#upcomingwriter

[quirkylittleworlds]

“I can’t be with you. I can sleep with you, Charlie, but you know I can’t be with you.” “Why?” he asked her. “Stop it. You don’t want this.” She scrunched up her nose and squeezed her eyes shut, swaying slightly away from him. “I do want this.” His words sounded empty to her. They danced off his tongue like he was acting for a part. There was no weight in them, no urgency, not even the slightest touch of desperation. It just sounded like he didn’t want to be alone. Charlie’s hand ran up her bare thigh and slid to the inside, lightly pulling her leg closer to him. She let her legs separate to his will and rested her back against his chest. He was so close to her, and his breath was hot on her shoulder. He played with a new kind of flame. She could feel his selfish intentions vibrate in his fingertips as they traced over her skin. “I don’t believe you,” she said. “Let me prove it.” Her body disobeyed her as her head turned towards him, but she still didn’t meet his light brown eyes. If she looked at them, she’d lose all of her strength in seconds. He lifted his hand from her thigh, leaving it cold and missing his warmth, then brought it up to play with a strand of her hair. “No,” she whimpered. He moved his face in to pick up her lips with his, and she responded to his slightest touch. He was wet and smooth and tempting against her dry, swollen lips. “Be with me,” Charlie begged. She sat frozen and quivering, knowing that kissing him back would say ‘yes’… but she did it anyway. Excerpt Featuring Clara Catharine Miller from Quirky Galaxies. #writersofinstagram #writer #writerscommunity #writers #booktok #bookstagram #bookrecommendations #author #authorsofinstagram #quotes #poetry #books #newbookstagrammer #newbook #upcomingwriter #upcoming #poetry #newbooks https://www.instagram.com/p/CeFthkeuyoj/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[dailydoseofdaisyrose]

GREETINGS FROM MY GARDEN

It was during the primitive hours of 2AM on February 18th, 2023 that the impulsive conception of this blog came to be. See, I never thought the idea of starting a blog would manifest into anything other than a humorous notion to play with when the realities of my soul sucking 9-5 job became too unbearable; yet here I am sitting at my freshly cleaned Ikea desk typing my future away. 

With this blog I intend to post the random, spontaneous, personal thoughts that float mindlessly through my head all day. This is my safe space, and pretty much my glass journal so join me, Daisy Rose, through the days as I experience and document my journey into the mystical unknown that is the future. 

#newbloggers #blog #flowers #daisyrose #writer #upcomingwriter #poet #journaling #self help #self improvement #motivation

[verygalaxygarden]

M!Crush x NB!Reader

Warning(s): None

(This is just a draft, so please tell me your thoughts and if I should continue to make this a small story)

It wasn't new for your school to get transfer students all throughout the year. In your opinion; too many people have transferred there. About twenty new students had arrived this year at least that's what you counted; there could be more. Almost everyday there was a new kid; today was no different.

You were sitting in your first hour class when a guy, you had never seen before, walked into the classroom. The teacher introduced him as (C/n). You had to admit, the guy was cute. Unfortunately, just being cute wouldn't stop you from distancing yourself from him; you were an introvert after all, but then the teacher sat him down right next to you, so you had to deal with him for now.

A few minutes passed as the teacher proceeded to do their job. You saw a piece of paper slide onto your desk, and you turned to see who it was from. It was from the new kid, what was his name? (C/n)? Yeah, that might be right. You quirked an eyebrow at him. Is he serious? He had to use the most cliche way to get your attention. When he saw your expression; he sent you the cutest smile that you had ever seen in your life. The only thought on your mind was, 'Stop being so cute, idiot.'

(Please give me some feedback on this I've been procrastinating with this for months)

#Crushxreader #xreader #upcomingwriter? #crush x reader #Male! crush x reader #m!crush x reader

[siahssoul]

a piece I wrote in about 45 minutes.

The Menace on Mulberry St

can be Untouchable.

With every menace, there’s a method and to every method there’s some madness , and almost every menace is blind to their madness, covered in splashes of every shade of gray in the world.

We watch our men start wars.

A hypocritical kind of grief, one that goes back and forth and

back and forth ,

opening up doors you can’t close.

Like the wounds on your chest. The ones you want me kiss. And touch. And mend . And heal , carry you want me to carry the king I know you to be, the one you huddle and hide because he scares you, because he did not know love, because you turned that love into menace, into hate, you turned it into fuel, shades and sparks of green, fury enough power to hop off the fucking porch , but not enough to get out the hood , all the knowledge in the world to see you through 10 winters but not even half the wisdom you’d need to survive them.

Stuck.

Because you have now run out of your luck. Your out of pressure so no more turning diamonds, into dust . You became okay in your world filled with just enough.

And somehow your guns worth it. Some how, the will to raise your hand, finger where the trigger stands in ways taller than you.

Hes bout to fall, but not fall harder than you.

