#200 words a day challenge

[grapecaseschoices]

@plasticdodecagon: Audacity

"Here," Firmly, Kendis pressed the hand-made pamphlet against the passing student's chest. Her fingers slipped away as the -- [Junior? Senior? Wait, no. He looked ... familiar? (Her eyes flicked down, and she glanced at the textbook dangling in his hands; it was 10th-grade English ...) Get out of town! This ... Fee Fi Fo Fum was a Sophmore??What bull hormones did they slip into his Coco Puffs?] -- dude grabbed onto folded paper.

Her brows furrowed as lips pinched together and pressed into a flat line. "Um." Her mouth needed a moment to catch up with the wheelies her brain was doing - (Was he on steroids?) - but once she did, she plowed on as if nothing happened, "Vote Stewert Langley for Class President! You want change from the audaciously good-for-nothing council we had last year? You'll look into Langley! His stats speak for themselves. Check out the pamphlet. I made it myself." 

"Uh, s-sure?" Stuttered the Goliath-Who-Apparently-Was-A-Sophmore-But-Whose-Name-She-Didn't-Recall-But-Was-Definitely-Thinking-She-Should-Learn-Because-Then-She-Could-Skip-Out-On-Borrowing-The-Janitor's-Ladder-To-Put-Up-Banners (also hand-made).

Kendis' lips quirked in a small, yet pleased, smile as they gave him a sharp nod of satisfaction, "Then I'll see you tonight, yeah? We're holding an information session after school!" 

She moved sharply forward, excited about filling their meeting numbers, but her efforts were met with multiple steps back. He looked a bit startled. Kendis frowned abruptly but remained still.

"Err, I'll - I'll think about it." 

"Do that. There'll be cookies. And it'll count toward your activity participation credits." 

'Goliath' blinked rapidly. It took an exorbitant amount of self-control for Kendis not to start bouncing on the balls of her feet in response. But she couldn't suppress her grin. She knew she'd gotten him. It was near the end of the school year, and everyone needed more activity credits. People were consistently always short. Making attending campaign meetings a way to reach those credits had been her idea. 

She'd told Langley that picking her as a manager was a sure thing. There was no doubt in her mind that he'd win. He was going to win and crush those --

"Okay. Okay, sure! I'll be there tonight. Thanks!"

"No problem Gol -- guy. See you there!" 

[stellewriites]

ghost and soap that move in together in between missions to save on money and eventually - inevitably - fall into bed together. but somethings missing

they’re both a little too sharp around the edges, need something sweet to ease their cravings and soften their bites, but no one fits right

until you, that is. so don’t be surprised when they make sure you’re sticking around by any means necessary

[direwombat]

wip music monday

tagged recently by @inafieldofdaisies, @voidika, and @simplegenius042 to share some music inspiring my wips (ty all so much <3)

the fingers in the father's soil verse brainworms have been wriggling today, so here's a song that gives some good syb/billie vibes

Help me, Lord, from these fantasies in my head They ain't ever been safe ones I don't fellowship with these fake ones So let's travel to white chapels and sing hymns Hold rosaries, sing in stained-glass symphonies Cleanse me, Holy Trinity, from this marijuana smoke smell in my hair Say I'm nothin' like my father But I'm the furthest thing from choir boys and altars Double cross me, I'm just like my father I am colder than Titanic water

and here's a billie/solomon song (because it ain't true love if they ain't actively tryin' to kill each other <3)

Lay your head down Down, down My love's gonna pull you down Down, down One shot and you're six feet down Down, down Bang bang bang! I'd do you where you stand So take a look at me, yeah Bang bang bang

taglist:

@marivenah, @statichvm, @cassietrn, @trench-rot, @harmonyowl,

@fourlittleseedlings, @carlosoliveiraa, @purplehairsecretlair, @aceghosts, @adelaidedrubman,

@finding-comfort-in-rain, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @locustandwildhoney, @testyfestyenthusiast, @strangefable,

@alexxmason, @deputyash, @josephslittledeputy, and anyone else wanting to share music inspiring them! (taglist opt in/out)

[writingwife-83]

I’ve really done badly the past few days with my 200 word a day challenge for May, but at least I wrote some today. Even if it wasn’t my WIP and was a ficlet instead lol.

So it was a total of 501 words! 😁

[kotaka-kun]

200 words a day for the month of May - day 3

200 more words of a (slowburn?) Erik/Christine teacher au bc i have Feelings about it

Did Christine flip through the staff roster with more enthusiasm than necessary? Of course. Though she tried to give the pretense of looking over all the names of her colleagues with equal interest, there was only one name she was looking for.

His name and (new) room number in mind, she headed there during her lunch break, but her heart sank when she saw that the door to his classroom was closed. There went her plans for casually strolling by and just so happening to notice him.

