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pillowbo · 1 month

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Does anyone else feel less distracted when they have another tab open, or multiple tabs open when writing? I feel less tempted to check a website when it's right there next to my doc strangely.

#wrtiers #authors

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carriereedwrites · 2 years

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WTF is The Promise of The Premise?

The other day I wrote about Premise - that deceptively simple but complex singular sentence that, if crafted well, can hook a reader and tell them what the story will be about without giving the story away.

Today, I want to talk about The Promise of The Premise and why it’s so stinking important to deliver on your promises.

First, let’s review. WTF is a Premise?

A premise is a single sentence that describes four things:

1. The protagonist

2. The protagonist’s goal

3. The crisis

4. Something unique or interesting that sets the story apart from others like it

Got it? Good. Now...

WTF is The Promise of The Premise?

I touched a bit on this explanation in my previous post about Premise here, but it bears repeating.

A well-crafted Premise will do two things:

1. Present questions to the reader without having to ask a single one

2. Pique their curiosity to the point where they need the answers to those questions

The Promise of The Premise will be how you, the writer, fulfill these two things. And yes, there is a wrong way to do this. First, I want to clarify how we identify the Promises in The Premise.

Here's an example Premise:

A witch whose magic constantly misfires accidentally summons the most terrifyingly tempting Alpha werewolf to rule the US in order to save magical families being hunted by a demon.

We've fulfilled the four requirements here. We have a witch (The Protagonist) whose magic constantly misfires (something unique) accidentally summons the most terrifyingly tempting Alpha werewolf to rule the US (the crisis) in order to save magical families being hunted by a demon (the goal).

Just by a few key words, you can tell what kind of book this might be, or the genre/sub-genre this story is in.

Take a guess. Read the premise over again and write it down or remember it.

Do you know?

It's a fantasy romance. (Duh, I write romances.)

Fantasy for the witches, werewolves and magic. Romance for the "terrifyingly tempting" description of the Alpha werewolf. We have two promises we already need to fulfill here. Subconsciously, the reader will expect some kind of magical adventure and our witch is going to be tempted by this werewolf's hotness.

Now, keep in mind, you're not just trying to hook every single reader out there. And this Premise isn't meant to hook someone who's looking to read a mystery or sci-fi. This Premise is built to hook romance readers. And trust me, readers know what to look for.

If you've ever been fishing, you don't just go to any ol' body of water, throw your bait in with whatever fishing rod you got and hope to catch something good. There's some planning involved. There's a particular fish you're after and it's your job to know what kind of bait, hook and rod to use. If you don't, you may be catching fish you don't want or worse - no fish at all.

This is why crafting your Premise a certain way is important to the genre of the story you're writing in.

Most genres have built-in Promises you need to fulfill in order to hook readers in and leave them satisfied. And yes, that's another post for another time.

Right now, what we're going to be focusing on is the concept of The Promise, by using the romance genre as an example.

For a story to be considered a romance, two things are required to happen: Love Conquers All and the book must end with an HEA (Happily Ever After) or an HFN (Happy For Now).

For a story to be considered fantasy, we need to have some sort of, well, fantasy element - we have witches, magic, werewolves and demons. Consistent with this genre, it's also expected that the heroes will save the day from the forces of evil.

Based on these Promises, the reader will automatically expect the following to be fulfilled:

Our witch and werewolf will save these families from the clutches of a demon

The witch and werewolf fall unexpectedly in love

Their love will help them conquer over the forces of evil

And just because the werewolf is "terrifyingly tempting," there may be some naughty scenes between him and our witchy heroine

Through fire and flame, our two heroes will be committed to each other and live in blissful domestication (or if this is Book One, maybe not just yet)

Seems like a lot, yes. But, if you do it right, a lot of these Promises and elements will pull double-triple duty and provide character development, world building, and drive plot. One scene can and should do a multitude of things like foreshadowing, moving plot, upping the stakes, insight to a character’s backstory, etc.

