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michaelriggswrites · 3 days ago
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As a creative finding someone who loves everything you create and looks at you with absolute awe every time you show them your work is one of the rarest and most special things I know of. I’m super lucky to have my one true who believes in me so much especially when no one else ever has. Grateful every day for my Carli ❤️
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justwaterfall · 5 days ago
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joyfuladorable · 7 days ago
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Doodled a me for Pride! Hope y'all are having a good one! 🌈🌈🌈
Image description: Digital cartoon self-portrait of a young person with warm light brown skin. They have short black hair parted to the left and wear glasses while smiling like a cat at the camera. They wear casual work clothes in the colors of the aroace flag (black aloha shirt with green flowers, purple cat earrings and watch, white bow clip and belt, grey pants, and black and white shoes with purple hearts) and carry a stack of books that are colored like the nonbinary flag in their right arm while they hold up a peace sign with their left. They are running to the right. The background is grey and the portrait is outlined with white. End ID
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kaciread04 · 7 days ago
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Creative writing prompt 2: Write a cyclical story (where the begining and end mirror eachother)
"I love you." She whispered placing a soft chaste kiss on her partner's lips.
"Forever and always." Was the automatic response as they slowly pulled apart, neither wanting to leave the air of love and contentedness that surrounded them.
However, their serenity was not made to last as both women's families cheered in celebration of their first matrimonial kiss. Happiness flowed through the room as water through a river keeping the besotted couple on their small boat away from the rocks of those who oppose their union, the close-minded who don't deserve the privilege of seeing the looks shared between the two women. Looks that let you know you never have to worry about broken hearts or trips for triple chocolate ice cream at ungodly hours to soothe the burning sadness of betrayal, many in the room had been all too familiar with that feeling. These two women brought hope to those around them, hope that love still exists and soulmates can still be found after decades of trial and error.
The two women made their way back down the petal adorned aisle, hands firmly clasped in each other's and radiant smiles adorning both faces, something told their onlookers that those expressions would not be fading for quite some time. Some in the crowd threw more petals and confetti over the couple as the photographer attempted to capture all the euphoria, adoration and support that suffocated the room.
Soon the whole wedding party followed the couple and photographer to the field beside the barn, both of which were decorated with the theme colours of mulberry, sage green and baby blue to tie the scenes together with the surrounding foliage, most of which consisted of luscious green grass, dark purple morning glories, clusters of blue forget me nots and white roses, the flowers had also found themselves in each brides bouquet. Pictures of all types were taken to document the happiest moment of the two women's lives, the day they fully committed their love to one another and vowed to stand by each other no matter what the universe threw at them. The wedding wasn't needed for that though, the late-night whispers, stolen looks and lingering touches already testify to their love for one another, the show of the ceremony was to prove to those around them that no man nor woman could break them apart.
The families and friends partied late into the night, games were played, enough food to sustain an entire army was devoured and all worries of the outside world placed in the back of every mind. No one thought of their debt, their love troubles or even how they would fare at work the following morning, everyone's focus was solely on the couple request to enjoy the night and celebrate as if it were the last night on earth, judging by the alcohol consumed by some they had taken that a little too literally.
All was perfect and the word, at least their small corner, was in complete harmony.
***
The women shared a long prosperous life with trips to every continent, job promotions, moving from an apartment, to a bungalow and finally landing in a somewhat stereotypical two-story, three-bedroom suburban house but as the couple were child-free the spare two rooms were used as home offices. An art studio for one and writing set up for the other. Their wedding anniversaries never stopped, love never wavering, as they passed their ruby, sapphire, emerald and diamond celebration. The diamond celebration, the big 60th wedding anniversary that very much reflected the night they wed as every attendant's attention was on the couple and their love. All thoughts of replaced hips, grandchildren's schooling or how they had lost last nights bingo game were placed in the backs of everyone's minds and they celebrated the women who brought them together and showed them the joys of meeting the one meant for you. Everyone listened to the stories of their travels for seemingly the millionth time, yet still acted as if it were the first, allowing the women to cling onto their final shreds of youth.
However, their bliss was soon to cease as one of the women fell ill. What started as a slight cough, a little tickle in the back of your throat most are familiar with, soon turned into more. The small coughs became frequent coughing fits, leaving the frail woman with immense chest pain, and lead to high temperatures, loss of appetite, fatigue and persistent dizziness. This resulted in the women becoming increasingly clumsy but what would be a mild inconvenience for the average person but for the weak woman a deceivingly average fall landed her in a hospital bed.
As she lay, her wife by her side as always, she received news of her pneumonia infection but as it had been left for so long there were nothing doctors could do without putting her at greater risk. Everyone was at a loss, their friend, their sister, their wife and their support line was dying and there nothing they could do. No medication, no procedures, even the morphine only served to alleviate some of her symptoms but the dizziness and disrupted eating remained meaning her family had no choice but to stand by and watch her waste away. Many tried to offer words of encouragement but they were more for themselves over the ailing woman, she had accepted her fate.