Before she could lose her nerve though, she decided to knock. That was a normal, colleague thing to do.

"Mr. Carriere?"

Addressing a colleague in the same way their students would was probably less normal.

"My name is Christine. I'm one of the new teachers this year, and I- I just wanted to properly introduce myself."

Silence stretched out before her, no sound of movement coming from the other side of the door.

She was starting to think that he might not even be in his room -- that she was talking to an empty room -- when the door swung open. And there he stood, just as tall and imposing as she remembered him.

[thewritingsofevbrowne]

May Writing Challenge

So I saw this writing challenge on Tumblr for the month of May. I wanted to keep up my writing schedule. I wrote a total of 26,479 words. Which is a whole 47 words more than I wrote in Camp NaNoWriMo. I'm pretty proud of myself and deserve a little pat on the back for my accomplishment.

The whole reason I did this challenge is because I usually expect way too much of myself. I used to think 1k words a day was a good goal but it's way too high for me. Usually, when I didn't meet my goal I would become disappointed in myself for not making it. So smaller goals mean more achievable goals. I think I'll try to continue this writing challenge in my daily schedule. Some words are better than none.

[coneygoil]

Didn’t realize how many days have passed since I lasted posted about the 200 word challenge! It’s been kinda hard keeping up with it. I don’t remember if I got anything done two of the days. Yesterday I had brain lock and literally sat for an hour only to type one sentence. Today was a lot better and wrote about 400+ words. There’s been moments I wanna just give up on the challenge and I’m trying to fight it!

[avidink]

May challenge #2

Holi boli. este extracto lo escribi el mismo dia que el #1. La verdad es que hoy me puse las pilas y me puse a escribir como loca jaja.

Este reto de mayo se me esta haciendo relativamente fácil. Estoy tratando de reducir mi uso de redes sociales así que cada que tengo el impulso de revisar alguna app me propongo escribir unas 200 palabras para evitar hacerlo. Me has servido uwu

Al principio no le parecía buena idea venir al bosque con las chicas, más cuando no estaba segura de dónde quedaba tal claro. Si bien tuvo sus dudas Sebastiana estaba feliz de haber ido. La sesión de fotos había ido de maravilla. Así que todo estaba bien con las chicas. La verdad es Sebastiana estaba contenta de tener todo el lugar para ellas solas. Si bien el parque del centro estaba bien siempre andaba tan lleno que no la dejaban concentrarse en casi nada. Sin contar a los niños que jugaban en la pelota. Cada que las golpeaban no se disculpaban, era lo mínimo que deberían hacer. Muchachos insolentes,  Eso y le gustaba la idea de venir a pasear a un lugar un tanto recóndito del bosque. Que suerte la suya el que la hallan sentado cerca de Nina. Sebastiana y sus amigas se habían peleado con el grupo de Nina al final del año escolar. Una gran tontería que las otras no estaban dispuestas a aceptar que estaban mal. No es que las hiciera malas personas, sino que hay gente que es incapaz de aceptar cuando están en lo incorrecto. 

Contador: 247/200 la verdad es que bastante bien

[cpbialois]

A Story A Day Challenge 2024 – A Leg Up

“Come on, Jake! The water’s great!” Alice splashed at her boyfriend as he remained on the dock fully dressed and a book in his hand. “Hey!” He shook the book to clear off any water before it ruined the pages. “Don’t do that, please. Haven’t you watched any of those shows? Don’t you know there are creatures in there that’ll eat you?” She laughed as she backstroked away from the dock. “Nothing…

[ampersandnotdash]

feeling cute, might post wip snippets later

[kithalstead]

200 Word Challenge

Day 16: Hot Vampire

Daily Total: 2462

“Oh! How rude of me, I’m so sorry. My name is Isaac Hand. I own this establishment.”

“You are, okay,” she said, and it made sense. Of course, the owner of the salon would be there. The little blossom of warmth in her chest grew anyway. “Okay, I didn’t realize.”

“You’re alright,” he said. “It’s my pleasure to assist you and help you to start donating.”

“It seems a little below the owner of multiple businesses to attend to a single donor, though,” she said, and his eyebrow raised. Those grey eyes were bright with mirth.

“Oh, so you looked me up first.”

“That’s not hard. I have public database access,” she replied, “and I like to know who I’m working with, but since you can’t be photographed, you don’t show up in the ID system.”

“You weren’t expecting me to be, well, me.”

“I wasn’t expecting you to be anyone.”

“You weren’t, huh? Not anyone at all?” He was teasing her, but it didn’t feel harsh or mean. In fact, it was warm. It was playful. “Well, I’m glad I could surprise you.”

