starting today i'm going to be doing little writing exercises every day and posting them for free to my patreon in between sessions of working on bigger projects!
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writing a story where the one of the first things we see is the mc almost dying from suffocation. then we see them have many conversations in which it is clear they view talking to others with the same anxiety they felt while asphyxiating.
i know they just display whatever the numbers are, but every month Patreon shows me my earnings fluctuating by a few cents (one of my subscribers pays in Euros so it's always a little off as the exchange rate changes thru the weeks) and the little green color makes it seem so hopeful. "you made an extra 1¢ this month! things are looking up!!!" lol
just found an unfinished story i wrote in the second or forth grade (i don't exactly remember, but i know i wrote it in elementary school) and also an unfinished story i wrote in the seventh grade (i do remember writing this one)
standby for something that is sure to make me uncomfortable to share
so it's actually looking like the first one is finished, just very short. Trigger Warning for domestic violence, suicide, and fatphobia:
transcript (preserving misspellings) below the cut:
chapter 1: Seeing Ghost Creations
"Put that gun down!" Sally yelled. "bang." That is how Sally died, but don't worry, she'll live. Hi, my name's Jeff, and I am going to tell you the story of Sally and me.
This is how it all started. About three years before this scene, I found out that I could see ghosts. Sally, however, could create objects with her mind. Sadly she could not make them dissappear again.
To make it clear, if I touch a ghost, other people can see them too. So, with that cleared up, let's get back to the story. One day, I saw a ghost that looked very lonely. I walked toward her, and she burst out talking to me.
She was talking so fast that it was hard to understand her, but what I did understand was terrible. Her husband shot her in both legs and arms that she couldn't move. Then he shot her heard, but she didn't die as fast as he would have wanted. Before she died, her husband walked up to her and gave her a hug. He said he was sorry, and then he shot himself in the head.
"I never saw him again" the ghost said "by the way, my name's Gloria." "Do you want to see him again" Sally asked. Gloria nodded. Sally made gloria's husband appear, and that started the worst year of my life. Once he appeared, I could easily see that he was evil.
He had three horns on his head that changed color from red to black. His eyes were holes in his head, and he had a mouth that went half way across his face. The worst part was the color of his skin and the sharpness of his teeth. He had red and orange spots on his on his disgusting, vomit green, fatty , skin. The teeth in his horrifying mouth were one inch long and sharper than the sharpest knife youve ever seen.
I looked at Gloria and almost fainted
Chapter 2: Demons
Gloria was even worse. Her mouth was above her nose. The nose wasn't really a nose, but it was more like a tounge with two holes in it. Gloria (if that's even her real name) had eyes that were made of what looked like red light bulbs that got shattered with the lights still on. The rest was about the same as her husband, if he was actually her husband.
When I could talk again, I could only ask "What are you?" "We are demons" the two gross looking ghosts said at once. Then it happened. I saw them fly at me and sally. I was possessed for a year, before somebody shot me witha bullet filled with holy water. I wasn't possesed anymore.
Chapter 3: What did we do!
I became very good friends with the guy that unpossessed me. His name was Stan. Stan was a demon slayer. He spent half of his life saving perople from demons.
Apparently, I was possessed by the demon called Sorcaf, who was just as bad as his wife Gorya. Now Gorya tricks humans by saying that her name is Gloria, and then she possesses the humans. She possessed Sally the same way.
Stan finally showed me what I did in the past year, and It was terrifying. I set fire to fire departments, threw rocks at cars, knocked down lightpoles, and worst of all setting fires to houses after setting fire to fire departments.
After that I could only think about Sally.
Chapter 4: Saving Sally
It didn't take me long to find Sally because of the trail of destruction. I could see Gorya inside of Sally, and I took out a pistol with rounds that were filled with holy water. She saw me and said what I hope you remember.
"Put that gun down!" Sally yelled. "bang." I couldn't help crying about killing the person I loved. Before I could walk away, Sally got up and walked to me asking what happened. Explaining everything to her, I walked her to Stan's place. "I see you've found Sally" Stan said. "Yes, and I was wondering if you could tell her what happened" I said. "Okay, but you're going to have to tell her some parts that I didn't see" he said.
