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Like hear me out:

clearly telling you to write a enemies to lovers romance between 2 capitalist tycoons. they arent gonna better themselves in any way but they will evil corporations together

has anyone considered using inspirobot for writing prompts?

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has anyone considered using inspirobot for writing prompts?

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Maybe I should get back into fanfiction writing, legit so fun

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My brain feels like it’s bouncing around my skull.

My eyes writhe in agony, melting away into their concaves. Blood beats against my tender flesh, desperate to heal this unseen wound.

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miraculous is legit such a bad show which is such a shame since it couldve been something so cool but it just gets dragged down so much by such bad writing.

like no hate to the writer cause i know its so difficult to write anything, especially long series. but like at the same time, it feels as tho sometimes the creators dont even know whats going on.

like i could go on forever (i will in the future dont worry!!) about each of the major flaws of this show cause i believe its fixable but with the way its currently going its just atrocious

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This shit fucking slaps

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This all builds a little something called textual integrity and it’s amazing. Feed your story little subplots, add in that little scene

The advice of "every word has to advance the plot" is so wild like why are you starving it. If story is craving some good scene that doesn't advance the plot but it's cool and you want it to happen, do it. Feed your story so it can grow strong.

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Ooh this sounds fun! Count me in!

would you like to be tagged in writing tag games?

I did this a few months ago, but it seems there are a bunch of new writers floating around, so I’d like to build a new list!

If you’d like for me to tag you in writeblr tag games, like Find the Word/Word Search, picrews, snippet-sharing/last line, etc- please like, reply, or rb this post!

You can also specify if you like or don’t like a particular game, and I’ll make a note of that in my little list. Having a list makes sure I’m not tagging the same three people in all my games. :)

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the prompt.

"Words can inspire and words can destroy. Choose yours well." - Robin Sharma

She roused from her slumber, pained screaming piercing her mind. Dragging her sluggish form from the plush comfort of her bed, she made her way to the source of the noise.

It kinda sounds like mummy

Armed with her favourite bear, Henry, for protection, she waddled over to her parents room. Incohesive cries and the slapping of skin blocked only by the cream door. Pushing open the door, she was greeted with a familiar sight. Mummy on the floor and Daddy standing over her. Her father’s once rage-painted face softened at the sight of her. “What are you doing awake princess? it's far past your bedtime”

A wave of panic washed over her, realising the truth behind his words. “I'm sorry, daddy. i heard loud noises so i woke up”

His comforting arms wrapped around her thin frame, lifting her up. “Mummy and Daddy were just playing a game. Let’s get you back to bed. ok?

“Then why did she sound hurt? Were you too rough?”

A silence fell over them, only the shuffling of his feat against the carpet could be heard. “She wasn't hurt, she was just too excited. I’d never hurt her. Or you for that matter”

A crestfallen look adorned her face, “oh ok”

Returning her back to the comfort of her bed once more, his large hands ruffle her hair. “Don’t look so down. In no time at all, you’ll be a big strong adult and then you can play with us.” He comforted while making the gestures of muscles.

She let out a little giggle. “promise?”

“Of course! Would i ever lie to you?”.

She snuggled Henry closer to her, her dreams of the future shielding the horrors of her present.

He gently closed his bedroom door behind him, the soft click of the lock covered by his dear wifes quiet cries. She now lays in their shared bed, curled into a ball, as if the blankets will protect her from her personal boogeyman. He stormed over to her, grabbing her by the collar and pushing her against the wall.  “You dumb bitch, she fucking heard you”

She could only quiver out a meek apology.

***

“Hey daddy! I wanna be a spaceman when I grow up!”

She ran up to him, Henry in one hand, a crude drawing of her in space with her beloved teddy. She seemed so proud he didn’t have the heart to tell her they were called astronauts.

“That's great, princess! What makes you want to do that?”

She seemed to think over her answer as she got strapped into her booster seat. “I dunno, it just looks really cool!”.

Her tired mother turned around from the front seat, feigned happiness painted on her face. “I’m assuming you had fun at school today?”. Her ostensible expression does not go unnoticed by her husband. She dreads what's to come.

Mummy seems a bit off, maybe we can play a game later!

“Yeah, I had a lot of fun today! I even drew this!”, she cheered as she shoved the drawing into her mother’s hands. 

She admires the drawing with a gentle expression. “This looks great, you show daddy yet?”

As if speaking of the devil shall make him appear, he plops himself down into the driver's seat of the car. 

“Show me what?”

“Mia drew this at school, isn't it great?” 

Her hands brushed over his rough hands holding the page as if it were glass. Carefully inspecting every inch of the page

“This is amazing, Princess! I reckon you can become a spaceman in no time at all! And we could go on loads of great adventures together”

Although her ride home was uneventful, Mia couldn’t help but daydream of a life in space. Going on adventures, Henry in one hand, Daddy in the other.

***

She lays in the protection of her plush blankets. Hands squeezed to the sides of her head. A feeble attempt to block out yet another night of violence. 

He wouldn’t come in here. Right?

Shattering glass and mothers cries resound through the small apartment. She silently begged that someone would help. Someone would hear her mum's desperate pleas for him to stop. But it was all in vain.

“You stupid whore!”

She flinched at his words. Hiding further beneath the sheets, Henry clutched tightly. She was far too old to believe he’d ever protect her. But his rugged fur and musty smell provided a strange comfort. A silent promise she’d be ok.

Thoughts swirled around her mind, melting together in a spiral of self-blame and fear. But one stood clear above the rest, forcing her to realise the faults of the man she held so dear. 

How long has he been like this?

This man doesn’t love her. He doesn’t love anyone. If she was wrong then, why? Why inflict so much pain and suffering onto the ones he claims to love? All those years of supporting her, her dreams were just for show.  All those days of showering his darling wife with affection was to cover the rotting core of their family. He’d promised to never hurt her. But here he is, smashing glasses on her. His lies feel as though the glass hit her.

Her mind snapped back to reality at the sound of a persistent knocking on the door. 

Finally! Someone!

Her mother’s cries went quiet, covered by her fathers feets slamming the floor as he walked.  Their muffled conversation soon turned bitter as her father started yelling in protest.

What was going on?

The sounds of several others rushed through the apartment. Her body shaking as she tried to hide under the covers even more, clutching Henry impossibly tight. A slither of light broke through the darkness of her room. A man's voice called out to someone down the hall.  He softened his voice, slowly approaching.

“ Hey there, you’re going to be ok.”

He crouched beside her bed, he looked unsure of himself. A little fearful she might start running away. He gently peeled away her blankets. She looked so frail and small. She couldn’t be older than 12.  “My name is Henry, I'm a police officer. Can you tell me yours?”

Her puffy eyes widened, flashing from her Henry, back to the officer. Her sobs quieted down to nothing. He duly noted they probably share the same name. 

“Mia” 

“Well then Mia, i'm here to protect you and your mum”

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Yall read the midnight library, this shit is so fucking good

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An endless cycle of cruelty. The future speaks of a never ending suffering and yet I go on. Desperate to change what fate deems true. This world erupts in flames from hell itself and yet it burns away at nothing. A gentle breeze echoes through my mind, perhaps a memory of a time long forgotten. It’s calls to me to hang on, for but a moment longer. A sliver of false hope in this carousel of agony. And yet I find myself drawn to it.