[grapecaseschoices]

Those word prompts are so good!! If you're taking prompts for the May challenge (no pressure!!): cantankerous or audacity

You feel as if you are being warmed from the inside out. Your chest is expanding to the point where it feels like your heart is trying to break apart your ribs, and your throat feels so tight that it almost hurts to swallow. You feel faint. The AC is on blast, and you feel so heated as if you're about to faint. There is no way that the effect of it - there is no way that your stomach is churning and your heart is hammering - isn't showing up on your face. 

From where he was seated, so close to you, he could see everything. If only he wasn't, as he claimed, 'blinder than a bat born in an abyss.' 

His cantankerous tone momentarily dragged you back to your senses, "I thought you said you knew how to put in contacts."

You manage not to flinch. But you can't quite contain the hitch in your breath at the feeling of the way his words tickle against your lips. 

Yes, momentarily. 

He was ... too close! Offering to help him replace his contacts had been a bad idea. Why had you thought this was a good idea? This was a terrible idea!

"Ms. Carita?" 

[rhenuvee]

Hoyoverse men who are not used to receiving affection, and get absolutely flustered when you do the tiniest things.

They are usually the ones who flatter- with the elegant words rolling off their silver tongues, it is hard not to be enamoured by someone like him. He is a quick thinker, coming up with the most witty and clever quips that puts up a challenge, even when you don't expect it. The way he says these things as well and how smoothly they flow don't help you resist him either. It's no fair that his charm is also paired with his good looks.

And for you, he is no different. In fact, he amps it up to 200% when it comes to you. How else will he praise your beauty and intelligence? He never fails to pay you compliments with such eloquent sayings that you'd never think of yourself. There's always something new with him as his sharp thinking allows him to come up with antics to tease you with. The best part to him is when you get flustered- cheeks getting warm, eyes clenching shut a little meek to his affection, your shy "thank you" you manage to utter... he loves it all.

So, one day when you do something- that's not even a grand gesture, he doesn't know what to do with himself. And it's more embarrassing for him when he knows you mean it genuinely, and though you weren't trying to fluster him, you did. You could be paying him a compliment back, except your tone is much more innocent than his playful one. In fact, you didn't even have to say anything, for you could just be showing him a new outfit you got and instantly- he's at a loss for words.

He covers his face: bringing up his hand, turning his head so his bangs shield him, a hat, or anything. Anything so you wouldn't see him blushing over such a small gesture. Though, sometimes you catch him anyway. No matter, he will compose himself and show you he thinks the same. He's willing to accept, because it's you after all.

Kaeya, Childe, Ayato, Lyney, Wriothesley, Argenti, Aventurine, Dr. Ratio, Jing Yuan, Sampo, Vyn, Marius

[wagconts]

Senna's Legacy | Charles Leclerc

summary :: where you're Senna's daughter and carry on your father's legacy through your institute

word count :: 2.320 words.

The atmosphere in the paddock during the Brazilian GP was unmistakable. Maybe it was the tropical breeze, the green and yellow flags swaying in the wind, or the unmatched passion of Brazilian fans that always made history. For you, though, this weekend had an even deeper meaning.

As Ayrton Senna’s daughter, your name carried a weight you bore with both pride and responsibility. For years, you had been at the helm of the Ayrton Senna Racing Dreams Institute, a project dedicated to supporting children with dreams of becoming Formula 1 drivers by providing education, infrastructure, and opportunities in such a selective sport.

The Brazilian GP was always a golden opportunity to promote the institute’s work. This time, however, Formula 1 had organized a special visit to the project for some of the drivers. They would pay tribute to your father and see firsthand the impact the institute had on these kids’ lives.

It was Thursday morning, the perfect day for the visit since it aligned with the institute’s busy class schedule and fit the drivers’ agendas before the race weekend. You stood in front of the building, waiting anxiously for your guests. A large panel featuring Ayrton’s face and the phrase Dreams Start Here welcomed visitors. As the black cars began to arrive, you adjusted your blazer and took a deep breath.

The first to step out were Verstappen, Norris, and Hamilton, all enthusiastic and friendly. Leclerc followed shortly after. Dressed in his Ferrari gear and wearing sunglasses that accentuated his sharp features, he smiled as he saw you.

─ You must be the mastermind behind all of this ─ said Lewis, shaking your hand firmly but kindly. ─ It’s an honor to be here.

─ Thank you all for coming ─ you replied with a warm smile. ─ I’m sure the kids are even more excited than I am to meet you.

Charles chuckled, removing his sunglasses and hooking them onto his shirt.

─ Well, I hope I don’t disappoint.

As you guided them through the institute, you explained every detail, from the racing simulators to the classrooms where kids learned English, math, and engineering concepts. The drivers listened attentively, but Charles seemed particularly interested.

─ How many kids does the program support each year? ─ he asked, watching a group using the simulators.

─ Around 200 directly ─ you answered. ─ But with our partnerships, we reach thousands in underserved communities.

