
and the world said nothing. the world did nothing.
and he could have given up. he could have sat there for one thousand years, wallowing in sorrow and regret that he had even seen anything at all.
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