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SaturdayWhat Would You Like From Me?9 comments · 33 views
To preface this: I KNOW that writing is supposed to be what I want to write. And I would like to write what you want.
Alright guys, so I've done a fair amount of writing for this site. I've got a fir amount of people following me.
And I wanna give back a little bit.
I want to write something YOU want. Not something I write and hope you LIKE.
Tell me things you want to see from me. Could be more of a certain character. Could be a character I never write about Could be a species I never write about. Could be a genre I don't do very often. Could be anything, as vague and as specific as you'd like.
And I will listen to them, and there's a good chance I'll write a lot of them.
So, fire away. Pile anything you want written onto me.
Commissions, Updates to Some Love, and a Halloween story are all in the works atm
FridayLove6 comments · 61 views
I was digging through my google docs, and I found an exploratory piece of writing my teacher had me write in April when we were going over emotive writing. The object of the paper was to write about an emotion without actually saying the name of the emotion.
“We kiss on the mouths, but we still cough down our sleeves.” - Isaac Brock.
It is there, when you walk through the hallway and hear her laugh at the same joke you did. When he is waiting to take you home after a rough day, you’ll feel it. Even after the passion has faded, smiling along with a simple routine, when she is alongside you, lets you know it is still around you. When you rush to the hospital, and she smiles at you from her cot, your child in her hands, it will overwhelm you. When he puts down his bottle and joins you by the television, it will slowly fill up the room. Feeling the warm fur coat as he jumps into yours arms, laughing as he licks your face and his cold, wet nose bumps against your cheeks, it’ll be all you think about. When she smiles up at you, handing you a crayon drawing with her name proudly written on the side, it explodes forth from the world around you. When he takes his things and leaves, as you stand under the doorframe with an earthquake raging around you, it will flee during the tremors. When you give everything you can, just to see her be happy with someone else because you know she can’t be happy with you, it’ll stand beside you. When she kisses your scraped knee and hugs you as you whimper from the pain, it’ll slowly pass from one to another. When you pick up the phone and laugh and sob and smile and cringe from all the words she speaks to you, it can be felt over those oceans and cities and mountains and throngs of people. When you stand by a freshly dug plot of earth, her body being lowered into the ground, you will understand what it really was. When you go home and finally delete his number from your mind, knowing that you will never hear the voice again, so matter how hard you pray for him to spring from the earth, living and unharmed, ready to feel again, it will be everything. When you finally put her to sleep, sighing as the doctor lets you know that there was nothing you could do to save her, it will break you.
When you hear their voice again, echoing through the cloudy ethereal dreams that haunt your nights, you’ll wish it had never been there at all.
You won’t for long, though.
Is it stupidly sentimental? Probably, but I felt like sharing it. It wasn't doing anything but gathering dust inside of my docs, anyway.
Thursday420 flex 'em12 comments · 92 views
[12:22:50 AM] Hesistant Alien: lel
[12:22:59 AM] Hesistant Alien: i did a pretty autistic thing just now
[12:23:21 AM] Hesistant Alien: you know how it's kinda hard to piss after you cum?
[12:23:23 AM] Columbine: what did you do
[12:23:31 AM] The Crunk and Plasterful Tipsie: He continued existing
[12:23:36 AM] Columbine: idk i'll take your word for it
[12:23:45 AM] Hesistant Alien: well, i was standing over the toilet, wiping myself down of all the cum i just painted on my torso
[12:23:52 AM] Columbine: unf
[12:23:55 AM] Hesistant Alien: and i wasnt like
[12:23:56 AM] Hesistant Alien: pissing
[12:24:04 AM] Hesistant Alien: even though my bladder was about to explode
[12:24:15 AM] Hesistant Alien: so i just screamed "FLEX YOU MUSCLES" and
[12:24:18 AM] Hesistant Alien: flexed my muscles
[12:24:29 AM] Columbine: yeah that's pretty autistic
[12:24:32 AM | Edited 12:24:33 AM] Hesistant Alien: and I pissed so hard the toilet cracked in half
[12:24:37 AM] Columbine: lol
[12:24:42 AM | Edited 12:24:46 AM] Hesistant Alien: i mean, andrew won't get the joke
[12:24:47 AM] The Crunk and Plasterful Tipsie: Everything about this story is horrifying
MondayContinual Disappointments9 comments · 76 views
Hello, fair readers
I know it must be tiresome hearing my excuses over and over, but I am truly sorry. There will be no update of Some Love tonight.
I will, however, have one done tomorrow, if all goes well. Two, if all goes great! Three or four if things go perfectly.
But let's not get ahead of ourselves: this next chapter is a pivotal moment in Some Love, and I want to spend time making sure I get it just right. This chapter was actually one of the first plot points I came up with when I was first conceptualizing the story, so I want it to fit my vision of it, as it was.
Thanks for putting up with me and my bullshit, guys.
1w, 1dIndian Giver20 comments · 71 views
So yes, FINALLY! A new chapter of Some Love for you all to love!
I've been hampered by schoolwork recently, but hopefully I'll have more time to focus on this story! Sorry it's a bit short, but tomorrow sees possibly the biggest and longest update to the story yet! So stay tuned...