Chapter 5: Not demons
After that, we did what we could to stop all of the evil demons that terrorize people. We have always won in the end, and we have never been possessed again.
and the other one (scribbled out the names of real life people), from the 7th grade:
transcript below the cut:
Gifts of the house
Warning: these events did not actually happen. They were made up for entertainment. Some of the people are real.
Do not believe any of what your are about to read
Epilogue
There is a house. Some people say it is haunted. Others refuse to find out. These rumors started when a man decided to but this house. Thirty seconds after he entered, a paler, more deathly version of that man exited screaming "Death!"
This is the jornal of what happened to me, Red, after I entered that house. If my name sounds familar, I suggest looking at the cover. Some of the names are real. Some were changed.
If you do not like death, gore, magic, myths, or any seemingly fake object, creature, or action, put down my journal now. All of these events are real.
Chapter 1: how it started
Me and my friends, Yellow, Blue, and Green were walking down the street to the haunted house in my neighborhood. Many kids have gone in, and all of them have come out of there alive, just scared out of their minds. Lightning clapped, and we saw the brave kids running. We all laughed. Green and Blue were urging me to go in first. Scaredy cats, I thought.
I, being the big brave Red, went in first. That was sarcasm, but I did go first. As if trying to be polite, Blue knocked on the door. No one answered. "Well, we should leave. After all, nobody's home," Green said. He couldn't help himself. Laughter burst out of Yellow like a high pitched with cackle. My laugh was worse. As if on cue, we heard the door unlock.
Blue, with a scared expression on his face, knocked again. The door opened, and a creepy ghoul with a torn apart face, tongue hanging out, and goo oozing from unseen holes in its face was the first thing we saw. The others stepped back while I said hello and aske if we could come in. The door was opened wider, and Bill, that was the ghoul's name, welcomed us in. We sat on the couch and talked to Bill. It was hard to understand. yellow, Blue, and Green would occationaly jump up and scream. They said they felt a weird tickling feeling on their necks.
"My master, Death, brought me here to scare kids. He's really a nice guy once you get to know him though," Bill stated.
"Why would he ask you to help?" I asked. The others were to scared to speak.
"He's on vacation for a week to practice his scaring."
"Why does he like to scare kids?"
"He finds it fun."
"I guess I can underst-" Green stopped me, and Blue and Yellow pointed at the stairs. There was a mysterious yellow light floating down the staircase.
"Woah, what's that?" I asked.
"Magic," Bill replied.
"Awesome," me Yellow, Blue, and Green all said slowly.
It just kept coming. Once the magic came to me, it stopped. The magic started growing. It changed shape until it started looking like a fuzzy version of me. With a gust of force, it flew into me. I started floating and glowing. I could feel the magic flowing through my veins. Then, it all stopped. I fell quickly.
"What's happening?" I asked.
"Those who last thirty minutes in this house without showing any signs of fright will be rewarded by the house itself," Bill replied. "You will recieve a magical gift the first day of every month, for 11 year. The gifts will be based off of your personality and wishes. Since today is Halloween, on the thirty-first of October, you will recieve your first magical gift tommorrow."
"Um, thank you."
"Do not thank me. Thank the house."
This my journal of the next year. Enjoy.
Chapter two: a dragon?
Saturday, November 1, 2013
I woke up thinking it was a dream, but then I saw an odd shadow under my bed. The shadow was different than any shadow I've seen before. Instead of being dark and blocking light, it was like someone was shining a mirror's reflection under my bed. When I looked to see what it was, I could not believe my eyes.
The thing looked like a piece of glass in the shape of a baby dragon with snow filling the head and fire filling the chest. "What are you?" I asked. The dragon made a small roar and sneezed snow flakes. I picked it up and held it in my arms, suprised that it could move.
It was warm, even on the head. I brought Ella, I named her Ella, downstairs. I placed her on the floor to see if she could walk, and she could, but could also fly a bit as well. I sat with her on my lap until my mom came downstairs.