You don’t own it the ruthlessness owns you. And with the power thats vested in your skin, only you can chain the menace back to mulberry st again

#writing #spilled poetry #poetry #poem #poetsandwriters #upcomingwriter #journal #journey #grief tw

[offficialniya1]

The Proficientes

I haven’t actually started this short story series, but soon I will. Im Currently still planning everything out, but this short story series will be coming soon… STAY TUNED

#writers #writer #shortstories #stories #mystery #mystery/horror #upcomingwriter

[valiantcherryblossomeagle-blog1]

Silent Thoughts!

Being with you was like a dream come true

Until you walked away like having a nightmare that I can’t wake up from!

~CherryblossomJD

#poetry #poet #silent thoughts #:pensive: #writer on tumblr #upcomingwriter #thoughtoftheday

[evincepub-publishing-world]

Countdown begins....Releasing on #26th July #debutbook #newbook #author #writer #upcomingwriter #thoughts #ideas #book #poems #poem #poemonlife #life #abstract #love #impulse 3 days to go 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳 (at Bilaspur, Chhattisgarh) https://www.instagram.com/p/CC_nouNHQu2/?igshid=1x6n6ow2lx2z4

#26th #debutbook #newbook #author #writer #upcomingwriter #thoughts #ideas #book #poems #poem #poemonlife #life #abstract #love #impulse

[httpsraniasvibess-blog]

lately, trouble seems to be following me everywhere.

httpsraniasvibess

#httpsraniasvibess #ig@httpsraniasvibess #writing #writer #upcomingwriter #startup #original #poems #love #aesthetic #glow #purple #blog #lit

[deejlove24]

Day 1 - Writers Block 😩

Thankful for how open minded I am! It’s a blessing. It’s a great feeling to read my own stories, personal journal entries, and realize that I can do A LOT! I’ve been out of college with my BA in Communication for 1 year and I have yet to share my writing with the world ..... BUT FUCK it 2017 wasn’t my year, but THIS NEW YEAR (2018) #TakeRisks

I will post and share some stories and thoughts.

#Writersblock #UpcomingWriters #UpcomingAuthors #takerisks

[baidenk]

Everybody faces some sort of restriction in life. Read #SetHerFree on wattpad by @salwaa_moe and find out how a regular teen battles the restrictions she faces in her life. Link in bio♤ #upcomingwriter #restrictions #adventure #books #bookstagram #booklover #wattpad #wattpadartist #talent

#restrictions #books #bookstagram #talent #wattpadartist #adventure #setherfree #upcomingwriter #booklover #wattpad

[quirkylittleworlds]

Travler Fitzgerald • messy long blonde hair, sharp jaw, green eyes and a little stubble. He’s eccentric. From the way he pulls the conversation in any dirction he wants. The way he finds metaphors in the mundane, melodies in the manic street, comfort in the gloom. Travler brings poetry to life, but he can be just as unreliable. • Travler Fitzgerald’s head is far beyond the clouds; it’s lost in space somewhere, weightless, directionless, and endlessly happy—at least, that’s how it seems to Maisie, and she wants to know how he does it. He introduces her to new friends with stories of their own, and new ways to see the world, but, with it, comes a whole new set of problems. Her passion for poetry could be exactly what she needs in order to find herself, or it could be the distraction that pulls her off track and the reason she loses everything. • #writersofinstagram #writer #writerscommunity #writers #booktok #bookstagram #bookrecommendations #author #authorsofinstagram #quotes #poetry #books #newbookstagrammer #newbook #upcomingwriter #upcoming #poetry #newbooks https://www.instagram.com/p/CctWmJwun1g/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[ramblingsetal]

The Trials Of An Upcoming Writer

The other day I took the little one to summer camp. It was a little far from home and going back after leaving him there didn’t make much sense, since I was to go back to pick him up in a couple of hours anyway. And it was still early in the day for shops or even libraries to be open yet; so I decided to hang around the reception for a half hour or so before I could take refuge in the nearest book shop.

You have nowhere to go!

So fifteen minutes in, I am sitting on one of the plastic chairs in the reception area fiddling with my phone when one of the organisers walks out for a water break and sees me. “How’s it going?” I ask smiling, to which she nods and smiles back and says, “good, they are getting to know each other…you comfortable out here?” and I answer in the affirmative. Then she goes back in and I get lost with my phone again. I am listing out ideas and coming up with openers for my future blog posts and before I know it, she is back. A shocked glance at my watch tells me I have been sitting there well over an hour!

“Oh, you are still here!” she exclaims now. “Didn’t have anywhere else to be just now…” I say embarrassed. “So tell me, Rashmi, do you work?” she asks. “Yes. I am a writer,” I am only too happy to share. “A writer! Wow! So what do you write? I mean what was the last thing you wrote? Anything I might have read?” (Why do people always ask that? How am I to know what sort of reading they prefer?) “Mmmmm….I write online…short stories, articles….I blog….” I fumble, realising how lame I sound even to my own ears! And then she smiles and nods and asks for the link to my blog which I agree to send to her and that is that!

