#writingexcerpt

[notnocturne]

"At times, the high, indulgent notes felt like hope. Of a thousand tomorrows, a thousand chances to try once more - of light, and rain, and renewal. It was strength in a bottle, inspiration in a lightning strike. It was every word you had ever wanted to hear and more. He wanted to bathe in it forever."

-a writing excerpt from my wattpad (@notnocturne).

[authorellenmint]

I'm working on the third book in my reverse harem series and boy is it messing with my dreams. One smoldering demon. One sweet werewolf. And the witch caught between them. #reverseharem #reverseharemromance #writingcommunity #authorwoes #writingexcerpt #wipexcerpt #wipromance https://www.instagram.com/p/CB0eBudgb6e/?igshid=14se5zllf3gw8

[altablackburn]

I try to touch the sunset. it’s so close that for a moment I think I can but, I’m always too far away. somehow it can reach me. its vibrance is so intense that I feel relaxed. rare that it can calm the thoughts in my mind because thinking about stuff that I have no control over is draining. content. it can express such a vivid illustration without words. I appreciate that I am able to remember its radiance because even memories fade away with time. the comfort, I don’t want it to disappear but, I missed my chance, so I wait for the dusk of the next day and try to reach the sunset.

excerpt I wrote

note - replace the following words “the sunset” to “you” “it” to “you” “it’s” to “you’re” “its” to “your”

#excerpts #writingexcerpt #sunset #sunsetexcerpt

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[author-mathomas]

Post Nice. What I'm editing right now. Short Scene. Enjoy #authorschallenge2019 #writingexcerpt #writersofinstagram #ToowoombaAuthor #AwkwardHonesty https://www.instagram.com/p/BuwvIQrnYxa/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=qwqv6dzeg2t7

[personalltruths]

What I learned in 2017

1. Your life with be a back and forth roller coaster ride. You will face almost death experiences, and you’re going to choose to live anyway.

2. What you wish for, won’t always come easy. Sometimes your heart will break, other times you’ll be jumping in excitement from the euphoria you cannot contain. Nothing is guaranteed.

3. There will be plenty of boys who will want to lift you off your feet, but if none of them makes it better than being single, don’t waste your precious time. It’s not worth it. Especially if it means risking your heart for someone who is incapable of making you feel whole.

4. Try a little more each time. Whether it’d be falling in love, or even studying for an exam that worth half your marks. You will improve yourself for the better.

5. You will gain friends, and you will loose friends. People will go out of their way to seclude you from others — they will claim you as their own. Don’t give into their selfishness. They are not worth the tears, or the time. However, when you gain an old friend, keep them. Because if someone really loves you, and cherishes you, they will come back around. They will continue to support you, and appreciate you, rather than keep you hidden.

6. Forgive. Forgive yourself, and allow yourself to be free from the weight on your shoulders. There is so much more to life than burdening yourself over something temporary. Become immersed in forgiveness and soak yourself in love.

7. Seek help. When you’re the most hurt, the most defeat, do not go on this journey alone. People are there to guide you. Friends, family, and if that’s not enough, there are councillors who will happily give you insight on your situation. They will be patient with you, and they will try their very best to give you the care that you need. Do not feel as if you’re not “sad” enough or “anxious” enough. No matter how you feel, it is always the best decision to talk to someone. You are not alone.

8. You are going to cry. On your bedroom floor at 3am questioning yourself as to why things had to go the way they did. You will pinpoint every insecurity, every flaw, and yet you will love yourself anyway, because you are worthy of love. You are worthy of being adored.

9. Sometimes you will backslide from Christ, but the beautiful thing is that Christ does not run from you. Whatever circumstance you’re in, he will continue to accept you as you are. No matter how far you’ve gone, no matter what you did, because his love is unconditional. There is no boundaries for his adoration for you. For he gave his one and only son to save you from eternal judgement.

10. Sometimes, healing consists of sitting in coffee shops and writing the year's from your mind. Sometimes healing is laughing till you cry, it is kissing your friends faces and being moved and inspired by your life. And sometimes, healing is rest, it is hiding from the world, it is having everything inside of you be still and quiet and eerily bare. Sometimes healing feels like nothing at all, like you are a silhouette of hope and hurt at the same time. Do not fight it. Whatever your healing looks like today, whatever it consists of — just allow it to be what it is. Just take care of yourself.

