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7 hours ago, Spark of Hope said:

See I don’t outline. Usually. I tend to just let fate take its toll

Oh I never have and I still don’t. But now I’m writing in order on the same doc instead of like…Liz, where we had 5 docs, an app, 3 notebooks, and none of the scenes were in order.

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If you want, you can make blog on 17S for these. That way the specific stories are organized and stuff. Might make it easier for people like myself (who only just found your forum) to read the different stories. Just a suggestion. May be difficult to migrate there since it seems like you already wrote a lot. Also the forum already seems to be working for you, but just letting you know in case you haven't seen that feature yet.

 

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On 12/28/2025 at 1:20 PM, Edema Rue said:

Been a hot sec since I posted here, but I’ve got 10,000 posts! So, in celebration, here’s a teeny excerpt from my current project.

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“I used to drive,” Jake said. “Most of every day. I had to start keeping a spare tank in my back seat in case I ran out before I could get to a gas station.”

“What did you tell her, Jake?”

“Parents were never around. They loved me—I’m sure they still do, actually—but they were busy. Working. Dana moved out, and then it was just me.”

Ben sighed softly. “I need you to tell me what you said to April. West will get it out of her either way.”

Jake studied Ben’s face for a long moment. The kid’s power was weird, all right. You saw him as an acquaintance. When you first met him, he looked like someone you almost knew. Slowly, the details would resolve. But the name was the trick. The only name you could ever hear him called was that of the person you’d first seen. “What does she think your name is?”

“Ben,” Ben said, only Jake was sure he hadn’t said Ben at all. There was no other name, though, not for the creature in front of him. 

“Are you even human?”

“Jake…”

“I just don’t get it. What hold does Tommy have on you? And how does he see you?”

“He’s my dad,” Ben said, watching the sky as if it might finally change. “Is April going to run?”

“I hate empty houses. Empty cars are better, though. You can turn the music up as loud as you want, and only turn down roads if you aren’t sure where they’ll take you.”

“If she runs, we’ll all be in trouble.”

“I hated to turn around. If I was going to go home, I wanted to do it in a new way. But there are only so many roads to take when you know where you’re going. Some nights I couldn’t stand it. I’d keep driving until my engine stopped. Then I’d climb onto the hood and watch the stars. There’s nowhere safer than a driver’s seat.”

“I’m not West,” Ben finally snapped. “You don’t have to tell me stories to hide what you’re thinking.”

“I don’t have to do anything,” Jake said, finally meeting Ben’s eyes. “But most of the time, I can’t even talk.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You aren’t fixing it.”

“I can’t. You know that I can’t.”

Jake turned away, looking into the trees. It was dark. Nothing moved. Nothing lived. “I had a girl, back at home. We met at about two in the morning, on a road where I’d never seen another person. I was distracted, looking up at a pair of bats flapping across the road. There was a sharp corner ahead, and in a moment, a pair of headlights were blinding me. Then we hit. I couldn’t move. The front of the car was crumpled, and my leg was pinned. A minute later, the other headlights turned off. This girl stumbled out, blood dripping down her chin. I saw her look at her phone, then put it down. She made her way to my door, and after a moment, she opened it. She freaked out. Kept saying how sorry she was, how she didn’t mean to, how she was distracted by these bats. I told her it was all right. She left, went to find some service and call 911. Then she came back. Every time I tried to move, a sharp pain ran up my leg. So I stayed where I was, and eventually she climbed into the passenger seat, and we started to talk. 

“I asked her what she was doing on such a quiet road, so late. I loved her answer. She blushed and said she was driving, just driving. I asked if she did that often, and she said yes. We waited for a long time for the ambulance, or it felt like a long time, and we talked. About music, about driving, about our favorite secret places. I was surprised how many of mine she knew. We’d both walked along the same abandoned train track, both eaten at the same tiny cafe, both found the same hidden treehouse. Then there were sirens and lights. Everything blurred. They pulled me out of the car, took both of us to the hospital. In the morning, I had a cast on my leg and stitches on my shoulder. The girl, her name was Lilly, had stitches across her forehead. Before she left, she put her number in my phone…”

Jake trailed off, glancing at Ben. “I miss her.”