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just found an unfinished story i wrote in the second or forth grade (i don't exactly remember, but i know i wrote it in elementary school) and also an unfinished story i wrote in the seventh grade (i do remember writing this one)
standby for something that is sure to make me uncomfortable to share
so it's actually looking like the first one is finished, just very short. Trigger Warning for domestic violence, suicide, and fatphobia:
transcript (preserving misspellings) below the cut:
chapter 1: Seeing Ghost Creations
"Put that gun down!" Sally yelled. "bang." That is how Sally died, but don't worry, she'll live. Hi, my name's Jeff, and I am going to tell you the story of Sally and me.
This is how it all started. About three years before this scene, I found out that I could see ghosts. Sally, however, could create objects with her mind. Sadly she could not make them dissappear again.
To make it clear, if I touch a ghost, other people can see them too. So, with that cleared up, let's get back to the story. One day, I saw a ghost that looked very lonely. I walked toward her, and she burst out talking to me.
She was talking so fast that it was hard to understand her, but what I did understand was terrible. Her husband shot her in both legs and arms that she couldn't move. Then he shot her heard, but she didn't die as fast as he would have wanted. Before she died, her husband walked up to her and gave her a hug. He said he was sorry, and then he shot himself in the head.
"I never saw him again" the ghost said "by the way, my name's Gloria." "Do you want to see him again" Sally asked. Gloria nodded. Sally made gloria's husband appear, and that started the worst year of my life. Once he appeared, I could easily see that he was evil.
He had three horns on his head that changed color from red to black. His eyes were holes in his head, and he had a mouth that went half way across his face. The worst part was the color of his skin and the sharpness of his teeth. He had red and orange spots on his on his disgusting, vomit green, fatty , skin. The teeth in his horrifying mouth were one inch long and sharper than the sharpest knife youve ever seen.
I looked at Gloria and almost fainted
Chapter 2: Demons
Gloria was even worse. Her mouth was above her nose. The nose wasn't really a nose, but it was more like a tounge with two holes in it. Gloria (if that's even her real name) had eyes that were made of what looked like red light bulbs that got shattered with the lights still on. The rest was about the same as her husband, if he was actually her husband.
When I could talk again, I could only ask "What are you?" "We are demons" the two gross looking ghosts said at once. Then it happened. I saw them fly at me and sally. I was possessed for a year, before somebody shot me witha bullet filled with holy water. I wasn't possesed anymore.
Chapter 3: What did we do!
I became very good friends with the guy that unpossessed me. His name was Stan. Stan was a demon slayer. He spent half of his life saving perople from demons.
Apparently, I was possessed by the demon called Sorcaf, who was just as bad as his wife Gorya. Now Gorya tricks humans by saying that her name is Gloria, and then she possesses the humans. She possessed Sally the same way.
Stan finally showed me what I did in the past year, and It was terrifying. I set fire to fire departments, threw rocks at cars, knocked down lightpoles, and worst of all setting fires to houses after setting fire to fire departments.
After that I could only think about Sally.
Chapter 4: Saving Sally
It didn't take me long to find Sally because of the trail of destruction. I could see Gorya inside of Sally, and I took out a pistol with rounds that were filled with holy water. She saw me and said what I hope you remember.
"Put that gun down!" Sally yelled. "bang." I couldn't help crying about killing the person I loved. Before I could walk away, Sally got up and walked to me asking what happened. Explaining everything to her, I walked her to Stan's place. "I see you've found Sally" Stan said. "Yes, and I was wondering if you could tell her what happened" I said. "Okay, but you're going to have to tell her some parts that I didn't see" he said.
Chapter 5: Not demons
After that, we did what we could to stop all of the evil demons that terrorize people. We have always won in the end, and we have never been possessed again.
just found an unfinished story i wrote in the second or forth grade (i don't exactly remember, but i know i wrote it in elementary school) and also an unfinished story i wrote in the seventh grade (i do remember writing this one)
standby for something that is sure to make me uncomfortable to share
I'm always telling people they can play around with the S in my name (leave it out and call me Kai, fricativize it and call me ʃkai. Have fun) or call me by my full name (SkaiJay, no space) or call me by my middle name, and without fail people say "oh I'll keep that in mind!" and then exclusively call me Skai. Which is fine of course; it's literally my name. I chose it because I like it. But I also like variety, y'know?