[mjmallonauthor]

My latest Tanka poem for @colleen_chesebro weekly poetry challenge. This week I've included a sneaky peek extract from my debut YA novel The Curse Of Time - The Bloodstone (cover is currently being created, paperback formatting done!) and an infographic of themes in the novel. To find out more and to encourage and support a new emerging author please visit my blog: https://mjmallon.com #poetry #micropoetry #writingexcerpt #YA #fantasy #magic #mirrors #harbour #secrets

[mildamania]

- "You're being selfish!" "I am not! I'm just being realistic. By the fact that there's nobody in this world cares about me as much as I do, I'd better put myself at the highest place before everyone else." - "That's not true. I care about you!" "It's because you're a ghost! And you haunt me inside. You possess me and care about me just to make sure that you'll stay longer inside a living creature. That being said, you basically care about yourself." - "What?!" "If you're bothered by this conversation, you're always free to go." - "I'm the one who's upset here. You can't tell me that!" "Not my problem." --- #amwriting #flashfiction #writingprompt #writingexcerpt #contour #sketch #blackandwhite #randomthought

[liberaldreams]

She was like a spider, watching it's prey struggle through the tight bonds of the web. Like a puppeteer, controlling everyone from behind the scenes. Little do the puppets know, once the show is over they will have danced their way right into the palm of her hand. From her charismatic aura to the diplomacy in her tone, she appeared to be the perfect villain. 

[notnocturne]

"do you hear endless in a melody, too?"

-an excerpt from my poem.

[notnocturne]

"something is awakening inside of me. some need or sense of urgency. i feel it creep along my spine. rest its fingertips on my temples. i feel it thrum in every pulse of my blood.

i was made for something more. something of gravity. something with ambition.

i was not made to be quiet and hollowed or subdued. i was made to make this world quiver at my touch.

what do you do when even the rain taps in an unspoken code of persistence?"

-my writing excerpt.

[notnocturne]

"i think I should like to be a writer. to take these words burrowed deep in my chest, my bones, and scribble them out into fruition. these words resonate in my body - shaking and thrashing and screaming as life deals its cards to me.

i don't tell people this desire. this purpose. they tend to suggest that it's some sort of childish wonder. some extreme ideal. they don't realise that I didn't choose this. i didn't ask to be burdened with so much to say. but the words are clawing their way out of my throat and spool from my hands. they erupt from my mind and dig themselves up from my flesh. they set themselves before my feet, ripe for the taking.

my fingertips themselves are points of punctuation. my lips are variations of intonations and language. my tongue craves the taste of ink on yellowed paper. the veins running down my legs beat a steady thrum of my tales meant to be told. writing, as I have found, is my own release where my mind meets my heart. how could it not? when every piece of evidence points to the naked fact that my very being is created from some kind of divine art?"

-my writing excerpts

[notnocturne]

the essence of dark academia

a sculpter creating his finest piece

red wine spilled on expensive linens

chess pieces scattered across a chess board

silver and gold rings

the dust on old books

mirrors with stories stored in them

a broken pocketwatch

an out-of-tune piano

paperclips thrown carelessly on a desk

the hem of a brown leather coat brushing the marble floor

heavy boots clacking on marble tiles

poetry strewn across walls

bruised knuckles

charcoal and ink smudged on your fingers

chapped lips

a scratched record

an owl pecking at a window

fire dancing in the fireplace

awkward stumbling over grass while holding your books

black coffee with whisky

soft light rays with dust particles floating in them

maroon lipstick stains on an envelope

pressed flowers

cigarette butts in antique handbags

old dog-tags from dead soldiers

late nights studying and exploring

[notnocturne]

"Do you still perform autopsies on conversations you've had lives ago?"

-thirteen ways of looking at thirteen by dante collins

[notnocturne]

"Maybe one day we will get married... and we will have children, if they look like me then they will be poets, or if they look like you then they will be poems.” -arabic poetry

[notnocturne]

when fyodor dostoevsky said: “Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart. The really great men must, I think, have great sadness on earth.”

[notnocturne]

it hurt when khalid hosseini wrote: "I was like a patient who cannot tell the doctors where it hurts, only that it does."