“I know.”

 

Loved it! Is it new, or does it have any characters from a previous story?

I wonder what happened to Lilly... And what's with that guy "Ben." And why did Jake say he can't speak most of the time? Was that literal?

 

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On 4/8/2024 at 12:28 AM, Edema Rue said:

GUYS please read this I’m in love with it and I don’t know why.

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Annie sat at the edge of a cliff, kicking her feet contentedly. “Death?” She asked.

The tall figure standing at her shoulder stirred. “Yes?”

“What happens when I die?” 

Death blinked. “What do you mean?”

Annie turned to face him, brow furrowed. “When people die, you send them on to the next life. And I’m going to die eventually. So I’ll have to move on. And you’ll stay here.”

“Well…yes,” Death said. His voice was gravelly and hard to read, but Annie thought he sounded sad. She was good at telling how he felt. 

“Then I won’t die for a long while,” the girl said, standing up happily. “I have to go now. Bye, Death!” Then she was gone, back in the world of the living.

***

Annie was crying. Death hadn’t known it was possible for a mortal to cry here, but Annie had spent more time here than almost any other mortal. He wasn’t surprised she’d figured it out.

“Annie?” He tried to sound gentle. It didn’t work. Somehow, though, she got it. 

“I don’t want to go back,” she whimpered. “Please, don’t make me go back.”

And though he had often been called heartless, something in his chest ached for the young girl. “You—you know I can’t, Annie.”

“Can’t I just stay here a little longer? Mom and Dad are screaming so loud, all the time. And it’s my fault. Maybe—maybe if I was gone, they’d be happier.” Annie looked up at him desperately. “I want them to be happy again.”

“No, no,” Death said. “It isn’t your fault.”

“Yes it is,” she said firmly. “D-Dad told me so. He said that if I just had a normal heart, then we’d have enough money, and then Mom wouldn’t hate him, and-and-” she broke off, sniffling. 

Slowly, Death sat down next to her, resting his scythe on the ground. He put an arm around her, and she fell into him, her crying getting louder. For a long minute, they just sat. Death didn’t try to promise that it would be okay. He’d been around too long to believe that, and he hated lying. “Did you know,” he finally said, “that most people hate me?”

Annie pulled back, dumbfounded. “Why do people hate you? You’re nice!”

Death’s mouth twitched, and he gestured at his black robe, his scythe, his pale face. “I’m Death.”

“That’s not fair! It’s not your fault people die.”

“No,” he agreed, “it isn’t. But they hate me anyway. And they have normal hearts. If you had a normal heart, maybe you’d hate me too.” It wasn’t perfect logic, but it was pretty, and Annie was young.

She thought for a moment, then nodded. “Then I’m glad I don’t have a normal heart. And I’m never going to hate anyone.”

Death smiled. “I’m sure the world is better with you in it, Annie.”

Tears dry, Annie nodded, eyes glistening with determination. “I’ll be back soon, okay?”

***

“Did you know,” Annie said, “that my teacher doesn’t get mad at me anymore? It’s annoying.”

“Shouldn’t that be a good thing?” Annie made a face, and Death laughed. “Sometimes you’ve just got to take what you can get.”

She shrugged. “Yeah, but it makes everyone else mad. Like, yesterday, I left my notebook at Dad’s house, and Mom wouldn’t let me go back to get it. And when I got into class, Mr. Flynn was yelling at Penny because she forgot her notebook. But he didn’t say anything to me, and now Penny hates me.”

“Ah.” Death nodded.

“But I don’t hate her,” Annie said, flashing him a dazzling smile. “Tomorrow, I’m going to bring her cookies. She likes oatmeal raisin ones the best, even though they’re gross, so I’ll make those ones.”

