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My Unrequited Love
My Unrequited Love https://www.inkitt.com/stories/romance/919724
This story is thanks to a friend who passed his idea and together we come up with ideas to how to write it. :)
This is so painfully accurate it hurts
Glad to know I'm not alone
Literally me 😭🤣
“Oh my god you’re a writer? Can I read your stuff?”
Hello writers and creatives!
I recently picked up Chris Baty's book, No Plot? No Problem! and have decided to make March the month in which I try to write a 50k novel! Anyone here interested in joining?
I have a few irl friends who are participating (some with modified challenges) but I wanted to offer it up on here as well. If you're interested, interact with this post in any way or send me an ask/DM! More info below the cut :)
(and a very important vote for those who'd like to participate)
So the whole premise of the challenge is that, in giving yourself a one-month deadline to crank out a full, 50k novel, your attention ends up being placed on quantity over quality, which helps drown out the internal critic that makes you hesitate when you write (or edit something twelve million times before moving on, or never start writing in the first place)
I highly recommend renting the book from your local library for more details on the thought process behind the challenge and other helpful tips (and if you have a library card but transportation difficulty, a friend of mine recently showed me the Libby app, which could be of help!)
I'm aiming for the full 50 thousand words, but my artist friend is adapting the challenge to dedicate a certain amount of hours towards making a comic, and my mom lowered the wc for herself because she's always wanted to write a short story (and doesn't have a ton of interest in writing a novel lol). So if 50k sounds too overwhelming for you or novels aren't exactly your thing, but something else is, feel free to go with whatever floats your boat!
I'm not sure how many people this will reach/ how many would want to play along, but community is a great way to keep each other motivated while also holding each other accountable, so what do you think would be the best method for coordinating that?
Option 1- through tumblr! i could organize writing sprints, word count/progress sharing posts, and some motivational things all under the same tag for easy find-ability (all with a tag-list so everyone is notified when these posts come out and so everyone on the list can interact with each other) Option 2- through discord! theoretically, i can figure out how to make one of these so that there can be a lot more freedom of chatting/sharing etc and writing sprints can be organized on there as well, with extra, optional channels for people to talk about the specifics of their projects or anything else you might want (but absolutely no pressure on the details-sharing front if that'll bring your inner critic back to life) Option 3- tumblr communities! i am not 100% sure how this function works, but if it's smth you guys are into or think would be good, i can absolutely make one Option 4- nuance/something else! if you have a suggestion for a better way to do this, i am all ears
poll duration is only a week, so if there's a lot of interest i will re-cast the poll again in the beginning of february
(and if you like one of the options but have suggestions for things you'd like to see or ways to best organize it, just lmk!)
Thanks for the prompts! I chose #4 and it felt so good to get into the flow of writing without worrying about how what I write would fit into a full piece. (im experiencing mega writers block with sfg atm)
So seriously, thank you OP
Anyways, here's what I came up with:
“Stargazing,” Kal observed, leaning heavily on her new spear. Jonathan had done good work with it, and the small inscription near its base was, surprisingly, left intact. Loren took a moment to admire the sleek, plated metal Jon had chosen to resuscitate that damn spear from its rightful place in the refuse pile, then turned his attention back toward the mottled patchwork of stars above them. “Is that what you do when you’re not killing people?” she pressed mirthfully. Loren frowned. The battle had been long and laborious and not really worth the sore wrist he’d been massaging for the past half hour, Ilium’s abrasive voice still rattling around in his skull. Kal sighed, lowering herself into a crouch beside Loren’s head. “Fight’s over, Twig. No need to be so serious.”
