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i have tagged them #creative writing so block or read them, the choice is yours x

so i never post to this blog anymore and the reason is i’ve just fallen out of love with fan fiction writing for this blog. i have, however, just started a subject at uni in which the second assessment is a 1500 creative writing piece and I AM LIVING FOR IT. so bc every workshop is now a lot of quick writing exercises I’m going to post some of the ones I like here. they’re not Shawn related so I’ll tag all of them but i would love to share them for others to critique 

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a dirt road. full of hope.

It curved over the landscape, cutting into hills and running alongside streams, forever in motion, always moving forward. There is no sound out here, no chatter, not even of birds. All that makes a noise is the gentle pat-pat-pat of shoes on soft dirt. Even the wind over the grassy hills falls silent as if in reverence of the journey we are making. Nothing but a light finger of it caresses our hair, the faint taste of it sweet on our tongues. Just like the road, we are forever in motion, always moving forward to our long-awaited destination.

#the title were the prompts i chose #mine #creative writing #inspired by #el camino de santiago

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highfalutin’

I won’t take no nonsense from these highfalutin’ fellas in the dang government, Ronald huffs to himself as he locks up. Over the open plains that surround the small, dusty town the burnt-orange sun is setting, bathing all of the tired, weather-worn buildings in fiery light. For two days straight he had been running himself ragged serving the upscale city-folk that had swanned in from who-knows-where to make absolutely certain that the humble country people were keeping the law.

#we literally just had to pick a word and write a scenario around it #so here #mine #creative writing

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Portrait of self through phone’s perspective

Does this bitch ever sleep? I grumble to myself as once again I am wakened from my doze. Her pale face is illuminated by my light, much like the moon on a starless night. And just like the moon, she has deep, blue gorges under her eyes, a result of not sleeping properly for a week.

Just like me, I conclude bitterly. Never able to surrender myself to the complete nothingness of true slumber, I lie here in a half-sleep, always awaiting her summon to action for some unimportant task.

#creative writing #mine

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so i never post to this blog anymore and the reason is i’ve just fallen out of love with fan fiction writing for this blog. i have, however, just started a subject at uni in which the second assessment is a 1500 creative writing piece and I AM LIVING FOR IT. so bc every workshop is now a lot of quick writing exercises I’m going to post some of the ones I like here. they’re not Shawn related so I’ll tag all of them but i would love to share them for others to critique 

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Anyone else having a crisis because it took them upwards of 5 years to really understand how truly hard Christianity is because they accepted the i-love-and-affirm-everyone version acceptable to most modern young people and not the centuries-old established rules and precepts but are just now questioning the major tenets of modern left-wing ideologies that have been their home for years and are realising that they could very easily lose all of their friends and even their family for doing so? because same and i would really love someone to talk to about it. 

#signal boost #i know there are a lot of people of different faiths here #maybe someone can help

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when we’re lost and afraid, I think we need to remind ourselves how much control we have over the present, and let that guide us into making the changes that liberate us and bring us toward a brighter future. 

sometimes this means letting go of things or ideas that no longer serve us, while other times it’s about doing something different. something bold and unfamiliar. 

we owe it to ourselves to explore the paths untaken. even when it seems impossible, and especially when it’s scary. 

the payoff is worth it.

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by Luis Ortega

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everyone talks about 2018! shawn but people don’t ever mention

how

fine

2017! shawn

was

i

can’t

believe

nobody

talks

about this

#i miss 2017 shawnblr

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being on tumblr is literally just straight up vibing. no one knows who you are. no one knows what you look like. just vibes.

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I’m too fucking old for games. If you think I’m cute, tell me. If you wanna kiss my neck, do it. If you like me, act like it. I don’t have time for bullshit and mind games. I’m down for you and you only but don’t manipulate me.

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“baby it’s okay to tell me things. i don’t care if i’m busy and i’m sorry if it seems like i’m too busy for you”

You spent most of the weekend blowing off plans with friends in favor of staying in bed watching Netflix in the dark, alone. Your weekdays have been crazy. Between putting in extra hours at work and trying to figure out how to get all your homework done and not fall asleep in class, you don’t seem to have the energy for much else. Usually, you like hanging out with friends on the weekends and releasing stress that way, but after going nonstop for a whole month, it seems like you just need a break from reality altogether. It wasn’t entirely a conscious decision to go off the grid and ignore everyone. It was something that kind of just happened, but even as you became aware of what you were doing, isolating yourself, you weren’t surprised because you’ve done it before. When things get to be too much, its something you tend to do.

Your weekend of isolation turned into calling in sick to work on Monday because you just weren’t ready to face the world and you convinced yourself you just needed one more day to recover and be ready to face all of life’s demands. When a knock comes on your door, you assume it’s one of your roommates coming to check on you again, so you just shout, “I’m fine.”

A few seconds of silence passes, and you assume they got the message and left, but soon, you hear a muffled voice, “Can I come in?”

Despite the door standing in the way, you know exactly who that voice belongs to. You sit up in bed in shock, closing your laptop and pushing it to the side as you scramble out of bed to unlock the door. You immediately pull it open and say, “What are you doing here?”

He wraps you up in his arms and says, “You didn’t answer my texts for three days.” As though that explains him showing up at your apartment when he was supposed to be in a different country. You don’t say anything, so he continues. “I thought you were mad at me about something, but Kate called and said you’ve been locking yourself in your room and not talking to anyone.”

You let him hold you tightly in his arms, treasuring the embrace and the physical contact. “What’s been going on? Why didn’t you call?” He questions, and you know he’s just concerned.

You shrug in response. “You’re busy.” Is all you say. “I didn’t want to bother you.”

He steps back a bit, sighing, “Baby it’s okay to tell me things. I don’t care if I’m busy, and I’m sorry if it seems like I’m too busy for you. I’m never too busy for you.”

“It wasn’t that big of a deal.” You shrug, even though you know you’re lying. 

“If you’re not coming out of your room for three days, then it is a big deal.” He responds forcefully, and then his tone softens. “If you’re stressed or overwhelmed, you have to talk to someone about it. Talk to me, talk to Kate, talk to your sister, but don’t keep it all in, baby.”

“I just needed some time,” You whisper, knowing that it’s a weak excuse and that he’s right. You should talk to someone when you start to become overwhelmed, but sometimes you just forget and resort back to the way you used to deal with things. The only way you knew how to deal with things before you knew that other people would be there to support you and take care of you.

“How about next time you need time you let someone take it with you?” Shawn questions and you just nod, closing the space between the two of you, just wanting to be in his arms again. Somehow he always makes you feel so much better. You didn’t know how much you needed him until he showed up. 

**I’m doing a little blurb night with dialogue prompts, so feel free to send some in!**

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harry styles, hozier and shawn mendes lockscreens! 💓

like/reblog if you save, please 💓

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two of his closest friends’ weddings and two first dance songs. that shit’s beautiful