In the words of Alton Brown, “NO SINGLE USE GADGETS ALLOWED.”

Now, let's address the other Promises you must fulfill. Yes, there's more!

Remember how I said a good Premise will present questions without having to ask a single one? Take a look at this:

A witch whose magic constantly misfires (How did she get like this? Why does it misfire?) accidentally summons (How did she accidentally summon someone?) the most terrifyingly tempting Alpha werewolf to rule the US (Why is he tempting? Is the witch attracted to him? And is he terrifying because he's mean, ruthless, a killer? Why?) in order to save magical families being hunted by a demon (Why is this demon hunting these families? Did these families do something to the demon? What's the reason behind the attack?).

All of these questions aren't just questions to leave the reader in a state of suspense. Yes, you want to hook readers in but you don't want to deceive them, either.

Honestly, you'll have a mob of upset readers for not answering any of these questions. Even more, if you don't answer these questions with a satisfying answer.

If you promise your readers a terrifyingly tempting Alpha werewolf, he better come through with some hot looks, bedroom talk, and a dominant personality.

If you have a witch whose magic misfires and accidentally summons people she doesn't mean to, then she can't be proficient in magic. But, because she's the heroine, she needs to be capable in a different way that causes the reader cheer her on.

If you have a demon hunting magical families, the demon needs to be big, bad and powerful to murder witches, right? Don't magically make him incapable at the climax because your heroes need the good ending. Your heroes need to find a way to defeat this foe through trial and tribulation because your reader is expecting them to meet the challenge.

Fulfilling The Promise of The Premise will leave your readers both satisfied and wanting more. So, why not give them what they want?

As you're plotting and drafting, keep your Premise in mind. Understand and remember the Promises you need to keep. If you can do that, you're well on your way of being an accomplished writer.

If you have any questions, or comments please feel free to drop them here! My DMs are also open! And as always...

~ Happy Writing, Ya'll ~

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kardions · 2 years

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Cutting Corners, part 2 (ffxiv write: day 5)

the sequel!

3pm, lecture hall, end of class.

“Thaliak, a moment, please,” the professor called out.

Students milled about, collected their belongings, chattered amongst themselves and exited the lecture hall. Many gave pause to glance at Braedyn as they slowly made their way to the front of the room to meet with the instructor. Many glances were made through fluttering eyelashes and flushed faces, while others were made with contorted grimaces.

The Elezen, formally known as Thaliak, had an infamous reputation at The Studium for being one of the brightest minds in attendance but never applying any of their natural intelligence. Their peers both loved and loathed them; jealous they could never hope to have a fraction of their scholarly aptitude but also appreciative of when Thaliak offered assistance with coursework. Braedyn—Thaliak—, however, had many reservations about the title bestowed upon them. He approached his professor; they were the only two present in the lecture hall now.

“Listen, Dr. Logios, I’m sorry about the freak out earlier. It’s just… I don’t want my friends thinking that I think I’m superior because of my residency and stuff,” Braedyn started. “The ‘Thaliak’ thing is super embarrassing and alienates me from my peers, y’know?”

The tall, mid-50s Elezen woman with silver hair tied into a bun adjusted her glasses. “Unfortunately, the fate of this Star does not care for the opinion of our ‘friends’, Thaliak. I know your research has revealed this to you.” She sat at her desk and gave them a knowing look.

Braedyn sighed and placed themself on a desk opposite Dr. Logios, legs crossed. “Yeah, and it sucks. But you’ve gotta understand that I’m still young and just wanna have fun! I always do the work I’m give—”

“The fate of this Star does not care for your ‘fun’.” The professor’s biting words stung with every syllable.

Braedyn knew that he couldn’t waste time being a person—the Final Days were upon all of mankind. Being the one to discover that the Star would be met with such a volatile fate held an unbearable weight that he wanted to rid himself of. Nobody ever asked them how they fared, nor how they came to the conclusion that an apocalypse was imminent. No, instead, the Sharlayan scholars did as they always did when new or contradictory information was revealed: scrutinise. Those same scholars claimed they were “studying” and “hypothesising”.