Death looked over at her. “You’re very wise, for a mortal.”

She winked at him. “I have a good teacher.” Then she frowned. “What do you mean, for a mortal?!”

***

Annie felt her heart rate slow, and she lay back in the grass, closed her eyes…and opened them in a world with black earth and a white sky. A moment later, a face that was nearly a skull appeared over hers. “Hi, Death,” she said. 

“Hi, Annie,” he replied, mimicking her tone. 

She laughed. “I don’t sound like that.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you?”

“I probably do,” she conceded. “How’s the Between?”

“Same as always,” Death murmured. “How’s living?” His mouth twitched into a gentle smirk. “How’s Jason?”

Annie sat up sharply, flushing and throwing a handful of deep black sand at him. “Shut up,” she said, but there was no malice in it. She paused. “He’s just as cute as he was yesterday.”

Death nodded somberly. “You’ve been here a lot, going by human time.”

“Every day,” Annie said. “Sometimes twice a day. The doctors say it’s getting worse.” Her lip trembled and she clenched her teeth, refusing to let the tears spill over. “We’ve been meeting with the school counselors, talking about career paths and colleges, that sort of thing. They—they told me not to bother choosing a college. They said not to even worry about taking required classes, just to enjoy the time I have left. No one even expects me to graduate high school, Death.”

Death sat next to her. “Hold on. You’re so strong, Annie. If anyone can survive, it’s you.”

“Right,” Annie said sarcastically, “it’s not like being friends with Death himself gives me an advantage or anything.” 

Death shrugged. “Guilty as charged…except that I’m not keeping you alive. Or killing you. I’m just a glorified babysitter.”

Annie burst out laughing. “Death is my babysitter…” She was still laughing as she faded from view, as the sky became blue rather than white, and the sound of sirens filled her ears.

***

Annie spun on her heel, searching. “Death!” She screamed. “Where are you?”

And then he was there. “Yes? What’s wrong?” He looked her over, worried. “Annie?”

Her chest heaved. “Sarah is dying.”

Death looked away.

“How long?” Annie demanded. “How long does she have?”

Death looked pained. Funny, how she’d once thought him hard to read. “I can’t-”

“You can’t what?” Annie snapped. “Can’t save her? I know that, and that’s why I’m not asking you to.” Her voice cracked. “I just want to know how long my friend has. Please, Death.” Death looked down. His hood covered his face with shadows, and with his scythe in the air he suddenly looked poised. Ready to attack. Annie took a step back. “Please…” 

“I can’t tell you,” Death whispered. 

For a moment, Annie wanted to yell. Her hands were trembling, her heart was pounding too fast (or it would have been, if she wasn’t in the Between), and her eyes were stinging. She saw, then, why her friend was something so many people hated. And then she took a breath, a promise made long ago returning to her mind. 

“Okay,” she said, though the word broke her heart. “Okay. Can you—can you at least tell me if I’ll see her again?”

Death looked up, his hood falling back. “I’m not supposed to. But I will.” He locked eyes with Annie, then shook his head. “Not in your mortal life. I don’t know what’ll happen after.”

“Okay,” Annie said. “O-okay. I can-I can-“ and then her eyes filled with tears. “It isn’t fair,” she said. “I know that’s childish. But it just isn’t. She had so much to live for. She had a boyfriend, and plans, and-and why her, and not me?” Death watched her, listening intently. Annie flushed. “It’s just-my parents have been prepared for my death since I was four, and all my friends know that they’ll go to my funeral someday. But she could have lived.”

“I’m sorry,” Death said, his voice barely more than a whisper. “I never realized it hurt so much.”

Annie’s cheeks were wet, and she scrubbed at them furiously. “It’s good that it hurts,” she said. “If it didn’t hurt, it would mean I didn’t care. But…” she exhaled softly. “How am I supposed to go on living without her?”

Death shook his head. Wordlessly, he pulled her into a hug and held her as she sobbed. “I can give her a message, if you’d like,” he finally murmured. “Nothing long. But something.”