Loren tilted his head the slightest bit towards his companion, eyes flashing in the dark. “Me? Serious?” he asked. Kal’s attention flitted over Loren’s face, a smile slowly stretching over her face when he offered her the slightest scrunch of his nose. The expression looked somehow sweeter on her, with dried blood crusted over her teeth, than it had in the palace where they’d first met. “The Stone-Faced Twig, telling a joke,” she laughed. “No one’ll believe me.” “You’d share our special moment?” Loren continued mildly. “I’m gutted, Kal. Now what’ll I do with the ring I bought you?” Kal lightly shoved his arm, earning a soft huff that was drowned beneath her own delighted cackling. Loren wasn’t sure, exactly, when the grief had worked its way up her throat alongside the joy. Just that one moment he had told a joke- a good one, it seemed- and the next, Kal was shuddering with her spear gripped too tightly in one hand, its tip digging mercilessly into the grassy hilltop. Not a drop of blood on either one of them in any place that Kal could see. Loren supposed she didn’t really need to see, though, for the blood to linger. With a quiet curse, Loren raised his abandoned staff from the grass beside him and waved it loosely in her direction, easing her grip from the spear, knuckle by white-clenched knuckle, until he was certain she wouldn’t damage the new plating. Loren swallowed the sour taste in his mouth as he poked through Kal’s memories, searching for something gentle. Back and back and back he weaved, as he always did with soldiers, until the Kal in his mind’s eye was so small as to be hardly recognizable. But this Kal was warm, covered head-to-toe in a half-finished, puke green blanket while another, smaller version of someone Loren might have known in another life cheered and clapped and pretended to be struck low by the Kal-monster. “You don’t need to do that, you know,” Kal whispered at half her normal volume. Soothed by Loren’s efforts. Loren flinched. Kal’s hand quickly sought out his in the semi-dark, squeezing tightly when he attempted to shuffle away from her. Her grip bordered on painful. “I won’t tell the others,” she promised. Earnestly, by the sound of it. But sound was a liar that Loren knew well. “I know some of the others appreciate…it,” she continued haltingly. “What you...do for them.” Loren grit his teeth. “Only because they don’t know,” he reminded her stiffly. Kal sniffed and tilted her head, studying Loren in exactly the way he’d been trying to avoid ever since he’d been conscripted. Ever since he set foot in that damn palace. Ever since he lost- “Loren-”
Wet with tears, her eyes reflected the moonlight. “My mother’s name was Moon,” Loren suddenly confessed. Kal’s smile wobbled, eyes travelling uncertainly to the sky. “And my uncle’s name was Butter.” Loren sighed. “Are we naming the donkey, too?” Kal asked lightly. “Because we can do it if it’ll make you feel better, Twig, but one day Truth will catch you by the throat and it won't be pretty.” Loren pulled his hand away again and Kal let him. Still, Loren didn’t rise to his feet like he’d intended to. He dug his fingers into the grass at his sides, digging up the scent of dirt and mulch. The wind changed and Loren thought he could smell the stew, too. He took a deep breath and let it wash over him, blocking out the muted murmurs of their company in the distance. “What happened to 'Loren'?” he asked her without opening his eyes. Kal’s hand fell companionably to his shoulder. Her temple against his own was quick to follow. “Moment of weakness, Twig.” Loren chuckled sharply, slowly peeling his eyes open to peer up at the moon that watched over him, thinking of the Moon that did not. “You’ve known the whole time?” he ventured carefully. Loren felt Kal shrug against him. “Kind of easy to spot, you know? Your type never need much muscle to do the heavy-lifting, do they?” “Twig,” Loren realized. Kal hummed, gently shoving him over as she climbed to her feet and reclaimed her spear, idly testing out the balance as she dithered. “Everyone’s wondering where you went to,” she said with forced casualness, poking at imaginary enemies. “So. Unless you want me spilling your dirty, stargazing secret…” Kal’s attention drifted to Loren, then, and her restless hands slowly lowered to her hips. A wide, conspiring smile crept over her features. “You better beat me back to that damn campsite.” Loren frowned. “Beat you-?” “Go!” Kal shouted, tearing down the hill with her spear and her smile and the blood in her teeth. For a moment, all Loren could do was watch her go. The he cursed and grabbed his staff, rushing down after her with a grumbled complaint, something heavy still caught in his chest. But, somehow, lighter than it was before.
WRITING PROMPTS - Stars
One day, the stars disappeared from the sky, like a blanket over the earth.