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not a nepo baby but certainly weird to think if i ever decided to make a career out of photojournalism i'd be like, the nepo babiest. sometimes i feel it calling to me too
when i think about what it means to be queer, i think about resting my head on my best friend's lap in the high school cafeteria when i was unbearably sick but had to come to school anyways because it was finals week, and i remember that a few weeks earlier he told me he might be bisexual because he thought me and Brendan Urie were really hot, and i remembering thinking this guy thinks i'm hot and here i am pale and sweaty, head in his lap in front of the whole school
when i think about being queer, i think about the time i had to present at the school science fair, and i started hyperventilating in my room looking at myself in the mirror wearing men's dress clothes; i think about my boyfriend at the time texting the head of the school's queer spectrum alliance club about it, and how 10 minutes later i had 12 different outfits from 12 different students to choose from to wear instead, no questions asked
when i think about being queer i think about getting so caught up in a make-out session in the woods with a friend that we lost track of time and i ended up being 10 minutes late to physics the day before our midterm and had to ask to borrow a pencil and paper to take notes. i got a 93 on that midterm btw
when i think about being queer i think about how i didn't want to watch a movie alone, and one 16 hour date and 5 years later, i'm engaged to one of the most incredible men i've ever met
when i think about being queer, i think about how in April of 2020, after being kicked out of my college dorms due to covid, i told my friend, a nonbinary lesbian married to a transgender man, that i couldn't handle getting misgendered at home anymore, in less than an hour i was in their car, on my way to the house they were living at, where they said i could stay as long as i needed
when i think about being queer, i think about how when that ended up not being true, when the owner of that house kicked me out, i texted my now and also then ex boyfriend, and again, in less than an hour, i was in a car, on my way to his house where i could stay as long as i needed.
when i think about being queer, i think about a few months later, sitting at his kitchen table, him calling me a motherfucker because i accidentally tugged too hard emptying his drains from top surgery. sorry about that, btw
when i think about being queer, i think about trying to give my fiance his first T shot and it turning into a multi day ordeal because the pharmacy gave him the wrong needles, but ultimately my sister in law was able to do it for him. i think about how for the past year i've driven him to Park West pharmacy, owned and operated by trans people, and they've given him his shot because he doesn't like doing it himself.
when i think about being queer, i think about the road trip i took a few years ago to visit my friends, and even though we're mostly all "queer content creators" to the outside world, we didn't end up creating any content at all; we hung out, i slept on their couches, they bought me food, we played games, and we were happy
little ongoing writing project: With and Without You
only a couple pages right now. i'll make sure to reblog this post whenever there's a new addition. if you don't want to read the very brief description and instead want to skip straight to page 1, feel free to.
i'm really liking my decision to write this story one vignette at a time rather than focusing on the whole story at once.
i struggle a lot with pacing usually, and this is really helping with that because this story isn't about the plot or how we get from one scene to the next. it's about what's happening right now, in this moment. so letting myself focus on just this one moment and very little else is nice.
and this moment? this one's inspired by all the boys and men i've loved so far, as well as some things i love about myself. a short scene, frozen in time, the little quirks of life that make it worth living :)
little ongoing writing project: With and Without You
only a couple pages right now. i'll make sure to reblog this post whenever there's a new addition. if you don't want to read the very brief description and instead want to skip straight to page 1, feel free to.
i'm really liking my decision to write this story one vignette at a time rather than focusing on the whole story at once.
i struggle a lot with pacing usually, and this is really helping with that because this story isn't about the plot or how we get from one scene to the next. it's about what's happening right now, in this moment. so letting myself focus on just this one moment and very little else is nice.
and this moment? this one's inspired by all the boys and men i've loved so far, as well as some things i love about myself. a short scene, frozen in time, the little quirks of life that make it worth living :)
little ongoing writing project: With and Without You
only a couple pages right now. i'll make sure to reblog this post whenever there's a new addition. if you don't want to read the very brief description and instead want to skip straight to page 1, feel free to.
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little ongoing writing project: With and Without You
only a couple pages right now. i'll make sure to reblog this post whenever there's a new addition. if you don't want to read the very brief description and instead want to skip straight to page 1, feel free to.
been difficult lately for me to write whole projects, so for the next little while you'll probably see me going one page or vignette at a time, only updating occasionally. may take me a bit to figure out how to do that in a tumblr way
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