“Oh, please,” Annie said, throat tightening dangerously. “Tell her—tell her bye. Tell her I’ll miss her so, so much. And tell her that I’ll make sure Peli, her dog, gets fed. And that I love her.” Annie was fading, but she clutched desperately at Death. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you so much.”

***

“You’re quiet today.” Death smiled at his friend. “Is everything all right?”

Annie nodded slowly. “Yeah…can I ask you something, Death?”

“Of course,” Death said easily. “I can’t promise an answer, but you can always ask.”

“Right.” Annie looked over at him, and for a moment the only sound was the crunch of sand beneath their feet. “You…you know that I’m not really walking, out there. Or, well, doing anything.” Death nodded. “Well…I used to sing, but I haven’t even been able to do that, recently. So I started writing. And I think I wrote a poem about you?”

Death blinked. “You think?”

Annie shrugged. “I’m not really sure. But I wrote it, and my mom saw it. She wants me to enter it to some contest, to ‘put my words into the world one last time’ or whatever. But…I want you to hear it. Because it’s for you, really, not the world.”

“Okay,” Death said.

“Okay.” Annie smiled shyly, and Death smiled back. 

 

“I am lost

To the world

That should have been mine. 

I am a frequent visitor

In a place

Between the living and the dead.

 

My mother fears Death,

My friends crave it. 

My teachers don’t speak of it,

And my enemies use it as a taunt. 

 

But the world of life twists,

And turns,

And changes

Every time I dare to blink.

 

And when even my heart is inconsistent,

Death is a constant. 

Not looming. 

Not waiting. 

But welcoming. 

In a world of extremes,

I have found a home Between.

 

And when I come home,

It is Death who greets me.”

 

Annie looked at him, and Death found himself momentarily speechless. But just as he opened his mouth, Annie faded away, and Death was left alone in a colorless world. 

***

Annie brushed sand from her clothes, standing up. “That was unpleasant,” she muttered. She looked around, and jumped when she saw Death behind her. “Oh my-Death! Don’t do that, it’s terrifying.” But Death didn’t laugh, and she frowned. “Death?”

“This is it.” He spoke so quietly, she could barely hear him. Still, the words filled her with a creeping, icy dread. “It’s time, Annie.” Annie didn’t speak. Couldn’t speak. “I’ve never tried to save a mortal’s life before. But I tried, Annie, I swear to you I tried.”

“I know,” Annie whispered. She wasn’t crying. How strange. Shouldn’t she be feeling something? She was about to die. “But we both knew it was only a matter of time. We called this place the Between for a reason.”

Death nodded. “But I hoped…”

“Me too.”

They were quiet for a long moment, and then Annie leaned up and gave Death a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you,” she said. “Thank you for being my friend. Thank you for all of it. Whatever comes next, I’ll miss you.”

And for the first time he could remember, Death felt his eyes grow wet. “Remember,” he said, voice husky, “when you told me that hurt is good? Because it means that you care?” Annie nodded. “This hurts,” he whispered.

“Oh, Death…” Annie gave his hand a final squeeze, and then, one last time, she faded from the Between. Death reached for her, but she was gone.

And this time, she would never come back.

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This was the prompt, I’m curious did it make sense without the context?

Death's favourite human comes to visit. The young girl has a medical condition where her heart stops for a few minutes every once in awhile. Death is the girl's favourite friend.

Also sorry it’s had exactly zero editing, I finished it maybe 10 minutes ago :P 

I’ll probably rewrite the poem since I don’t love it, but I really like the rest of it :D

 

That made me tear up. I loved it! The time jumps were really neat. Like showing moments from Annie's life. Did you ever write more for this? Edit 4: couldn't resist... Annie, are you ok? (It's a reference)

 

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On 9/24/2025 at 1:21 AM, Edema Rue said:

And then they slipped, and one day he sent a message that didn’t go through.

And then there were more years, and sometimes he remembered a girl who wanted to be caught.

