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marshalltimothygraves · 4 years

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something about the series and what you should know about before i start anything

To all of you who’re reading this, please don’t forget to reply or reblog or just give me a reaction of some sort because this is very important not only to me but also to you as a reader.

So I was wondering...

Would you rather read Quarantine Mansion from start to finish?

Or

Do you prefer to read oneshots before I explain everything?

I really hope you tell me now because I’ve really been working on it and currently I don’t know where to start at all. So it would help a whole lot if you replied.

Thank you so much!

#marsgraves #my hero academia #writing #quarantine mansion #writeblr #writeaway #excerpt from a story i'll never write #writer #gay #lgbt #wattpad #castle swimmer fanfiction #fence fanfiction

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moondoughmidoreee · 4 years

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100 posts (-ish?)

To celebrate 100 posts, I’m gonna post another post that should probably be in the post beside your lamp post.

You can find it here.

#marsgraves #marshall marshall #gay #gayboy #gay fiction #lgbt #lgbt fiction #lgbtq #lgbtlove #lgbtq community

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marshalltimothygraves · 4 years

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A Little Thing Called “Loyalty”

This is all in Dante Rossi’s POV. Limited to Tumblr users unless I say so.

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The wind was alive today. I felt it blow hard and cold against my face as I trudged the road that led to the main building. It was so cold and windy, that I actually had to wear a scarf today. A scarf and gloves, actually. You could already tell I wasn’t a fan of the weather.

The only thing I liked about this weather was how orange everything looked. I liked how leaves would fall from trees and drop to the ground, graceful as ever. I loved how dried ones would crunch under my feet as I walked. Though I didn’t really like the temperature, I liked how it made the world look so beautiful.

As I wandered, I noticed someone running in the distance. I couldn’t really make the person out because of how far he was and the length of his hair. But I remembered, you could recognize that ash blonde hair anywhere.

I decided to move faster, knowing that this person would probably approach me if I moved too slow. It was way to early in the morning to have an encounter with Aiden Kane. No, not today.

As I walked past him, it was too late to ignore him.

“Hey!” he called out.

Exasperated that I didn’t make it past him, I stopped in my tracks and turned around to face him.

“Hmm?” I hummed, furrowing on eyebrow.

“So,” he started, walking closer towards me. “Aren’t you that one guy’s roommate? What was his name...?”

“Bobby,” I said. “His name was Bobby.”

“Oh, right!” he exclaimed, delightedly. “Bobby!”

Was that all? He just wanted to confirm if I was Bobby’s roommate?

I stood there, staring at him skeptically. He smirked. What was he thinking?

“Are you both dating?” he asked, a smirk stretched wider across his face.

The question didn’t bring heat into the conversation but confusion. Me and my roommate? Dating?

“No,” I said, plainly. “And even if we were, it wouldn’t be any of your business.”

“Is that so?” he said, folding his arms.

“Yeah,” I confirmed.

“So that means-” he inched closer to me-”you’re free?”

“What do you mean?” I questioned him.

“What I mean is that-” he inched even closer, our faces so near that, in a few inches, we could be kissing-”you and I can-”

Before he can say--or do--anything else, I cut him off. “Look,” I stood back. “Just because we aren’t dating, does not mean I don’t care about him.”

His smirky expression turned into shock. I continued talking.

“I care a lot about Bobby because I am his friend. I actually like him, and I’m willing to be there when he needs me.”

He smiled. I got confused.

“Why are you smiling?” I questioned him.

“Did you just admit that you have feelings for your roommate?” he said as if it was the juiciest secret he’s gotten out of anyone.

This made me think. Did I have feelings for Bobby?

I felt my face burn. “Excuse me,” I said, turning away from Aiden and fast-walking down the path to the main building.

What did I just do?

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Too Long; Didn’t Read (TL;DR)

Dante Rossi bumps into Aiden Kane as he walks to the main building on autumn morning. When he gets caught in one of Aiden’s supposedly “flirty” talks, Dante accidentally admits that he really likes his roommate, Bobby Rodriguez. This is probably his way of saying that he’d never trade Bobby for anyone else and that includes the infamously handsome Aiden Kane. It’s just a little thing called “loyalty”.

