#writingwednesdays

[misspoken-mistaken]

Tough

There you go, girl. Going, going, going. Falling and skinning your knee. Watching it bleed down your leg. Waiting for scar tissue to cover you up so the next fall isn’t so shocking. I see you, girl. You’re tough. You’re hard on the outside, and even harder on the inside. And what for? Because no one showed you any softness. Or at least, you didn’t see the softness landing on you. The tenderness…

[eliraskin]

Procrastination.

I’ve been taking these past few weeks to organize everything. Everything. My laptop files (from word documents to jpegs and apps), my social media platforms, my in life material items and files, my year, as well as my daughter’s curriculum. I’ve been the most productive and busy I have ever been (and I once took 5 classes as well as worked two part time). So it was a bit of a laugh when I…

[confessions-of-a-misanthrope]

"You're always on my mind."

Elizabeth writes in her journal, speaking words of affection to someone she's never met, only somatically felt-heard, the made up word slang for how hyper-empathemiacs feel during their auditory experiences with another.

"I apologize for missing your birthday (again) and the promotion you deserve. That deal with Brandon cannot be undone, so we'll continue with the experiment after all the characters are put in place. Our focus now is getting the book out and then finding the right medium to release the entire series. Parts of the story are already out but non-emps are unable to decode it especially without a Member's playlist. And hiding all the details within musical scores is clever."

[samanthalnasset]

Been a while since I did a #writingwednesday post. Here's a snippet I was working on revising last night for Save Her Soul. Hope yall enjoy.

[godobe]

I may have squealed when I read the theme that Expo’s Stage & Screen Editor Krista Nave chose for our first #Flash405 contest of 2023: TACKY. Subs open today. Send us your tackiest stuff! #editorslife #litmag Posted @withregram • @expositionreview We are delighted to kick off a new season of #Flash405 with our first prompt of #2023, #Tacky, chosen by our own Krista Nave! Submissions for our #multigenre writing contest will be open February 4-March 5, via Submittable. Winners receive cash prizes and publication. Check out the full prompt and find the guidelines here: bit.ly/FlashTacky. #February #flash #FlashFebruary #FebruaryFlash #multigenre #writingcontest #writingprompt #writingwednesday #callforentries #callforsubmissions #ExpoReview https://www.instagram.com/p/CoPvNvmLCqO/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[stochastique-blog]

True

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[pandamation]

fairies

fairies #amwriting #writingwednesday #horror

They told me there were fairies in the woods, so I looked in places I thought fairies would hide. I never found them, but that didn’t stop me from searching. I spent afternoons following bugs and inspecting strange-looking trees. I listened to the howling wind, determined to decipher what it was trying to say. I searched for hours that stretched into days, and I still didn’t find a trace of…

[dlcroisette]

#writingtips #29 Oh don't we all have these days.  You can see so clearly the picture of a scene in your mind.  It's a masterpiece.  You rush to write it down.  And out comes... mush.⁣ ⁣ You've seen the memes.⁣ ⁣ It happens to all of us.  Ahem, much more than we'd like to admit. ⁣ ⁣ It's an unfortunate reality, not everything that pours out of your magical fingers is going to be perfect.  But you know what I am going to say - practice makes perfect. ⁣ ⁣ The violinist doesn't get those perfect notes in that recording without hours and hours of practicing, going over and over the notes until they are...well...perfect.  ⁣ ⁣ Keep going over your scene, rewrite, remove, start over, get feedback, ask for help, read someone else's scene. Make it perfect.⁣ ⁣ ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣#writingwednesday #writingwednesdays #wednesdaywisdom #wednesdaymotivation #wednesdayquotes #wednesdaywisdom✨ #writingcommunity #writingcommunityofinstagram #writinginspiration #writingtip #writingtips✏️ #writingtipsandtricks #writerslife #writerslifeforme #amwriting #writerswrite #writersofinstagram #writing #wattpad #wattpadbooks #wattpadauthor #rubyredromances ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ https://www.instagram.com/p/CDOjSVVgZ1Y/?igshid=1lsqccd6p5cfn

[deathbecomesnerds]

“Services Rendered” -- Raymond/Astrid

ANGST. PURE ANGST. Also some out of character decisions for Raymond. 

