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One day there will be a man in your life that you'll wish you never met. Then five years later something will happen- like he'll post that his company is hiring for your dream role- and you'll realize why you were supposed to meet him. People come into our lives for all different reasons. Sometimes different reasons than we expect. And just because they didn't play the role in our life that we wanted them to, it doesn't mean there isn't room for them somewhere else.
Questions in Blood
You laid your hands on her in the middle of the night, under the cloak of secrecy. Together, sweat and quiet moans mixed together to create something that either of you might never forget. You might not have the hours but you know all of the correct things in the moment and it clouds.
Hands wrapped around her throat, she smiles. “Be a good girl for daddy, stay quiet.” It was the quiet command, in her ear, that she couldn’t ignore. She would do anything you asked her in this moment, and outside of it. There was a brief pause in the room before anyone continued. “Come for me, baby.”
Two hours of one of the hottest encounters she had ever experienced, and you went to sleep apart. It ended the way she thought it was going to, but she didn’t know it would stick with her the way that it did. She shouldn’t be surprised of course, there are so many things that she has never forgotten about this man that she wouldn’t tell a soul.
Then the light came through the window and reality set back in. What you two had done wouldn’t be talked about with anyone other than the two of you, and that’s the way it should be. Should it happen again? No. What are the odds it happens again? Not 0. The moment was easy, natural and now the connection is even stronger. The unshared secret will bond you like everything else has.
With that being said, all the things said in the moment weren’t just statements one throws out because it’s hot. Those had some inkling of truth of what’s wanted, but the sun is up now and that might not matter. Those things might be stuck there for a minute or two, and the brain will always come back to it. It will linger, even if you don’t want it too. It’s not often that something that natural comes along. How long can you ignore it before you give in again?
Forgotten love.
The way you talk about the stars in the sky as the world is on fire with your head held high makes you look like the god you were told to be. It’s one of the rare moments where the weight of the world doesn’t completely ruin you. The light bounces around in your eyes and you smile.
“This could be worse,” I chuckled.
He blinked a couple times, lost the smile and looked at me with a sad eyes. “I forgot you were here.
My heart broke a little, almost expecting that response. “I know.” I looked to the horizon and sighed. “I know.”
Prompt #635
“It is what it is.”
“That is not a very confidence-inspiring statement from a guy who is holding our lives in his hands!”
I am feeling very proud of myself. I know my blog is not a writing blog, nor do I normally use it for venting or personal announcements but today I feel like I had a victory that’s worth sharing.
When I was thirteen I wrote a short story. It was ten pages and written on notebook paper but it was mine. Last year in treatment I turned that short story into a novella covered in grammatical errors and plot wholes. In the year since then that story has changed and grew in ways I never saw coming. Today, at nineteen, I finished the fourth draft of my novel. Start to finish through every scene it’s mine and I have never been prouder.
Right now it’s a google doc sitting at an impressive 76,000 words. But I am letting myself dream that this manuscript will be published and will be a book I can hold in my hands and yell “I WROTE THIS”
Words can’t describe how happy lost and nervous I’m feeling. I know this is not my usual content but this is a milestone that means the world to me
I still think that my favorite urban legend/folklore fact is that there are certain areas in New Orleans where you cannot get a taxi late at night not because it isn’t safe, but because taxi companies have had recurring problems of picking up ghosts in those areas who are not aware that they are dead and disappearing from the cab before reaching the destination and therefore stiffing the driver on the fare causing a loss for the company.
An occupational hazard of cab driving I had not previously considered
I love that the nola problem here is not “ghosts in my taxi cab,” but “ghosts are FUCKING BROKE DEAD BASTARDS & I GOT BILLS”
Horror is when ghosts get into cabs and scare drivers Magical realism is when cab companies have to develop policies to prevent ghastly fare-theft
In a book about the tsunami in Japan in 2011, the writer talked about how there was a huge increase in reports of ghostly activity. Apparently in Japan treating ghosts rudely is basically considered the stupidest thing you could possibly do. For months after the tsunami, taxi drivers would pick up a passenger only to have them give an address in one of the devastated areas. The cab driver often looked up halfway to the destination to find their fare had disappeared. Not wanting to be impolite to the person (even if they were dead) they’d drive to the address, open the door to let them out, then drive away.
L a s t L i g h t • Beau Taplin
“Mama, I fell in love with the boy you told me to stay away from,
But he makes me feel a way I have never felt before so how can he be so bad?
Mama, you have to understand that your little girl is growing up.
I’m sorry mama that I didn’t listen to you,
I really should’ve because you were right, I should’ve stayed away,
He broke my heart mama.”
-Day 395
Writerscreed Challenge of the Week July 29 - August 4, 2018
For week 86 of our Writerscreed Challenges, we have the following prompt: the found door
You may use the phrase or let it inspire you. We can’t wait to see what you come up with!
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Hey, so I a bit of a random post, but I thought this would be nice to share. I talk about my own experience writing from time to time, and share as much positivity as I can. Well, I checked my Facebook this morning, and at the top of my feed was an “On This Day” from three years ago. And here’s what it was:
A relatable, annoying frustration, right? Wrong. I said I was going to scrap it, but I didn’t. I decided to take a chance on finishing a draft, even if the beginning was bad. So I did keep to that draft. And I did finish it.
And started even another after that. Sure, I scrapped that beginning I hated. In fact, I’m on course to scrap a majority of the work I did, aside from underlying concepts and plot points, but I’ve stuck to it. In fact, I love my work more than ever. Enough so that I took a chance sharing it with you all here, just a few weeks ago.
Three years ago today, sixteen year old me was ready to throw my novel back out into the garbage bin. Today, nineteen year old me in halfway into a second draft and aiming with her eyes set on the stars.
Take a chance on the running with the writing you’re unhappy with. You might just surprise yourself with what you come up with by the end of the journey.
This is really important to keep in mind. Sometimes the best things are hidden behind something that you don’t think is good enough.
You are allowed to be both a masterpiece & a work in progress, simultaneously
Sophia Bush (via i-imagineandpretend)
I wrote a set of poems inspired by the #TIMESUP and #MeToo movements ❤️
