My favourite saying is "You can't edit a blank page." Write, even if its bad. Write, even if it doesn't make sense. Write, even if you end up deleting half of it. You only get better at something by doing it, and you only figure out what you like/dislike by trying.
There was no space for Thulna in the world that humans were beating into regimented order. Thulna came from chaos and would return to chaos. #writing#shortstory#sneakpeak
Talin was sprawled across his half of the driver’s seat, bored and uncomfortable. Anyone looking at him wouldn’t know that though.
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If he stayed still he would die. A cold lonely death and no one would ever know what had happened to him. #writing#shortstory#TreomianStories#part2 https://t.co/kyE3C3Qlrt
@iv_mrs51251 To me the books hold a world of life times of their own. And the soft quilts were from my mother, and my unfinished projects would become those touchstones of love for the people around me.
The books tumble from the overfull bookcase
My old fashioned metal bed frame
Softened with colorful quits
Sits sentinel
Half finished projects migrate
Until finished.
#poetry#books
All of the adverts said that it was the same as freshwater. That the recycling system was actually better than freshwater.
#writing#postapocalyptic#scifi#speculativefiction
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The white crane soared above the open field. One side was hemmed in by a large forest. The other stretched far into the distance.
#shortstory#mythologyrewrite#writing
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@jflWrites You get of out the car and leave it there. Walk out into the wilderness and abandon civilisation.
No one ever knows and no one ever sees you again.