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marshalltimothygraves · 4 years

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_the_intr0vert_ x reader pt. 3

Here is part two...

So.

Both your mum and the other kid’s mum are at your house while you are both forced to stay at his house. Great. Just fucken fantastic.

What do I do? I barely even know the guy.

So do I just talk to him? Like, “hi there!”

I’m hungry. I wanna eat my oreos.

You had just locked yourself in their bathroom. Of course you didn’t know where it was, so you had to ask the kid where it was. Apparently, that was enough socialization for you and you had to cool off for a moment.

You took your phone out of your hoodie pocket and check the time. It’s currently 11:52. You remembered waking up at 10:41. Your mother said that she might be back to pick you up at five.

Well, fu-

You heard a knock at the door.

“Hey.” It was the kid. Callum.

“I was just wondering,” he started. You listened closely. “Did you want a sandwich?”

A sandwich. Did I want a sandwich?

“That depends,” you said. “What kind?”

“I dunno,” he said. “Are you allergic to peanuts?”

“No,” you said, trying to remember the last time you had an allergic reaction to peanuts.

“Okay, then.”

You heard footsteps going away from the bathroom door and jogging down the stairs. Is it safe to come out now? you thought as you stood up and walked to the door. You open the door ajar to peek out of the bathroom. No one. You decided to walk quietly out the bathroom and sneak down the stairs. You looked around for Callum. You found him in the kitchen, standing by the refrigerator.

“H-hi?” you said. The word barely even escaped your mouth.

He turned around and smiled at you. “Oh, hey!” He brought out a pitcher of what looked like water--it was by the way--and set it on the counter top. “Are you okay now?”

“Wh-what do you mean?” you asked, shy as a little toddler should be.

“Your mom told my mom that you weren’t good around new people,” he said as he poured water on two glasses. “And I get it.”

“Really?” you said in disbelief.

He brought out bread and two jars from a cabinet. “I mean,” he started. “Yeah. You aren’t really supposed to like everyone you meet, right?”

“Yeah, but that’s not what I meant-”

“I know what you meant,” he laughed, spreading peanut butter on a slice of bread. “I’m just not good at explaining things.”

“Oh,” you muttered. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” he smiled, finishing up on the fourth slice of bread.

As you contemplated on your failure to socialize to someone who actually gets you,--you idiot of a human--Callum moved to the other room, bringing the water and snacks with him.

“Hey!” he called out to you. “The sandwiches are here!”

You walked towards the source of his voice, into what seemed to be their living room. The sandwiches were on the coffee table in front of the couch Callum was sitting on. He was on his phone until he looked up at you, just standing there like a little idiot.

“Hey,” he smiled.

“Hey,” you repeated. Your legs were shaking and your head felt weird. You then took a deep breath and tried to lower down your obvious awkwardness.

“So, don’t you wanna sit down?” he asked, furrowing his brow.

Your heart skipped a beat. “’S-sit’?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Sit.”

You realized that this meant that you were gonna sit beside him, which you did not want to do. Not because you didn’t like him, but because you were too awkward to be that close to an actual human being right now. But if you didn’t do it, you’d probably raise the already lingering awkwardness of the room to a hundred times. In other words, you’re totally screwed.

So, now you two sat there. Like two idiots.

“What do we do now?” you asked.

“I dunno,” Calum replied. “What do you wanna do?”

“To be honest,” you said. “I don’t really know.”

-- END OF CHAPTER THREE --

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marshalltimothygraves · 4 years

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Tag some ppl who’d wanna see this...

@ojirosero @instantcookieprofessorpsychic @cartoons4ever77 @kannra21

And all you beautiful people...

Would you wanna read something I and @moondoughmidoreee made where

turns into a

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#my hero academia #fanfic #mha fanfiction #bnha #anime #weeb #writing #writers #ao3 #ao3 meme #marsgraves

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marshalltimothygraves · 4 years

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Marshall Marshall pt.2

You found the second part! wow

Good for you.

There isn’t usually a second part to everything.

My closet was open wide. I was wearing a black top, black pants, black Doc Martens, a red and black flannel, and a grey beanie. I dressed up as Marshall Lee Abadeer, the Vampire King from Adventure Time. I was Marshall dressed up as Marshall.