Embarrassing Moments

It reminded me of an instance some years back, when I met a fellow parent at school. As we waited for the kids to come out, she had asked me if I work. I said yes, I blog. My blog was called Rashmi’s Space at the time and I told her so. “Cool!” she said, “so you are Rashmi? I am Priya.” For a moment I didn’t realise how she knew my name as we were chatting for the first time; but then I got it and I only prayed that she couldn’t see my face going red with embarrassment! The first thing I did that night was change the name of my blog!

Sometimes (or most times) it is moments like these, that get to me. You see, when someone asks an upcoming writer like me what I do, instead of saying all these interesting things that I actually do, I end up going blank and wishing there was some professional title to what I really do! You know, every time I say I write, people get really excited till they find out I am only an upcoming writer; and then they just smile because they have no idea what to do with that.

You are always on Facebook (or Twitter or whatever, but always on your phone)!

And that’s not even the real problem. The actual fun part is when I promote my articles and blog posts on social media. Now we all know, social media is all pervasive and can make anyone famous (or infamous) overnight! And for a blogger/writer, this is heaven! You write a post, you publish it and then you share it on social media. You expect all your friends will like it and comment on it. And then you dream that you have reached the pinnacle of popularity!

But the reality is quite different. When you post (frequently) on Facebook and other social media, two things happen – one, your family thinks (and my little one actually says this to me) that you have a lot of free time as you are always on Facebook! And two, your friends (the very same ones you are counting on to spread a good word or two about your work) get tired of your posts and reposts and promotions and just stop responding. Not that you can blame them, it isn’t easy being bombarded with feeds of your “memories” of past glories and snippets of your new posts every waking hour of the day!

Do you have a website?

Right. So then you decide to explore other avenues to get yourself noticed. And you set up your own website (that is a must these days; everyone expects you to have your own website even if you are into gardening as a hobby or anyone looking for hobbies as a hobby)! So you go ahead and create a website or set up a blog for yourself. Then you set up a Facebook page and/or Twitter account for that blog/website and then you wait for the readers to bite. You wait patiently. But at the end of a month you make peace with the fact that a newbie to Twitter barely gets any hits and everyone on Facebook is only interested in scrolling down with occasional likes thrown randomly towards the outstretched hands of the million posts that crowd their timeline. If you are lucky, your post gets a like, if you are very lucky (and have been diligently liking and commenting on others’ posts), you get a comment; but if it’s not your day, well, you can hope for a better tomorrow!

But your best friend said….

So now you begin to think that maybe promoting yourself through your blog is only going to get you so far. And you almost quit, realising, finally, the futility of all that you are doing. Better take up a real job where you can finally expect to see some moolah? But then you remember every single instance when your best friends and family have told you how much talent you have. You remember they say you are the best and you write so well and that you should, no must write that book that they know is in you! That gets your fledging hopes up, but, mere friends and family (bless them)’s moral support isn’t getting you any publishing deals (or even decent paid work). So the next thing you do is seek out websites who will be happy to publish your work. It is always good that someone else endorses you, right? At least, that’s what readers seem to think.

Who else is endorsing you?

So you search far and wide (and also watch your fellow bloggers/writers’ social feed) and finally get a few websites to bite. Then one day when you are twiddling your thumbs, you get an email from them inviting you to share your “exclusive work” on their website. They love the writing samples you sent, they say; so they would love to schedule a few of your posts! You are too decent to ask if it is paid work (but you are hoping it is); and they are too silent for your comfort. Eventually, you write for them (for free) and then continue to write for them (still for free) in the hope that it at least keeps you in public memory so people will know you when your book actually comes out.

Does it work at all?

But in few months you realise that you are losing your time, exclusivity and have practically no income to speak of. What’s more, this is delaying the work on your book more and more! So then you vow to keep away from distractions and concentrate on your book instead. Only to open your Facebook once again and see fellow bloggers engaging on social media and feel left out…and so the cycle begins again!

Is there an end to all this? Yes. Maybe one day you can tell people you are a published author. But till that day arrives, I (and anyone else in my position) continue to face the trials of an upcoming writer.  

#writing #upcomingwriter #writerlife

[jorgeserranoalfonzo]

Credits to @reinienicole. #writer #inspiration #truth #amazing #upcomingwriter #depresion #sadness #sad

[purpledazepainter]

If I could do it all over again, I would have never got married and should of kept my kids, and be another single black mother. Then have a man, lose custody of my children because I was pushed to do so many things i did not want to do. Like give my body to a man to abuse me so much, that i didn’t have enough energy to raise my kids #hardlife #poverty is real. I was weak, and now i’m trying to gain my strength through writing. #upcomingwriter

[girlnextdoor28-blog1]

When u fall back down,smell the roses❤🌹

SilentStorm❤

#upcomingwriter #nohate #loveeveryone #roseslover