Writing Realities

24 years young. Still learning and dreaming about the world and all the other ones that may exist. She believes in the things people cannot see or do not want to see. She's a Ravenclaw at heart and wishes she could live an immortal life.

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A Different World

        I'm in the back seat of the car. We're moving so fast, the trees outside of the window are blurring together. What lies behind the trees? If you go between certain trees, does it bring you to different universes? Maybe if you go between two crooked trees that intertwine together, you'll find yourself in our world but different. Just little things, but it feels odd. I'm not sure if it's a good or bad feeling. But if you go between the two tallest trees, the world is still in the medieval era. It's forever in that period. That feels quite nice to me, I've always loved that era. Although you might miss the simplistic pleasures the modern world brings you. The two trees that are cracked and almost broken, bring you to the obvious post-apocalyptic universe. We don't talk about that one. It seems quite likely, that if our world continues to follow down the path it's in right now, and being led by the monster one may call the leader, that this universe might become just like that one.          There are so many possibilities. So many to imagine and wonder about. Maybe, just maybe I'm right about all of these different gateways.

[olivias-library]

Part of my Christmas haul!! I was really lucky this year but these are my absolute favorite, I nearly cried when I opened them 🙈 Did you get anything bookish this year?

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It's the eyes that catch your own. The piercing dark green eyes, that feel as though you're staring into a deep endless forest. A never-ending mystery, that holds many secrets. You suddenly feel a chill in the air, the leaves start to change color right before your eyes. Falling off the branches, around the both of you, you find each other much closer than you originally were.

You feel an invisible pull towards one another, not understanding when you've never met him before. The leaves begin to swirl around the both of you, but you're too distracted to notice. Your hair begins to blow around the two of you and it's when you both lean in for a kiss, you hear a loud cough, followed by the leaves falling all around you.

Looking behind you, you see no one there but as you look back to the stranger, neither is he. The leaves are silent and unmoving, crunching under your feet, as you begin to walk among the trees.

[that-bookworm-guy]

Reading by the fire 

[bokehm0n]

Christmas is rolling in.

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[writingrealities]

The Chill

Do you ever feel like something is watching you? 

The creeping feeling that someone or something is about to do something. You're not sure what it is or even how it feels. It's just the sudden cold feeling throughout your whole body. The chill that runs up your spine, the one they always talk about in horror stories. Sometimes you can feel it breathing. It feels like a whisper against your neck. 

There are moments of silence when all you hear is creaks in the floorboards above you. But no one is home, just you. Your pets are downstairs with you, and the wind is non-existent. You would blame it on the old house, but the house was far from being old. 

You even tried to blame it on your paranoid mind, but you knew it wasn't that. It felt too real to be anything else. Or maybe it was lack of sleep, but that was because of the noises, the breathing and the constant feeling of being watched. 

You were never really alone. Not really. Maybe you'll become accustomed to whatever this is. That's just you trying to reassure yourself, though. You hoped it was something inviting. Something friendly and calm. 

Or maybe it's just the ghost that lives in your house. Sorry, should I have mentioned that in the beginning? 

[biancabaumann]

″He found himself wondering at times, especially in the autumn, about the wild lands, and strange visions of mountains that he had never seen came into his dreams.“

- J. R. R. Tolkien

[writingrealities]

The Forest Calls

The forest is never far. You're home in your apartment in the city, where the forest shouldn't be. Yet, when you hear a tapping on your door after you've woken from a deep sleep and open the door, to find the forest, you can't help but wonder if you've gone crazy. Maybe it's really there and you still have gone crazy.

The forest seems to go on for ages; tiny balls of light float among the massive trees, branches tangled together. You feel strangely tempted to follow the lights. They feel warm and inviting, as they dance in and out of sight behind the trees. It feels like home, which is strange because you've never felt like this world was ever truly a home to you. You always felt out of place and out of time.

Surely a forest that followed you everywhere couldn't be bad, could it?

[days-of-reading]

Reading at my desk in the rain–meandering through Love’s Work by Gillian Rose, My 1980s and Other Essays by Wayne Koestenbaum, Chaucer and His World by Derek Brewer, Revelations of Love by Julian of Norwich…

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Today I’ve cried a many tear And pain is in my heart Around me lies a somber scene I don’t know where to start But I feel warmth on my skin The stars have all aligned The wind has blown, but now I know That tomorrow will be kinder

[chromesk-ull]

[skull-heads]

Self Destruct. 

[writingrealities]

Always Looping

The record player scratches in the background as the record spins and spins, never stopping. Rain pelts down on the window, the flame of a lone candle flickering against the harsh greys cast by the rain.

No single living soul resides in the home. Yet, soft music begins to play as the record is reset. "Dream a Little Dream of Me" begins to play, haunting the room with its tune. A flash of lightning adorns the dark room, casting a shadow among the highly decorated furniture. 

This home remained a place out of time, a time that looped, every few minutes. A nightmare for a person. A constant reminder of a moment out of thousands.

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