Charles nodded, clearly impressed.

─ That’s incredible. Your father would be so proud.

A lump formed in your throat. Hearing such words from someone who genuinely admired Ayrton always stirred deep emotions.

After the tour, the children had their moment with the drivers. Photos, autographs, and simulator challenges turned the day into pure joy, as if everyone had reverted to childhood. Yet, Charles seemed to stick close to you the entire time.

─ Can I ask you something personal? ─ he began as you both watched the kids play.

─ Of course ─ you said, curious.

─ What’s it like carrying Ayrton’s name? It must be amazing, but also overwhelming.

You smiled softly, taking a moment to gather your thoughts.

─ It’s a mix of both. The pride is immense, but so is the constant expectation. It feels like I always have to live up to his legacy. That’s why I pour so much of myself into this institute.

Charles nodded, his gaze locked onto yours.

─ Well, from what I’ve seen today, you’re doing just that. He would be immensely proud.

The sincerity in his eyes made you look away briefly, your cheeks flushing as a smile crept across your lips.

That afternoon, Formula 1 held a tribute to your father. A float shaped like Ayrton’s iconic helmet made its way around, and Vettel led a walk with the drivers along the circuit. Watching these heartfelt gestures left you in awe, proud of everything being done to honor him.

Later, a professional filming team arrived to record a special segment where each driver would give a speech about Ayrton. Since you had been invited to observe, you stayed close enough to hear every word.

Max Verstappen spoke of how Ayrton had inspired his generation. Lewis Hamilton, visibly moved, shared how watching Senna race had ignited his passion for the sport.

When it was Charles’s turn, your heartbeat quickened.

─ I grew up hearing stories about Ayrton Senna ─ he began, holding the microphone with confidence. ─ To me, he was more than just a driver. He was the embodiment of determination, courage, and passion. Today, I had the privilege of visiting the institute led by his daughter. What she’s doing is nothing short of continuing his legacy, but in a way that touches lives on an even greater scale.

He paused, his eyes scanning the crowd until they found yours.

─ Ayrton inspired generations to dream, and his daughter is ensuring those dreams have a chance to become reality. It’s an honor to be here and witness this.

The cameraman lowered his equipment as murmurs of praise for Charles’s speech filled the room. Your heart raced, overwhelmed by the mix of emotions his words evoked—not only for being a Senna but for the way Charles had mentioned you so personally.

On Sunday, the stands at Interlagos were packed. The Brazilian fans were electric, and the energy was contagious. Before the race, Charles found you in the paddock, where you stood with some of the institute’s kids.

─ Ready to cheer me on? ─ he asked the kids in broken Portuguese he had hastily learned from a translator.

─ Yes! ─ they shouted in unison, laughing as they hugged the driver.

He straightened and turned to you.

─ I hope I can live up to the hype today.

─ Good luck, Charles. We’ll be rooting for you.

Later, at the post-race celebration, you were chatting with other guests when you felt a light touch on your arm. You didn’t even need to turn around to know who it was—the familiar scent of Charles’s cologne gave him away.

─ Can we talk? ─ he asked, his smile slightly shy.

─ Of course! ─ you replied, following him to a quieter corner.

─ I just wanted to thank you for this weekend ─ he began. ─ Visiting the institute and meeting the kids gave me a new perspective on racing.

─ I’m glad you enjoyed it ─ you said sincerely.

Charles hesitated, running a hand through his hair, clearly nervous.

─ Actually, there’s something else I wanted to say. Or, rather, ask.

─ Go ahead ─ you encouraged him.

─ Would you let me take you out to dinner? Not now, of course. But after the season ends.

His question caught you off guard, but the smile that spread across your face was answer enough.

─ I’d love that ─ you replied.

Charles’s grin widened.

─ Great. I promise it’ll be special—you won’t regret it.

─ I’ll be looking forward to it, Charles ─ you said, meeting his eyes as your heart raced.

[writingwife-83]

Ok friends, I’m gonna do daily word count updates to keep me accountable for the 200 Word a Day for May challenge.

Google doc start point- 676 words

I’ll be back later to update!

If you’re not interested in updates like this idek why you’re following a blog like this lol but go ahead and filter “may writing challenge”

[creativepromptsforwriting]

May Writing Challenge

This May I want to get back into writing. I’m not at all consistent. I’m at a point where I don’t feel like I can work on bigger things, because I can’t guarantee myself to keep working on it in a week from now. So I will take this month as a training month to get back into the habit of writing. I will do this by writing (or trying to write) 200 words every day. Topic is irrelevant. How great my writing is that day is irrelevant. Just 200 words written down. A habit taking 21 days to form was debunked, it does take a lot longer, but 31 days are a start I would say. These are already 140 words, so 200 words every day are hopefully manageable. You're more than welcome to join me if you like 😊