Braedyn sighed. “Leave me alone, dude. I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired. I don’t want to preserve Sharlayan or Elpis. I just want to exist, okay?”

“I can understand your conflicting dichotomy bu–”

“No! You don’t understand! You put the weight of the world on my shoulders and expected me to agree to playing hero. I can’t do this anymore!,” Braedyn shouted. “I’m not your puppet! Let me study on my own terms!”

Dr. Logios sighed, shoulders finally relaxing. She carefully removed her glasses and pinched the bridge of her nose before speaking. “Do you know why you were given the title of ‘Thaliak’, Braedyn?”

The young Elezen’s ears twitched upon hearing their name. “To assert dominance by stripping me of my original identity and forming me to your will?,” he teased. Dr. Logios was not amused; she cocked an eyebrow. “Okay, no, I don’t. When you chose me to be your assistant and student resident you, and the other Forum members, kinda just unanimously thrust ‘Thaliak’ upon me.”

“The title is derived from the words ‘thal’ and ‘iak’. Their etymology leads us to believe they mean ‘perhaps’ and ‘medicine’, respectively. You are an enigma, child, so ‘perhaps’ seemed fitting. As for ‘iak’: we noticed you have a natural aptitude towards healing magicks,” Dr. Logios explained. “We noticed your potential and have bestowed upon you the honour of being one of The Twelve.”

Braedyn’s back straightened and they furrowed their brows, head tilted slightly. He never realised how much his professor, and her colleagues, actually cared about him—or his research contributions, at least. Knowing that his value was contingent on his academic contributions didn’t sit well with Braedyn. However, holding a seat on The Twelve’s Council was encouraging, to say the least.

“Tell me, again, about The Twelve. I was briefed, but, uh… yeah, that explanation was brief, heh,” they responded.

Dr. Logios nodded. “Of course. You have the right to know. The Twelve’s Council—better known as ‘The Twelve’—are Twelve individuals (a.n. Nald’Thal will be explained later) who have showcased exceptional aptitude to a pillar or facet of mankind. For example, you have been crowned ‘Thaliak’ for your contributions to medicine, medical research and the scholarly arts. Similarly, your colleague ‘Byregot’ has developed new methods for building and crafting products that will sustain future generations.”

“And Nophica has figured out progressive methods of agriculture, right?”

“Please do give her more credit, but yes, that is correct,” Dr. Logios responded curtly. “And you do remember when the first Council meeting will be held, correct? And you will be in attendance?”

Braedyn’s visage broke out in a nervous smile. They did not remember, or rather, did not care to remember when the meeting would commence. He was actually hoping to avoid the aforementioned meeting and conduct personal research in Elpis. Sitting in a stuffy room, at a round table, with strangers, did not appeal to Braedyn. They would much rather prefer to be surrounded by prototype Concepts and the ethereal flora of Elpis.

“Yeah, totally.” He waved a hand nonchalantly, signifying that he did not want to be pressed further. “I remember when it’s gonna happen.”

This was not a complete lie. While Braedyn did not care to remember when the Council meeting would commence, their superior memory retention betrayed them; they knew the meeting would be held in four days’ time. He purposefully avoided his superior’s question of attendance and hoped she would not notice this tactical evasion.

“Thaliak, I’m a Forum member and researcher by trade. Listening and debating are my lifeblood. Please answer my question about your attendance. Please stop cutting corners—and dodging behind them while you’re at it.”

“Fuck. She caught me,” they thought to themself.

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mmiykyk · 1 year

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#spilled ink #poetry #poems on tumblr #wrtiers #art #writeblr #lgbt pride #lgbtq representation #lgbt art #gay love

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willgrahamkinnie · 2 years

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Writing is so scary...Like, what if I start writing and I think of a new scene that would change the direction the story is heading in?