"I think the stars are getting bigger."
The stars shift in the sky, and whisper messages into the ears of every child.
"Stargazing... is this what you do when you're not killing people?"
Stars have ears.
"I love the stars, because they love me."
What if the stars were gods?
"Watch the stars as you die, and they'll take you with them."
The setting and style of Forest Fire has been fighting me a little, and I think I might be able to fix that if I lean more into the style of gothic fiction. I don’t know if the whole genre of my piece will shift as I write it out more, but it’s certainly a fun place to take inspiration from!
in 2025 i'd like to write a full, first draft of my WIP Forest Fire (working title) and I think some external motivation would be a great push for me to keep engaging with my piece on a regular schedule! soo, what would you guys like to see me post by the end of january?
I set out to write at least a little bit every day in December and I managed to complete 27/31 days! I think this challenge really helped me identify some of my weaknesses and strengths as a writer and I’m proud of the work I put in
Hopefully I’ll be able to share a lot more of my writing with you all in 2025! Happy new year everyone <3
Writing sprint tag game!
(Even if you haven’t been tagged, you are happily invited to participate!)
Here’s how the game works:
1) set aside some time to complete a 10-20min writing sprint, breaking up your writing time and break time however you see fit (I’ll prob do 10 min writing, a 5 min break, and then another 5 or 10 min of writing)
*if you want to do a shorter or a longer writing sprint, that’s totally fine too! 10-20min is just a low-pressure guideline
2) complete the sprint!
even if you cringe at the words you put down, the point is simply to get more words on the page than what you started with, so write that awkward sentence! skip that fiddly bit to write the scene you have inspiration for! anything new that ends up on the page is progress and anything you don’t love can always be edited later
3) have fun :)
remember, this sprint is a little nudge to help you reconnect with your creative writing. it’s 100% low-pressure, anything goes, and we’re all in it together 💪
4) share your sprint results
this part is totally optional but if you’d like to play along, reblog this post (or copy-paste the rules into a new post) with as many (or as few) answers as you feel comfortable sharing
*and if you make a new post, pls tag me so i can clap and cheer for you!!
how long was your sprint?
how many words did you write?
*anything more than zero is great!
what project did you complete the sprint for?
what did you end up adding to your WIP (or new project)?
*no need to share specific lines since the sprint’s focus is quantity over quality, but absolutely go wild with the overview. did you add a whole new scene? a new character? important dialogue for character development? a fun side quest you hadn’t planned on? an interesting bit you have no idea what to do with?
what part of your new writing excites you the most?
5) connect with your fellow writeblrs!
tag people in your response post to keep the creative energy flowing and offer encouragement and kudos to those who participate and share their progress!
gently tagging my writing moots to get this started:
@peaceheather @antsday @moody-tortured-artist @agirlandherquill @ohromeoraine @sorrowsfallallaround
shoot me a message or comment if you don't want to be tagged in these sorts of things (or if i haven't tagged you and you would like to be tagged in the future for writing things)
I want to write at least a little bit every day in December so I’ve decided to keep a log and post it here to keep myself accountable! I’ll list whether it’s a fic or original, what it’s about, and a few of my thoughts about each project. posted weekly, I think :)
What are apples and toffee
and irdescent bubbles
and waves of grass and wind dances on fields
and neon lights and mischievous strangers
and cookies from acquaintances
and unbroken water surfaces and fireworks
and daisies
to her.
My experience with Word so far
Me: Ah cool there’s a thesaurus. Me: wait…….THERES A THESAURUS???!!!!!
Hollow eyes watching the crowd
it's mid day, It's busy
People rush to stores like beds of fish
Fish with magpie eyes looking for shiny things to take back to their home
The figure watching, Is ignored
To look at those hollow eyes would mean to look at their own magpies ones
To confront the misery and their lack of it
So instead they talk louder as they walk past, they drown out a defeated "excuse m–
Or they become silent, their steps quick and their eyes down as they click and swipe
As the figure with hollow eyes watches you pretend to type.