This is my contribution for this week’s #WriterWednesday. 

Thank you @autumnleaves1991-blog​ and @clydesducktape​ for keeping this train rolling.

The men sat in the library, speaking to one another and off in the distance behind closed doors, Raymond could hear Astrid and Ros laughing with the guests while waiting for the business to be done.

“...so, do we have a deal?” Mickey asked the thin Italian man sitting across from him and Ray.

The man hummed “One more thing,” he said with a sly smile before turning to Ray “A night alone with your missus.” he said.

“You can’t be serious!” Ray growled, while Mickey rested a hand on his arm.

Mickey huffed as he looked back at him and forced a smile “What does she have to do with our business, Mr. Donofrio?” he asked.

He shrugged “A gesture of good faith.” he said.

Ray shook his head, there was no way he was going to let this sleazy con artists put a hand on Astrid. His Star. The Love of his Life. Besides, she was too faithful of a wife to sleep with some random guy doing business with Mickey!

Mickey grumbled, he wanted this business done now as he leaned over to Ray “We can hand Astrid over, doesn’t mean she’s gonna sleep with him. She can handle herself. Besides--she’ll use any excuse to kick the shit out of somebody.” Mickey whispered to Ray.

Ray growled as he stared at Luca Donofrio. He wasn’t going to use his wife as a bartering chip for one of Mickey’s deals--would Mickey have said such nonsense if it was Rosalind who was being called upon? Ros would beat him and Donofrio to bits if she did.

I could give her my gun. She can shoot him and then the problem is solved--granted, Mickey will have to find other business, but Astrid stays my pure little honey bee. Ray thought to himself, gripping tightly to his pants before finally nodding and standing up from his seat to leave the room.

Ray slammed the door behind him, walking up towards Astrid and grabbed under her arm before dragging her away from the conversation and into a tiny hideaway room as she yelled at him to let her go.

“You’re gonna go with him,” he said firmly.

“What?” Astrid asked, confused.

Ray huffed “Luca Donofrio. He wants some time alone with you, my love,” he said before grabbing his gun from behind his pants and handing it to her “You shoot him if he puts a hand on you, do you understand me?”

Astrid looked at him aghast “So you’re just gonna pimp me out to some weird Italian!?” she argued.

“You do this one thing, and I will take you wherever you want to go, do whatever you want...fuck--I’ll even let you beat the ever-living shit out of me. Mickey wants this business deal to go through. Please.” Ray practically begged her.

Astrid’s nostrils flared as she looked at her husband “I should just sleep with him to get back at you, you son of a bitch!” she said, grabbing his gun with one and while riding up the skirt of her gown with the other to strategically place the gun in between her stockings and garter belt.

“I love you,” Ray said firmly.

“Yeah, I’m sure you do.” Astrid hissed as she walked away.

She disappeared into the crowd, and Ray watched broken heartedly before retrieving back to the office where Mickey and Luca waited for him to return; Ray nodded at Mickey who smiled in return before looking back over at Luca.

“Consider it a deal,” he said.

In the early morning hours, as the sun rose, Ray sat in the living room waiting for Astrid to return home.

He didn’t change out of his suit and would occasionally check on Enniss out of boredom and nerves while he waited.

Just as the clock struck 5:30, the front door gently opened and closed while the faint heeled steps of Astrid Smith echoed down the foyer and into the living room where he waited.

Ray met her gaze; her hair was disheveled, make-up smeared, and her dress was slightly torn at the slit. He couldn't stop himself from thinking horrid things when Astrid took a step closer and threw her clutch on the couch in front of her.

“He’s gay.” She finally said.

Ray turned his head, slightly perplexed “What?”

“He’s fucking gay, Raymond…”

Astrid walked around the couch and glared at her husband “He wanted to spend all night with me to discuss how ‘unbelievably fucking hot’ you are.” She remarked “So I spent all night telling him in excruciating detail our sex life. It was the best smut he ever heard in his life and he will finalize the deal with Mickey later this morning, I will be getting a retainer for services rendered, and you will apologize to me after I do what needs to be done!” She lectured.