And then he had a family and a job and he was rising, rising, rising. And then he walked into a meeting, and then she was there, and he stopped, and he stared, and she smiled, and the smile was golden, glittering, perfect. 

 

Gave me shivers because I thought she had died...

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2 hours ago, Theory said:

If you want, you can make blog on 17S for these. That way the specific stories are organized and stuff. Might make it easier for people like myself (who only just found your forum) to read the different stories. Just a suggestion. May be difficult to migrate there since it seems like you already wrote a lot. Also the forum already seems to be working for you, but just letting you know in case you haven't seen that feature yet.

 

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Loved it! Is it new, or does it have any characters from a previous story?

I wonder what happened to Lilly... And what's with that guy "Ben." And why did Jake say he can't speak most of the time? Was that literal?

 

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That made me tear up. I loved it! The time jumps were really neat. Like showing moments from Annie's life. Did you ever write more for this?

Thanks for the suggestion! Most of this thread was created before that feature existed.

Yeah, that one’s definitely missing some context just because it’s an excerpt. Jake did mean that literally, it’s sort of a side effect of an ability he doesn’t yet know he has.

i’m glad you liked it! I didn’t ever write more on that one, but it did get published in a teen anthology about a year ago.

3 hours ago, Theory said:

If you want, you can make blog on 17S for these. That way the specific stories are organized and stuff. Might make it easier for people like myself (who only just found your forum) to read the different stories. Just a suggestion. May be difficult to migrate there since it seems like you already wrote a lot. Also the forum already seems to be working for you, but just letting you know in case you haven't seen that feature yet.

 

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Loved it! Is it new, or does it have any characters from a previous story?

I wonder what happened to Lilly... And what's with that guy "Ben." And why did Jake say he can't speak most of the time? Was that literal?

 

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That made me tear up. I loved it! The time jumps were really neat. Like showing moments from Annie's life. Did you ever write more for this? Edit 4: couldn't resist... Annie, are you ok? (It's a reference)

 

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Gave me shivers because I thought she had died...

That would be very very sad.

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Just now, Edema Rue said:

i’m glad you liked it! I didn’t ever write more on that one, but it did get published in a teen anthology about a year ago.

Ooh nice! Congrats!

 

Would you wanna...swap some prompts?

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10 minutes ago, Theory said:

Ooh nice! Congrats!

 

Would you wanna...swap some prompts?

Sure, happy to. I can’t promise how much I’ll write, I’ve got about 5 more essays to write in the next couple days, but I’m happy to do something.

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3 hours ago, Edema Rue said:

Sure, happy to. I can’t promise how much I’ll write, I’ve got about 5 more essays to write in the next couple days, but I’m happy to do something.

That's a lotta essays, good luck!

Also, my question was maybe a little vague... Did you get what I meant? We each give each other a few writing prompts?

Here are a few for you:

  • Essay gone wrong (hopefully not for you!)
  • Write about someone who travels a lot, perhaps running away from someone/something?
  • Horror story that takes place in broad daylight. Involves a hat. (And/or a cat).
  • Edit; added another: a story about someone lonely finding friendship.
  • Edit the Second: a story based on the question "Why?"

Are those the types of prompts that would be useful to you? I can come up with some more if you want...and you can always save them for whenever you're free.

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Also...I've started writing some stuff recently if you don't mind taking a look, the link is in my siggy. They're way shorter than yours - 100-300 words each.

P.S. would you mind if I compiled a list of all the stories on this thread and put them in a post here or something? Like with an index that links to each one, with the title and maybe genre(s)? I may not do get to it...but I wouldn't mind tbh. Not really busy.

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4 hours ago, Theory said:

 

That's a lotta essays, good luck!

Also, my question was maybe a little vague... Did you get what I meant? We each give each other a few writing prompts?