I took the beanie off and untied my hair. I fixed it a little, but no luck. It still looked like a mop. A messy, black, dry mop.

Mom must’ve heard me complaining cause she entered my room.

“Honey, I think you need help,” she said.

“Mom, I need help.” I admitted.

She smiled and appeared behind me through the mirror. I was a few inches taller than her, so she had to look over my shoulder.

“Okay. So. What’s the problem?” she said as if she was some kind of detective.

“Hair. It’s messy.”

“Ah, hair. You are so lucky to have a mom. We know all about these.”

` I loved how she said this with pride over being a mom. I was lucky to have a mom. I was very lucky to have her, especially.

“Can you cut it?” I asked her.

She was messing around with my hair and then suddenly stopped to look at me.

“What? No! Why would I cut it? I will only fix it,” she said.

She brought out her brush.

“Let’s sit on your bed. This won’t be quick,” she recommended.

I nodded and we sat on my bed. I sat facing the window, while she sat behind me, cross legged.

“So, who was he?” she asked as she brushed my hair, going through the tangles.

“Who?” I asked.

“Oh you know what I mean!”

I supposed she was right.

“His name’s Daniel. He’s from school.”

“He seemed nice.”

“Yeah, he is.”

There was a short pause, but then she started laughing.

“I know you like him, Marsh.” she said.

Now I’m scared, confused, and ashamed. My face got warm again.

“How do you know?” I asked.

“I’m your mom, don’t be silly.” she said.

She finished brushing my hair and put my beanie on. I looked in the mirror and saw me, Marshall dressed up as Marshall.

#marsgraves #writing #excerpt from a story i'll never write #Writing tips #writing jobs #writer #wrote #marshall marshall #gay #gayboy #Gay Fiction #this is gay #lgbt #lgbt fiction #momm

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marshalltimothygraves · 4 years

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Quarantine Mansion

I might not be done yet, but here it is:

I’m working with a cat.

Wow, you really are that desperate to know what it’s about?

Okay then...

Quarantine Mansion is about eight highschool boys going on a school trip with their so-called “manager”. They were sent to a large house to plan a year end activity for their school. Though they were all sent there to work, a few of them had... other plans.

This is a story where boys get into crap they’re not supposed to get into like fucking each other till they’re breathless going outside to play hopscotch while it’s raining. Love, hate, and debate. That kind of stuff.

And there is no pedophilia and incest of any kind! Yay!

Well, I ain’t really done yet; I still gotta type it up, so see ya in a bit...

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marshalltimothygraves · 4 years

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_the_intr0vert_ x reader: announcement

Hi.

So there was a problem with part three.

It really didn’t go well.

My computer went weird and now I can’t post the chapter.

So we’re gonna have to wait...

*sorry~

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marshalltimothygraves · 4 years

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How to promote your writing

Are you an amateur writer just like me? That’s okay! Why you ask?

Because...

I AM HERE!!!

Ahem,

well anyways...

You can promote your writing simply by

1.) Writing a blog

2.) Joining competitions

3.) Keep writing

GOODLUCK, YOUNG WRITERS!!!

#all might #bnha memes #writing tips #how to promote your writing #marsgraves #what are blogs for

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marshalltimothygraves · 4 years

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Marshall Marshall pt.3

wait...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IDcjwrP0HcE

okay go on...

I walked to the party, alone. Mom insisted. I wanted her to drive me there, but she said that I was old enough to go alone.I had only my phone, five hundred, and two condoms- she insisted and I don’t want to know where she got them and how or even why. She also said that if I came home earlier than three in the morning, she’d have to ground me.

“You’re seventeen. Live, laugh, and love, Marsh,” is what she said when I told her I was having second thoughts.

Now I was in front of Q Lopez’s house, standing on the road. The house was huge. In fact, it wasn’t even a house, it was a mansion. God, you could see the craziness through the window.

I walked up to the door and pushed the doorbell. It rang and Q opened the door.

“Oh my God! Marshall!” she shouted. She was wearing some kind of anime maid costume. Her top was cropped and her skirt was at least five inches short. Her tights were stained in wine and she smelled like alcohol. But she wasn’t drunk. I think.