#so scary #wrtiers #writing problems #fanfic #writing #writing meme #writing memes

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abhi-na-jaao-chhod-kar · 2 years

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ایک مدّت سے تیری یاد بھی اںٔی نا ہمیں

اور تمہیں بھول گئے ہوں ہم ایسا بھی نہیں ۔

Ek muddat (long time ) se teri yaad bhi aayi na hame

Or tumhe bhul gaye ho hum aisa bhi nahi .

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theplateau · 2 years

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Give Your All or Nothing at All

I think a title like this can allude to the idea that I’m someone who accepts either black or white, peace or war, A or B.

I guess it says a lot about me if I openly admit that I either give something my all or I don’t even bother about it at all.

It’s not because I can’t allow room for shades of gray; it’s because I don’t want to gamble with my time on probabilities.

Probabilities make my biggest disappointments. If I’m not 100% sure that something is worth the time, I refuse to make time for it—and I don’t take others’ opinions as sound advice when it comes to this.

But once I find the right opportunity, I naturally tell myself, “Okay, you might as well go the extra mile with this since you’ve already decided to invest your most valuable asset [my time] in it.”

It’s not about shifting from A or B to A and B; it’s just about the fact that you won’t be a better judge in this than me.

There’s only so much time in a day with too many things on my plate. So if I choose to give something nothing at all, it’s because I care for myself. (And not because I’m inflexible or rigid.)

I may sound ratchet today, but sometimes people get mad when you don’t make time for something they want—not caring that you actually have a life to handle.

My time is limited, and so is my energy.

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youwillbethedeathofme · 2 years

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people who cry thinking about memories associated with a song are my favourite genre

#thoughts #music #dark #sad #song #love #wrtieblr #writers on tumblr #wrtiers #original writing

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nimy90 · 1 year

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hi tumblr! im nim and i write stories! im currently having some financial problems, like paying for food, and gas and the likes and currently live with relatives. so im advertising my service!

ill write anything you can think of! from a horror story, to romance, to fan fics! dm me and we can work out a price! im currently writing a story i hope to share in the coming days so stay tuned!

#wrtiers #writing #small artist #horror #fanfic

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cccat-in-a-meat-sack · 3 months

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Writers come to me

For every 1k notes this gets, I will write 1 chapter of my book (There's 35 chapters)

Please help me

#wrtier #writers #writers on tumblr #the fact i misspelled writer kinda says a lot #you just checked to see if i misspelled writer

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miniatureballoonstranger · 1 year

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A megértés

- Most van az időpontod?- Igen!

- Mikor foglaltad le?

- Még hat hete.

- Ok, elfelejtettem, de semmi gond. Leveszem a kabátot és jövök, addig tedd magad le a kényelmes székre.

- Rendben, de azért mond el kérlek, hogy mire számítsak!

- Nyugalomra, odafigyelésre, törődésre, és legfőképpen lelki megújulásra.

- Amiket felsoroltál az nem fog menni ennyi idő alatt nekem...

- Dehogynem, majd adom az ütemet, figyeled, amit mondok, és minden jobb lesz.

- Rendben.

- Mindjárt jövök, csak készítek egy kávét magamnak. Mit is mondtál, mennyi időd van?

- Hát, kábé egy órám. Ennyi idő alatt tudsz valamit csinálni velem?

- Hogyne tudnék, sokat is. El sem fogod hinni, hogy mennyi mindent tudok egy beülés alatt.

- Az jó lesz. Lajos már mondta, hogy jöjjek el, mert meg kell újulnom. Lelkileg megtisztulnom, kicsit kiengedni a gőzt. Egész nap csak gyűlik bennem a feszültség. Itt úgy érzem, hogy magam lehetek. Elmondhatom, ami bánt és csak megértést kapok, nem ítélkezik senki felettem. Jössz már?

- Igen, tadaaammmm... már itt is vagyok. Én is leülök. Elválaszt minket egy támla, de ez ne zavarjon. Kicsit majd közelebb hajolok.

- Ok, tehát, mit mondjak?