“Which is…?”

Astrid immediately clocked him square in the jaw, she cried out in pain as she broke her hand against his jawline while Ray loudly groaned into the couch cushion. The couple sat in their pain for a moment before Ray finally composed himself and looked back up at Astrid as tears fell down her cheek from the pain.

“How could you fucking do that to me!?” she whispered in anger “I’m your wife! I deserve better than to be handed off to whichever business partner Mickey has brewing.” she hissed at him, her anger so bad that Ray wanted to die--why did he do this to her?

Ray reached out for her but she shooed his hands away “You don’t get to touch me ever!” she yelled.

“My love!” Ray called out to her.

Astrid shook her head “You get to live with the guilt of what you did. Even if nothing happened, the fact that you even allowed to let it happen…” she trailed off, tears welling up in her eyes “I’m taking Enniss and I’m going to stay with my dad,” she finally said firmly.

“For how long?” Ray asked her, his voice cracking.

“For however long it takes for me to look at your face without wanting to punch it.” Astrid said before backing away from him and leaving the living room and Ray alone with his thoughts.  

Ray closed his eyes, giving himself a moment to compose himself again. He never liked it when him and Astrid fought--it never ended well.

[ohtheplacesblog]

Miracles do happen. I'm sitting outside writing y'all. The birds was like, what are you doing out here? LOL #writingWednesday #BondingWithNature #writing #creativity #CreativeWriting #writercommunity #communityofwriters #writersofcolor https://www.instagram.com/p/CQM9pIQBUr-/?utm_medium=tumblr

[itslmdee]

Flash Fiction: Just a Bit of Cloth

“Just wear it,” her brother says, unable to understand her reluctance. “It’s just a bit of cloth.”

“I don’t want to,” she says tearfully.

“It’s for the public good!” He gives her a sympathetic look. “It is for your own safety.”

It’s a symbol of oppression and control. She protested but the protest did nothing, not when so many citizens welcomed the law. Now she must cover up or face punishment and public shaming.

“Maybe it won’t be forever,” he says, exasperated. “Now put it on.”

Amaya puts on the headscarf before she leaves the house. The revolution which overthrew the monarchy did not make her free.

Note: since the 1979 Islamic Revolution, the hijab has become compulsory in Iran. Women are required to wear loose-fitting clothing and a headscarf in public to this day. Mandatory covering laws are never fleeting.

[furbysandfursuits]

PROJECT PINK EYES

A recently declassified document regarding the use of anthros in the war on communism. 

https://www.patreon.com/posts/34376631

[eliraskin]

The Ball is on a Roll

It’s all starting to come together. Be real. All at once. I’m excited and of course nervous. Back in 2019 my family and I set out to start our businesses. While I had some experience, college courses and field, we were all still rather green. It was all overwhelming and as we know now, there wouldn’t be much time to get our footing. Covid hit, and while my family kept theirs going- I mostly…

[confessions-of-a-misanthrope]

Friday Reads

Self Care Summer

[samanthalnasset]

Am I doing my #writingwednesday post past midnight? Maybe. Brain fog is not a friend to time. XD

Hope yall enjoy the snippet from the chapter I'm revising tonight.

[godobe]

I may have squealed when I read the theme that Expo’s Stage & Screen Editor Krista Nave chose for our first #Flash405 contest of 2023: TACKY. Subs open Saturday. Send us your tackiest stuff! #editorslife #litmag Posted @withregram • @expositionreview We are delighted to kick off a new season of #Flash405 with our first prompt of #2023, #Tacky, chosen by our own Krista Nave! Submissions for our #multigenre writing contest will be open February 4-March 5, via Submittable. Winners receive cash prizes and publication. Check out the full prompt and find the guidelines here: bit.ly/FlashTacky. #February #flash #FlashFebruary #FebruaryFlash #multigenre #writingcontest #writingprompt #writingwednesday #callforentries #callforsubmissions #ExpoReview https://www.instagram.com/p/CoJNWdoLt9p/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=