She pulled me in and closed the door. “Spooky Scary Skeletons” was booming through the speakers and lights were flashing bright as hell. Some people were wearing those glow in the dark bracelets. This was when I realized she wasn’t the only one who smelled like alcohol.

I walked around a bit. In the living room, people were dancing. In the kitchen, people were doing drugs and eating. Outside, people were either in the pool or playing pool. There was one thing I noticed that never changed and stayed the same everywhere I went: everyone smelled like alcohol.

I went upstairs looking for the bathroom because I don’t know anyone in here and I wasn’t planning to socialize. Luckily, there was barely any people upstairs, only people kissing and people having sex in the bedrooms.

I entered the bathroom and sat on the toilet. I was here for only ten minutes and I want to go home.

I checked my phone. No texts or missed calls. No new notifications.

I stood up from the toilet and stood in front of the mirror. There was always that guy in the movies who stayed in the bathroom. I was Marshall in the Bathroom. But I didn’t think I wanted to be that guy.

I turned around and opened the door to exit the bathroom, but I was being blocked. I looked up and realized it was Daniel. It was kinda awkward to see that he looked as surprised as I was. But unlike me, he got his cool back.

“I was worried that you weren’t coming,” he said.

“Well, you were wrong,” I smiled. He smiled back.

He looked down the hallway. “Hey, you wanna go downstairs?” he said turning his head back to me.

“But weren’t you going to the bathroom?” I said, confused.

“Yeah, I thought you were Karen.”

Karen Monterillas was Daniel’s girlfriend. This was why I couldn’t have a chance with him. Plus, he was straight anyways so why would I even try?

I followed him down the hall and downstairs. We went to the kitchen which was near empty. I leaned on a corner of the marble kitchen counter while he was looking through the fridge with two large red cups.

“What do you want?” he said, facing the fridge.

“What?” I asked, confused.

“To drink.”

“Oh. Uhm…”

“You don’t drink, do you?”

“Yeah.”

“Good for you. I’m not gonna force you to start now.”

That was kinda nice of him.

“Water, orange juice, or Gatorade?” he asked.

“No thanks. I was kinda thinking of trying alcohol tonight,” I said.

“Wait. Are you sure? Cause they only have Black Label left.”

“I don’t know what that is but I’ll try it.”

“Suit yourself,” he laughed.

He brought out the large bottle of whatever the hell was in there. He twisted off the cap and poured it onto one of the big red cups he was holding onto and filled the other cup with tap water.

He stood in front of me, too awkwardly close. He drank from the cup with the alcohol and I watched his Adam’s apple move as he gulped it down. Then he stopped.

“Wow,” he whispered. His eyes were wide and his shoulders heaved. “You gotta be careful with this one. It’s strong.”

“I don’t care,” I said as I took the cup from him. Before I knew it, I was drinking it, gulping it down. It went down to my throat and burned it, then it went to my ears, burning those too.

When I finished the cup, I fell over and landed on something soft and huggable. I started giggling for no reason. Wait, where’s Daniel?

“Ow,” I said.

“Hey, you okay?”

Shit, where’d that come from?

I stood up and looked in front of me. That was him. Daniel.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-”

“Shhh… Quiet,” he interrupted. I just realized he was holding onto my forearms. “Here,” he said, handing me another cup. “Drink some water.”

I took it and gulped down the water. Oh sweet water…

“How did it feel?” he asked.

“It burns,” I choked.

“Yeah, that’s what I meant by strong,” he said. I finished the water and he held my chin up.

“You never should’ve done that, y’know?” he whispered, looking into my eyes.

“I still did it, and I have no regrets,” I whispered.

“You’re cute, Marshall Cameron” he whispered.

He leaned in, grabbing me by the collar. He tasted like alcohol.

Wait a minute…

HE’S GAY???

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marshalltimothygraves · 4 years

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I love it, you won’t...

hey guys,

i finished--kinda--the new series i was planning.

and.

you won’t like it...

but i will...

hehehe

#marsgraves #it's not marshall marshall #tiktok boy #tiktok fanfiction

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marshalltimothygraves · 4 years

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Marshall Marshall pt. 1

This is a story I wrote when I started high school. It’s about a boy named marshall (me) and his gay life. I don’t really relate to this story, I just chose to use my name in it so I could feel the character.