- Mindent, ami bánt téged. Mindenről mesélj, ami nem úgy sült el, ahogy szeretted volna. Meséld el, hogy mi volt a munkahelyeden, a faiddal, a férjeddel. Mit érzel, amióta kiment a legjobb barátnőd Svédországba, hogyan jössz ki az anyósoddal...

- Ez nekem annyira megnyugtató, hogy ezeket tudod már rólam. Nos... A munkahelyem szar. Szar volt már akkor is, amikor legutóbb beszéltünk, és azóta sem lett jobb a helyzet. A főnököm egy idegbeteg állat. Mindenkivel csak üvöltözik. Ha valaki valamit elront, akkor gyakorlatilag lehülyézi. A múltkor is elütöttem egy számot az árurendelési Excelben, persze rögtön kiszúrta, és akkora botrányt csinált belőle, hogy a szomszéd szobából átjött a kolléganő az üvöltözésre.

- Nem lehet, hogy valami baja van neki is. Lehet, hogy még nem találta meg az útját, és kétségek között vergődik. Lehet, hogy neked kellene megértőbbnek lenned. Te már megtaláltad az ösvényt a megvilágosodás felé.

- Nem tudom, lehet, hogy nekem kell türelmesebbnek lennem, de nem tudok. Amikor elkezd üvöltözni, bennem is felmegy a pumpa. Egy darabig hallgatok, majd kitör belőlem is a gonosz, pedig ezt utálom. Pont az Excel-táblás ordítozásnál odaszúrtam neki, hogy ennyire szar főnököm soha nem volt még. Azt hittem, hogy ott helyben kirúg, de nem. Képzelheted, a balhé után napokig egy frászban voltam, hogy mi lesz velem.

- Látod, már elő is jött az egyik jó tulajdonsága. Nem bosszúálló. Ezt kell nézni. Ha ebből indulsz ki, akkor már jó úton vagy, hogy megértsd a mozgatórugóit, azért...

-De nem tudom, és nem is akarom megérteni. Utálom az ilyen arrogáns, pökhendi pöcsöket. Az nem hibázik, aki nem dolgozik, ő sem tökéletes.

- Tudom, hogy nem az, de azért látni kell az emberi oldalát is, mit miért tesz. A hajad viszont nagyon szép, amikor beültél, már akkor is láttam, hogy szép fényes. Látszik, hogy ápolod.

- Igen, minden hajmosásnál teszek rá kondicionálót. Attól ennyire szép. Na, jó, a főnököt hagyjuk. Viszont a gyerektől a falra mászom. Kamaszodik, és egyre hülyébb. Nem beszél, hiába kérdezem, hogy mi volt a suliban, csak vonogatja a vállát. A múltkor már annyira felhúzott, hogy belenéztem a mobiljába. Elment a vécére, addig kitúrtam, hogy miket chatel a többiekkel és milyen üzeneteket küld. Képzeld, kiderült, hogy van egy csaj, aki tetszik neki. De szerintem nem mer kezdeményezni. Azt hiszem, hogy az osztálytársa. Nem értem, hogy miért nem hívja randira. Egyetlen üzenetben sem kérdezte meg a lányt, hogy akar-e találkozni. Végül a hölgyike írt rá. Megkérdezte a kis rámenős luvnya a fiamtól Messengeren, hogy elmennének-e moziba. És mit gondolsz, mit válaszolt az én hülye gyerekem? Na, nem fogod kitalálni. Azt írta vissza, hogy „adom”...

- És ez miért baj. Válaszolt a lánynak, vagy nem?

- De mi a tök az az „adom”? Ezt, hogy érti, mit ad? Pénzt, szót, kenyeret? Ez már megint milyen kamaszos baromság, hogy „adom”?

- Szerintem nem vagy tisztában a szó jelentésével. Ez náluk azt jelenti, hogy rendben. Ez a legújabb szleng.

