I know there are tons of posts like this, and my fic is just a short story, barely 2k words, but I feel like celebrating because I’m kind of shy when it comes to share my writing… And in a weekend I got a dozen hits and a couple of kudos even (and now I daresay even hope for a comment)
submitted by /u/NightsSongsThey think it’s desolate
and empty, so alien
it has no feelings, well
I dare to be wrong
but alien is not synonymous
with dead. Inert
is not necessarily a void, the voices
mute but only to our ears, adhering
to no previously scripted lines
and roles to play. Life breaks
every rule and I will not
be a judge, but an embracer —
kindling ideas in the campfire
beside me, come join
me if you dare, for this heart
is untamed. I writhe in the folds
of the sea froth, defying darkness —
no! —
I embrace it, let it swirl
its ebon smoke tentacles
around my essence, feeding
my pen; my very soul on canvas
splattered.
Space dragons roar
this year, fiery —
spewing remnant embers onto
Mars.
I can feel the starseed
vibrating in the space-fold, ancient
brethren postulating our own survival
among the continuum’s filaments. Vapors,
mere figments, throbbing in multi-galaxy
clusters. Not your usual constellation
lingo, but old, so very very old.
I cannot imagine. But Mars can.
Inside his rust, he camouflages
the memories.
The world unfolds.
Its mask falls.
It has its flaws.
Its true color shows.
It isn’t pretty as we
know.
It isn’t perfect as we
call.
It is corrupted up to
its core.
But nevertheless, it
still goes.
You are on the first manned mission to Mars. As you ship breaks the atmosphere, you watch as the planet’s form shimmers, almost as if you were breaking through an illusion. It turns out there is life on Mars, and someone went to extreme lengths to keep it hidden.
Every Monday, I gather together the moodboards made by all of you talented writers so that we can start our weeks off with a little artistic inspiration - and you’re invited to participate!
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Last Monday, our moodboard theme was “Desperation”! Be sure to catch up on all the prompts and responses from last week! And if you’d like to participate in this or any other past themes, please, go right ahead.
This Monday, our moodboard theme is “Teaching and Education”! Is there a wizened mentor taking up space in your protagonist’s party? What about a newfound teacher wading into the educational arena? Or how about a culture defined by their ability to instruct the younger generations? Whatever the case, show us your smarts today for Moodboard Monday!
Next Monday, our moodboard theme will be “Folklore”! Is there one character skilled in telling the legends of their people? Does your story contain a culture brimming with lore in every nook and cranny one could fine? Show us all about the people and places of your world next Monday!
Okay I wanna write real quick it’s been a while. I read through my entire old rant instagram and let me tell you that was a clusterfuck. It didn’t feel I wrote those things to be honest. And I don’t really remember writing any of it. I’m glad about that. I didn’t really affect me, there were some funny memes that I sent to my fiancé and we laughed about it.
I do feel quickly overwhelmed today but I’ve had that a lot lately. I have to work tonight but only 3,5 hours so I’ll be okay. Just hope I have a chair at my register. After that we’re picking up my girl!!!
Tomorrow we’re going out in nature. Don’t know exactly how we’re gonna do that yet but we’re good at improvising so we’ll figure it out. Gonna see if I can print a map for the route online in a few and then get changed for work. I’m excited for tomorrow tho!!!
So up left for today is getting changed, doing my hair, brushing my teeth, looking up that route, work, picking up le fiancé, buying bus tickets, charging stuff, etc. I’m excited😊
You are helping me survive Covid! When I want a little escape from the daily nightmare I dip into a fanfiction from a fave book or TV show & get to enjoy your take on it. I love the funny outrageous ones, I love them all. Just know that your most silliest of drabbles are read & appreciated as much as your serious works. You provide us the escapism we need. Love you guys!!
submitted by /u/ukegrrl
@probably_dislexic ‘s parents gave us a pretty plant! So I found a book to match. Do you have a plant baby? Any suggestions for bookish names for this plant?
Ill hold onto you. To the poison we’ve exerted. To the lost wanting and wondering.
Instead of completely forgetting the pain and sorrow, lets breath it in. Let your lungs be filled by the hopelessness.
Ill hold onto you. For dear life. Ill lend you my lungs to breath. Then we wont ever feel the need to be apart.
Then well both be better off. With a string in our hearts, breathing the same breath and the memory of our pain as a knife in our backs.
these dreams will last forever
fell asleep in the grass
trains in the distance, sirens from below
we woke up in the kitchen, told to smoke in the hallway
there’s nothing for me here, but nothing nowhere else
I want to write increasingly small and minor texts, I write to her. I’ve been reading a biography of Rilke and am thinking of how he viewed art as sacred, how it was necessary to refuse the exigencies of the day, how he felt bored when he met his baby daughter at Christmas, he didn’t want anything to disturb his writing life. I feel so far away from this. Bring me the exigencies of the day, I say.
— Kate Zambreno, Drifts: A Novel (Penguin, May 19, 2020)
“I guess experience will never stop.
It might look like slowing down from time to time,
or even changing many paths,
but until now it never took a break”
“Immagino l’esperienza non si fermi mai.
Per quanto sembri rallentare di tanto in tanto,
or per quante strade possa cambiare,
fino ad ora non si è mai fermata”
- Effimero -