This is me in real life as an awkward gay male.

Enjoy.

“Marsh, you know I can’t let you keep yourself locked up in your room all night!” said my mum through my bedroom door. “It’s Halloween night! You should go outside!”

I appreciate her determination to get me outside on Halloween Night, but this has to end.

“Mum, for the last time: I do not want to go trick-or-treating tonight! Please leave me alone!” I yelled.

“Oh for the love of everything holy…”

Before I knew it, she entered my room. I looked up at my mother. I expected her to look stern and angry but instead she looked concerned, worried.

She sat on my bed beside me. I closed my laptop and set it aside.

“Marshall love,” she whispered. “I know all you wanna do is stay on your computer all night and wait this out, but please remember: life is short, your childhood doesn’t last a lifetime and someday, you’re gonna have to grow up.”

This really hit me hard. Life is short. But did I really wanna go outside? On Halloween night?

“Okay, Mum,” I nodded. “I’ll think about it.”

I watched as she started to smile. “That’s my Marshmallow!” she said happily.

She stood up and began to leave my room, forgetting to close my door.

“Think about it!” she yelled as she walked away.

I stared at my feet. I was wearing my black wool ankle-length socks. I took a peek at the clock on my bedside table. It was still early: 7:43 pm. It was still early.

I stood from my bed and walked to my window. I saw the trick-or-treaters walking, some were running. I even saw people older than me. Then I saw him. Daniel. In his Tokyo Ghoul cosplay. He was dressed up as Kaneki. He was wearing the mask, the sweater, and even the hair -it was his natural hair color: white blonde. Everything except the pants -that was reasonable, it was cold in our town this time of the year. He’d been talking about it with his friends all week non-stop. That was cute.

He was with Kitty, his little sister. She was five years old. She was wearing an All Might onesie, holding the hand of her older brother as they walked along the road.

I turned around and sat on the floor. I needed a reason to go out there. This was it. But did I want to go out there?

I groaned as I looked up at the ceiling.

I heard footsteps. I turned my head to the doorway.

“Love, are you okay?” It was just mum.

“Yes mum, I’m okay” I smiled.

“Aww… My baby boy,” she said as she walked towards me with her arms outstretched.

She went down on the floor and hugged me. She was too sympathetic and sweet, and that was okay.

Just then I heard louder, faster footsteps. My brother was running in the hallway.

“Mum! Mummy! Mummy where are you?” he screamed.

“Oh no…” my mum sighed. “Just wait,” she said as she took her arms back and stood up.

“Kenneth!” she called out. “I’m in your brother’s room!”

He appeared at my doorway.

“Aww… Is Little Marshy back in his period? Does he need Mummy’s little hugs again?” he teased.

“Ken, just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I’ve turned into a girl!” I yelled at him, jumping up onto my feet.

He giggled.

“Boys, please! No more fighting!” my mother pleaded.

When I came out to my family on my thirteenth birthday, nobody complained nor teased me. They all just congratulated me and said things like, “Marshall, I’m so proud of you!” or “Hey, it takes guts to do what you just did,” and “So you like guys now?” Except for my brother. He was the oldest of all the kids and the youngest of all the grown-ups that time so he was a little bit of an attention seeker. It’s not that important.

“Anyways, Mum I can’t find my ukulele,” he said. He was going as Miguel from Coco. “Can I use Marshall’s instead?”

“What? Mum, no!” I exclaimed.

“No you may not. I will help you find your ukulele,” my mum said reasonably.

“Aw, sad,” said my brother.

My mum walked out of my room and brought my brother with her. Now I was alone in my room again.

I walked to my closet. I opened the door with the mirror on it. I saw my reflection through the empty mirror. I was so skinny unlike my brother. He wasn’t fat or skinny, just in the middle of the two. And my hair was a complete mess. I haven’t had a haircut in such a long time, the waves grew up until my shoulders. I tied the top part into a bun with a rubber band and the bangs and the lower part alone- I thought that ponytails made it too obvious that I wasn’t straight anymore.

I took my eyes off the mirror and into my closet. It was composed of mostly black clothes and some red, white, blue, and green pieces, but still: black.

I was searching through my closet looking for something clean and comfy to wear until the doorbell rang.