- Ja, hogy ez a legújabb... Ok, akkor már értem. De, hogy te mennyire képben vagy, ez a nem semmi. Pedig az ember nem is gondolná rólad. Egész nap kuksolsz egy lukban, néha jönnek hozzád emberek. Beszélgetsz velük, ők kiöntik a lelküket, te meghallgatod.

- Igen, mert a munkám része. Látod, téged is meghallgatlak. És már az egyik mozaikkocka a helyére is került az életedben. Tudod, hogy mi az az „adom”, és remélem, hogy a főnöködnek is előbb-utóbb meglátod a jó oldalát.

- Mondjuk az nehéz lesz. De, ha már a főnök szóba került. Az anyósom, az legalább annyira arrogáns, mint ez az állat. A múltkor felhív, hogy mit vegyen a gyereknek szülinapjára. Mondom neki, hogy semmit, mert mindene megvan. Erre erősködik nekem, hogy de ő venni akar, mondjak valamit. Ok, mondom, akkor vegyél neki művészeti könyvet. De nem kell új, menjél be egy antikváriumba, és onnan vásárolj egyet. Na, erre mit csinált?

- Mit? Figyelj, egy kicsit közelebb megyek hozzád, mert meg akarom nézni a hajszínedet.

- Gyere... Szóval azt csinálta, hogy bement a legelső Libribe és megvette a legdrágább művészeti albumot. Majdnem egy húszasba került. Azt hittem, hogy agyvérzést kapok, amikor megláttam. Azt nem értem, hogy akkor mi a francnak kérdezi meg, hogy mit vegyen. Vegyen akkor, amit akar. De ezzel most úgy feltolta a lécet, hogy nem tudom ezután, mi lesz elég értékes ajándék a gyereknek. Eddig ötezerért kapott valamit, most akkor már egy húszasért kell majd vásárolni neki?

- Nem akarsz kicsit elnézőbb lenni vele? Jót akart, szereti az unokáját, meg akarta lepni valami maradandóval. Szerintem semmilyen lécet nem tolt fel, egyszerűen örömöt akart szerezni.

- Lajos is ezt mondta. A drága Lajos. Egyszerűen imádom, attól a perctől kezdve, hogy elvitt az első randin egy oltári jót vacsorázni. Mindig tud rám hatni. Meglátja bennem a jót. A múltkor át akart cseszni az egyik eladó. Képzeld el, többet számított fel a rohadék a kenyérért, mint amennyibe az valójába került. Majd felrobbantam a boltban, éreztem, hogy vörösödni kezd a fejem, és nyitom a számat, hogy valami gonoszat mondjak. Erre Lajos odalép, és azt mondja, hogy „Kedves hölgyem, szerintem rosszul számolt, ez nem a Tigris Cipó, hanem a Rusztikus Zabos. Az egy kicsit olcsóbb.” És képzeld el, a pénztáros kiütötte az összeget és beírta a jót. Olyan büszke voltam Lajosra, hogy el nem tudom mondani. Utána még meg is dicsért engem, hogy nem engedtem az indulataimnak, és nem bántottam meg szegény pénztárost. Azt mondta, amit te, hogy én már látom a fényes ösvényt, amin haladni kell.

- Na, látod, hogy megy ez. Neki is sikerült meglátni a másikban az embert, neked is menni fog...

- Most miről beszélsz? Egész végig azt mondtam, hogy látom már az embert a másikban. Jó a főnököm a kivétel, de az anyósomnak, a gyerekemnek és Lajosomnak is látom már a mozgatórugóit. Sőt, már meg is értem őket. Egyedül Annát nem tudom még hova tenni az életemben.

- Miért, nem ment ki Svédországba végül?

- De, dehogy nem, de a kiutazás előtt nem sokat beszélt velem. Azt mondta, hogy nincs ideje. Aztán megláttam az elutazása napján, amint a másik barátnőnkkel ül egy cukrászdában. Nagyon dühös lettem, hogy mellőz.

- Lehet, hogy a barátnőtöknek szüksége volt rá. Lehet, hogy bajban volt, és segítséget kért Annától.