As her condition worsened everyone slowly came to terms with her passing, simply thankful they had the warning unlike with many that had gone before her. Everyone but her wife, her one love, the only light in the endless dark pit she found herself in. Every day tears were shed and words of love were passed between the two women and, much like the day they wed, promises were made. Though, unlike their previous promises they weren't of love or support, they were promises of moving on and not allowing the death of one to hinder the life of another. The promises were made, each sealed with a kiss, but if they were being completely honest with themselves most were empty. How was one meant to live on without the other? Without their laughter filling an otherwise silent room, without her smile that could outshine a thousand suns? How was she meant to live without the one person that kept her going all these years?
More days passed before the doctors made the dreaded announcement, she would not make it through the night and they should say their goodbyes now or forever hold their peace. The world came to a standstill at the news, how was she supposed to let go of her soulmate? What was she supposed to say? Goodbye? No. That was too final, she didn't want to say goodbye, she couldn't accept she was losing the one she loved the most. The woman who had held her hand through so much, supported every endeavour she pursued, lifted her up when she was feeling down, brought chocolates and ice cream whenever they were needed and gave her undying love despite all her flaws. After seemingly an eternity of deliberation, she wished she had an eternity, she finally decided what she was going to say.
Taking a shaky step towards her wife's bed passing the others in the room slowly leaving to give them privacy, she saw tiredness displayed on every inch of her face she placed a chaste kiss on her oft wrinkled lips.
"I love you." She gently whispered.
"Forever and Always." Her automatic response was so faint that only her wife could hear it. They both reluctantly pulled apart, neither wanting to leave their bubble and face the music of reality but after a few moments of looking into each other's eyes the ill women fell into a peaceful sleep, never to awake.
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marvelsbetch · 7 days ago
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Creative writing prompts pt.2
Prompt: Write a cyclical story, where the end mirrors the beginning.
"I love you." She whispered placing a soft chaste kiss on her partner's lips.
"Forever and always." Was the automatic response as they slowly pulled apart, neither wanting to leave the air of love and contentedness that surrounded them.
However, their serenity was not made to last as both women's families cheered in celebration of their first matrimonial kiss. Happiness flowed through the room as water through a river keeping the besotted couple on their small boat away from the rocks of those who oppose their union, the close-minded who don't deserve the privilege of seeing the looks shared between the two women. Looks that let you know you never have to worry about broken hearts or trips for triple chocolate ice cream at ungodly hours to soothe the burning sadness of betrayal, many in the room had been all too familiar with that feeling. These two women brought hope to those around them, hope that love still exists and soulmates can still be found after decades of trial and error.
The two women made their way back down the petal adorned aisle, hands firmly clasped in each other's and radiant smiles adorning both faces, something told their onlookers that those expressions would not be fading for quite some time. Some in the crowd threw more petals and confetti over the couple as the photographer attempted to capture all the euphoria, adoration and support that suffocated the room.
Soon the whole wedding party followed the couple and photographer to the field beside the barn, both of which were decorated with the theme colours of mulberry, sage green and baby blue to tie the scenes together with the surrounding foliage, most of which consisted of luscious green grass, dark purple morning glories, clusters of blue forget me nots and white roses, the flowers had also found themselves in each brides bouquet. Pictures of all types were taken to document the happiest moment of the two women's lives, the day they fully committed their love to one another and vowed to stand by each other no matter what the universe threw at them. The wedding wasn't needed for that though, the late-night whispers, stolen looks and lingering touches already testify to their love for one another, the show of the ceremony was to prove to those around them that no man nor woman could break them apart.
The families and friends partied late into the night, games were played, enough food to sustain an entire army was devoured and all worries of the outside world placed in the back of every mind. No one thought of their debt, their love troubles or even how they would fare at work the following morning, everyone's focus was solely on the couple request to enjoy the night and celebrate as if it were the last night on earth, judging by the alcohol consumed by some they had taken that a little too literally.
All was perfect and the word, at least their small corner, was in complete harmony.
***
The women shared a long prosperous life with trips to every continent, job promotions, moving from an apartment, to a bungalow and finally landing in a somewhat stereotypical two-story, three-bedroom suburban house but as the couple were child-free the spare two rooms were used as home offices. An art studio for one and writing set up for the other. Their wedding anniversaries never stopped, love never wavering, as they passed their ruby, sapphire, emerald and diamond celebration. The diamond celebration, the big 60th wedding anniversary that very much reflected the night they wed as every attendant's attention was on the couple and their love. All thoughts of replaced hips, grandchildren's schooling or how they had lost last nights bingo game were placed in the backs of everyone's minds and they celebrated the women who brought them together and showed them the joys of meeting the one meant for you. Everyone listened to the stories of their travels for seemingly the millionth time, yet still acted as if it were the first, allowing the women to cling onto their final shreds of youth.
However, their bliss was soon to cease as one of the women fell ill. What started as a slight cough, a little tickle in the back of your throat most are familiar with, soon turned into more. The small coughs became frequent coughing fits, leaving the frail woman with immense chest pain, and lead to high temperatures, loss of appetite, fatigue and persistent dizziness. This resulted in the women becoming increasingly clumsy but what would be a mild inconvenience for the average person but for the weak woman a deceivingly average fall landed her in a hospital bed.
As she lay, her wife by her side as always, she received news of her pneumonia infection but as it had been left for so long there were nothing doctors could do without putting her at greater risk. Everyone was at a loss, their friend, their sister, their wife and their support line was dying and there nothing they could do. No medication, no procedures, even the morphine only served to alleviate some of her symptoms but the dizziness and disrupted eating remained meaning her family had no choice but to stand by and watch her waste away. Many tried to offer words of encouragement but they were more for themselves over the ailing woman, she had accepted her fate.
As her condition worsened everyone slowly came to terms with her passing, simply thankful they had the warning unlike with many that had gone before her. Everyone but her wife, her one love, the only light in the endless dark pit she found herself in. Every day tears were shed and words of love were passed between the two women and, much like the day they wed, promises were made. Though, unlike their previous promises they weren't of love or support, they were promises of moving on and not allowing the death of one to hinder the life of another. The promises were made, each sealed with a kiss, but if they were being completely honest with themselves most were empty. How was one meant to live on without the other? Without their laughter filling an otherwise silent room, without her smile that could outshine a thousand suns? How was she meant to live without the one person that kept her going all these years?
More days passed before the doctors made the dreaded announcement, she would not make it through the night and they should say their goodbyes now or forever hold their peace. The world came to a standstill at the news, how was she supposed to let go of her soulmate? What was she supposed to say? Goodbye? No. That was too final, she didn't want to say goodbye, she couldn't accept she was losing the one she loved the most. The woman who had held her hand through so much, supported every endeavour she pursued, lifted her up when she was feeling down, brought chocolates and ice cream whenever they were needed and gave her undying love despite all her flaws. After seemingly an eternity of deliberation, she wished she had an eternity, she finally decided what she was going to say.
Taking a shaky step towards her wife's bed passing the others in the room slowly leaving to give them privacy, she saw tiredness displayed on every inch of her face she placed a chaste kiss on her oft wrinkled lips.
"I love you." She gently whispered.
"Forever and Always." Her automatic response was so faint that only her wife could hear it. They both reluctantly pulled apart, neither wanting to leave their bubble and face the music of reality but after a few moments of looking into each other's eyes the ill women fell into a peaceful sleep, never to awake.
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youmustbestrongernow · 9 days ago
I’m going to miss my weekly dose of your writing, thank you for sharing your stories with us :) I just finished bipolar au and really enjoyed it.
ah anon, i will miss it too, i have loved sharing my writing with all of you, all these little comments always make my day and i'll miss them so much, but i'm always here to chat about my fics and anything else and i'll hopefully share more of my stuff soon. so glad you enjoyed bipolar au, that one was so special to me <3
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interpenetration · 11 days ago
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The day I broke up with myself to be in a relationship with myself.
4/28: “I just wanna be with you & it’s difficult,” I said. So he said he needed to hear it. So I said “we are no longer together. We’ve grown apart.”& separately we cried & cried & said sorry.
Then I was free. Breathe. Finally, I woke up from a life that was sucking me dry.
And within my new mental clarity, I realized he had been having an affair. But do I actually care? Time will tell.
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last year i took creative writing and in the third quarter + the latter half of the second quarter (if not all/most of it? i don’t fully remember) then we almost exclusively did projects. deadline for one project’s up? next day we start a new project
and i remember one time then a classmate complained about how many projects. and maybe i’m misremembering and exaggerating how many projects we did, but we did do a lot, and generally if we were doing a creating project then we were doing something in class that took a few weeks to get through. and a classmate complained, and the teacher said something along the lines of “would you rather be doing busywork?” and we were all like “no!” and went back to working, but just.
thinking back, it’s kind of like if you had a fancy meal every night? like it’s fine and some parts of the projects were fun/the food is good, but you get tired of it. and you’re not the one fixing the food, so you ask “hey can we not have fancy meals for a few nights?” and they’re like “oh, would you rather eat toast?”
like! no i would not rather eat toast! toast is not very filling and you have to add stuff to it or it’s untastily bland! but just because i don’t want toast for dinner doesn’t mean i want more fancy dinner either! surely there’s a middle ground?
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mindthedocent · 16 days ago
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im all caught up on all my social medias so feasibly that means i SHOULD probably start writing chapter 4 of gage... but........
i dont wanna
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pedropascaldice · 17 days ago
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everyone has been so extremely kind to me the past few days about the creative things i’ve been doing and i just wanna kiss u all on the forehead 
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