“Marshall!” my mum called out. “Can you please get that for me? I’m still here helping your brother!”

I sighed. “Sure Mum!” I yelled.

“Thank you so! And if it’s the trick-or-treaters, don’t forget to smile and try to guess their costumes!” she yelled.

I was already walking downstairs in my black hoodie, my red pajamas, and my black wool socks. When I got to the door, I didn’t bother to look through the peephole first before opening the door… I wish I did.

“Trick or treat!” screamed Kitty, holding up her cupped hands in front of me.

“Trick or treat,” said Daniel, smiling at me.

“Oh um…” I searched for the candy bowl on the table beside the door. Then I picked it up and held it out to Kitty. She gasped and happily grabbed two handfuls, shoving it into her onesie.

I felt my cheeks get warm. I forgot how tall he was. How charming. How kind.

“Kitty…” he said. Kitty looked up at his older brother with her bright blue eyes, both nearly being covered by her hood.

“I think you forgot something,” he continued.

Kitty looked at me and took a cute little bow.

“Thank you so much for the candies!” she said.

“Heh… Y-you’re wel-c-come!” I stuttered, smiling at Kitty.

“Hey,” said Daniel.

I looked at him. Shit he was pretty.

“Don’t I know you from somewhere?” he continued, tilting is head a bit.

“Uh, we’re in the same science class and some other classes,” I said as calm as possible. Keep it together man!

“Oh yeah! You’re that guy… Marshall! You’re Marshall, right?”

Oh my God. He remembers my name. “Yes. Marshall… I am Marshall.”

“Well, I am Daniel Woodrow.” He held his hand out. I shook it.

“Anyways, there’s gonna be a party at Quesita Lopez’s house later at ten. You can come if you want to.”

“Oh. Uh. Sure. I’ll be there. Where again?” I didn’t know where Q’s house was. I’ve never been invited to any of her parties before.

“Quesita Lopez’s house. It’s up in Hamilton street.”

“Oh yeah. Okay, thanks.”

“Okay. I’ll see ya there.”

He held Kitty’s hand and turned around to leave.

“Happy Halloween!” he called out. “And don’t forget to dress up!”

“Bye! Happy Halloween! I will!” I waved.

I watched them walk away then I shut the door and leaned on it, my head against the door.

“Well that went swimmingly.”

I turned around. Mum and Ken were standing behind me. He was fully in his costume - he used his ukulele, thank God.

“Mum, you know it didn’t,” I sighed.

“No you were actually calmed than me when I did it,” she said. “You were… cute.”

“Thanks, Mum.”

“Yeah, ‘thanks mom.’” mimicked my brother.

He walked past me, his ukulele strapped to his back and his pumpkin in his hand. He opened the door and walked out of the house.

Now it was Mum and me who were alone in the house.

“You have a few more hours till that party. Are you going or not?” she said.

“What?” I said, confused.

“Didn’t you tell the boy you were going to that party?”

“Yes.”

“Then what are you still doing here? Go and get ready!”

“Oh. Right.”

I ran upstairs and into my room. I had to dress up. But what do I dress up in?

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marshalltimothygraves · 4 years

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How to be a better writer pt. 2: Ask for Guidance

If you’re having trouble with grammar characterization or ANYTHING at all, contact someone you trust. Like in the real world, if you’re in need of medications for your depression, call a friend, your parents, or better yet, a doctor.

Asking for help doesn’t make you stupid, it actually makes you smarter. You’d figure out what you did wrong and how to make it better. The people who say that asking questions makes you stupid are those who are stupid. It’s true. WHY?

BECAUSE THEY AREN’T THINKING ABOUT IT CORRECTLY!!!

So if you need help in improving your writing, you can either contact an editor or a teacher or maybe you can use grammarly or penana.com.

Of course, you may also contact me through Tumblr by asking a question; but for a WHOLE DOCUMENT, I would rather you paste it on a GoogleDoc. Then maybe you could just send me the link. Up to you.

P. S. I am only an amateur writer, so you can’t really depend on me teaching you professionally. I also won’t be online all the time so there’s that.

#marsgraves #writing #writing tips #havefun

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marshalltimothygraves · 4 years

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Artists be like...

When it’s time to work on that new project: