#Rain's Writing Corner

[boilingrain]

Okay so my original idea was that I'd just write a short fic about just like... a regular day in Mommyclan. Like, a patrol or hanging out in camp.

But then I suddenly had the idea to actually write a fic about how Fire-eye lost its eye. Still has a patrol in it, just one that Fire-eye splits off from to do something stupid.

The regular day one is simpler to write and was my original plan, but I don't have as many ideas for

But the Fire-eye specific fic is one I have more ideas for, but would be... you know. A fic about a cat losing an eye (though I'd try to avoid going into too much detail, it's still a thing that happens)

So I'm really hoping you guys can help me decide because I'm having trouble here

[verademialove]

“It will rain tomorrow. Then as you wait until the rain stops, live another day. If you keep this up, there might come a day when life doesn’t seem so miserable.”

Lovely Runner (2024)

[env0writes]

Tears fall from cloudy eyes Rivers run in the cities Guiding my feet And my journey Rain falls from the innocent eyes Sighs, and waiting and windows Fogged glass panes Pain Tiny infinite worlds contains Withing tears Tears into personality Little years Eyes aren’t clouds and cannot rain Cannot feel the pain Of water overflowing From my body, freely going

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[soulinkpoetry]

A new month, a new season…. take stock of your life and let go all of the things and people that no longer help you grow.

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[think-through-pen]

The Absence

Standing in the rain,

I can not forget her smile,

nor can I see it again.

The rain falls.

Why did I hope to be alive?

when all I am

is

a carcass moving like a snail,

but liquifying with each trail

until I am no more.

The rain falls still.

Steaming cup in my hand,

the wafting smell is pleasing

to those who have a heart of joy;

not me, who has had his heart

loved—

shouldered by sorrow, slowly.

The imprints of my lips are cold,

exuding a forgotten warmth

yet, on the other side of the table,

a strange silhouette warms my ears—

ah! The coffee stings my tongue.

The rain falls heavily.

I walk away

somewhere;

where we met and sat

and had a chat,

and I was glad...

My hands are cold and cracked,

but a ghost of hand holds them

and I feel loved in this

depressing rain.

The rain stops.

Altogether.

The mood is worsening more,

and I must go somewhere;

where you are not

but I am.

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[nightmareevara]

When sky gets grey and gloomy, I am reminded of our separation.

[aquiescentmoon]

Lost in translation 🥺

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[mortallypurpleshark]

I like the rain because, for once, everyone gets to be like me. For once, I’m not called out for staying holed up in my room. For once, it feels nice to be indoors. There’s a peace in the outdoors when everyone is inside—like the aftermath of an apocalypse.

[paininpoetry]

[peach-and-cherryblossom]

Oh but it's embarrassing sometimes, when the wanting shows. How I just need your hands on mine. how I just want your soft voice to call me out of sleep, to drink coffee with while the sun wakes up. I am so good at being alone until I remember what it's like to be loved and then I am aching all over again, then I'm calling you up in the middle of the day and asking for something impossible. [couldn't you come over?] couldn't you pretend like I'm not altogether too much, just for this one afternoon?

[boilingrain]

ah yes, my favorite characters to write about

Cleric who I haven't named or designed and Totally-Not-Sol

[a-j-s-the-only]

the rain clatters and clomps onto the windshield

the air conditioning sings its song of hums

Silence fills the air,

but loneliness never to come near

for your company is your mind

in the path it takes you to be mine

[peridots-pixiwolf]

[Start ID. A digital drawing of the Artificer from Rain World. They're in midair, black smoke curling around them after two explosive leaps, tossing a spear at one of the two Scavengers on the faraway ground and readying a grenade with their other hand. She's snarling with her mouth wide open, exhaling short puffs of smoke, its throat glows. Scars litter its body, shrapnel and burns and nicks from spears, hands darkened from throwing bombs. The background is solid-color, dull red, but there's a ladder and scattered spears and rubbish in the distance The drawing is completely taken up by a first-level karma symbol, which casts a bright, gold light upon the parts of the image it overlays. End ID.]

started Arti's campaign on April 25 and was immediately enamored > ended Arti's campaign on May 5 and decided to finish this up about it

[soulinkpoetry]

Rain carries a bit of nostalgia and melancholy in each drop.

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[3tanishqa]

The Rain

I'm walking on a road;

a road so called as life.

I stand there ;

Watching the people as they pass by .

Each soul different, one of its own kind

Looking at me ,

Emptiness filled in my mind.

I stand there looking at the sky as it gets cloudy;

Soon my mind clouded by questions.

Slowly the drizzle starts;

And eventually, the rain of questions keep pouring.

I stand there still ;watching the rain trun into a storm .

Like I've never seen before

Like I've never known before.

I am drenched ;

Not having an umbrella, having none to hold.

Trying to walk I stumble ,

Understanding it's getting difficult to walk on this road.

I am tired ; tired of this rain.

Tired of finding a shelter.

What can I do ?

Wait for the sunlight perhaps,

Wait; for the time to pass by,

Wait for the daylight.

Hope for it to be golden.

Wait for it to be golden.

- Tanishka

25/06/2024

[minecraftbookshelf]

If I ever had to pick like, one thing that I really consider to be Very Important about writing it would be remembering that characters are not, in fact, people. Characters are vehicles characters are tools.

Characters are tools for telling a story

(Characters are tools for getting your readers to yell at you XD)