- Lehet, de akkor is szemétség volt tőle. Bár a múltkor chateltünk, és azt mondta, hogy jól van kint. Megvolt kint az esküvője, megjegyzem arra sem hívott meg, és nagyon szép helyen laknak Stockholmban. A férjének van egy loft lakása, oda költözött ő is. Azt is írta, hogy látja mindennap a svéd miniszterelnököt. A házuk előtt bicajozik el, és ha Anna kint van a ház kertjében, akkor köszön neki. Képzeld, nem kell dolgoznia sem, annyira sokat keres a pasi, hogy Anna otthon van és neveli a növényeit. Gyakorlatilag 55 évesen nyugdíjba ment a mázlista. Várj, mutatok egy képet Annáról, előkeresem a mobilomból. Jaj, de jó, hogy szóba került, látod, ilyen hajat szeretnék. Ha le tudnád így vágni, azt megköszönném.

- Persze, meglesz. Anna nagyon szép, és jó is ez a haj. Szerintem neked, is jól fog állni. Még maradt 45 percünk.

#short story #wrtiers #soul #women writers #psichology #conversation

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afuckingdisgrace · 2 years

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I hate writers. They give me such hope.

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deadhumourist4loif · 2 years

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Remember those nights of pink skies and unicorns?

Back when we loved to colour dark , lonely houses with our laughters and adorn tainted hearts....A time so golden that recalling those bright moments still blinds me into believing in the possibility of love.... Memories of my good years spent tasting happiness on the tip of our tongues while bathing in illicit sensations serve as an emollient to my soul...

I wonder where would all these pretty moments captured by our hearts go when our hearts are no longer beating?

Won't the world know bout the secrets shared hiding in the closet , the spoiling of a girl by a certain mischievous pair of eyes?

My vision blurs the present into a kaleidoscope of the past events.....Golden , pure and standing still against the ruthless pace of world are the unblemished recollections of those old times .... Then, love didn't ask for much. It didn't compel me to fall. Love just took my hand and kept me away from the deafening noises of the adult world.

Back then , trouble meant following you through the woods after dark... I couldn't learn to resist the twinkle of your blue eyes...

You once said, " That's how Satan tempts people, beauty is indeed tempting"

And bcz I was curious to a fault, it never really occurred what you meant with that..

Was it a challenge or a warning?

But one thing I'm sure of , I was intrigued by the adventures your elysian eyes promised....A summer left me ineffably cold... Something ethereal mesmerized me , something that I was afraid would slip through my fingers and be lost in the air... Something that felt like love...A summer love....My young mind couldn't comprehend it but was keen on keeping it close to my heart.....

They told me it's not real , just one of the creations of my imaginary world like fairies and angels...

They didn't know bout the magic of your whispers, the tingles they would leave.....The twinkle in your eyes dimmed all other sparkling toys..

Even unicorns and fairies.

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nidhimaliksthoughts · 2 years

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Live ur life fully & happily, make all the beautiful moments possible..always live the moment.. becz who knows kal ho na ho!

Think about it:)

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thecrownisagift · 3 months

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The "we had a whole love story planned out between these two characters from pilot to finale but then a third actor came in and was just so charasmatic and had better chemistry so we changed the entire show around him" might be my favorite TV trope!

#can literally name so many shows where this is the story that the actors or wrtiers tell and its always the best otp cause it feels real #new girl #jake johnson #shameless #mickey milkovich #noel fisher #hart of dixie #wilson bethel #naley #one tree hill #tv #veronica mars #veronica x logan

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hathaway-hayes · 28 days

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It’s all and painfully honest; I could be him, When I know he’s still me. I know, because we’ve both Failed; as he haunts when I Hold her and suffers even more When I never let go.

And it’s all and brutally obvious; He’d never be me, But I’d somehow become him. I know, because we’ve both Failed, as he taunts when he Sees me suffer, painfully penitent, And the greenest to be let go of.

I await my smile, again.

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