Here are a few for you:

  • Essay gone wrong (hopefully not for you!)
  • Write about someone who travels a lot, perhaps running away from someone/something?
  • Horror story that takes place in broad daylight. Involves a hat. (And/or a cat).
  • Edit; added another: a story about someone lonely finding friendship.
  • Edit the Second: a story based on the question "Why?"

Are those the types of prompts that would be useful to you? I can come up with some more if you want...and you can always save them for whenever you're free.

1 hour ago, Theory said:

Also...I've started writing some stuff recently if you don't mind taking a look, the link is in my siggy. They're way shorter than yours - 100-300 words each.

P.S. would you mind if I compiled a list of all the stories on this thread and put them in a post here or something? Like with an index that links to each one, with the title and maybe genre(s)? I may not do get to it...but I wouldn't mind tbh. Not really busy.

Whichever prompts are great! I base a lot of my stories off song lyrics or specific things I’m feeling or watching others feel, but really anything can inspire. I’ll read your writing and give you a few prompts in a minute.

You’re definitely welcome to, just put the post in this thread. I don’t know how many people still read this (or haven’t read most of my work already), but I’ll warn you, there’s a lot here. 

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9 minutes ago, Edema Rue said:

I base a lot of my stories off song lyrics or specific things I’m feeling or watching others feel, but really anything can inspire.

Omg same! A bunch of my stories were based of a word in a song title or lyric I was listening to, or I looked around me for some inspo, or, two especially, was a specific feeling that I really wanted to get down in the writing. Im the past few days I've had less inspo than the first three (I've been writing for about a week)... so yeah, the prompts would be appreciated, whenever you have the time. I'll have to read some more of your works if/when i make that list.

9 minutes ago, Edema Rue said:

but I’ll warn you, there’s a lot here. 

i bet...

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=== EDDIE'S WORDS ===

+++ Table of Contents +++

Page 5 of 5

How do I order the Liz stories? You mentioned they aren't really sequential, correct?

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8 hours ago, Theory said:

=== EDDIE'S WORDS ===

+++ Table of Contents +++

Page 5 of 5

How do I order the Liz stories? You mentioned they aren't really sequential, correct?

Dang bro locked in…

the Liz one’s definitely aren’t in order. Somewhere in here there’s a doc linked with most of them on it chronologically.

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5 minutes ago, Edema Rue said:

Dang bro locked in…

the Liz one’s definitely aren’t in order. Somewhere in here there’s a doc linked with most of them on it chronologically.

Unfortunately, there seemed to be a lot of depressing stuff....

soo...yeahhh...

 

Edit: what do you see when you follow someone here? Like notifs or anything?

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45 minutes ago, Theory said:

Unfortunately, there seemed to be a lot of depressing stuff....

soo...yeahhh...

 

Edit: what do you see when you follow someone here? Like notifs or anything?

Depends on your individual settings. Some people get notifs every time someone they follow posts something, I personally see status updates but that’s about it.

46 minutes ago, Theory said:

Unfortunately, there seemed to be a lot of depressing stuff....

soo...yeahhh...

Yep, I went through a phase.

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20 hours ago, Edema Rue said:

Depends on your individual settings. Some people get notifs every time someone they follow posts something, I personally see status updates but that’s about it.

Yep, I went through a phase.

Hey, Rue, how're your essays going? (Small talk be like:)

I wrote a bunch of poems, most of them short

Now I can't stop thinking of rhymes,

And reading in lines.

 

I'm posting today's soon.

it's seventeen poems,

I do believe.

Plus two short stories,

for you to read.

edit2: (^not the best lol but ya. Also, some of the poems will probably/hopefullly seem kinda like nonsense lol....)

 

Edit: also, i used your Dreaming prompt for a story, except not exactly. it's more like (or going to be, if i write more) similar to Your Name maybe? (Have you watched it? I loved it)

 

Edit again: here they are: yesterday (~half poems, and I think the first story there is the Dreams one) and today (lots of poems).

 

Also, do you mind when I share my writing with you/ask you to read it?

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Posted
3 hours ago, Theory said:

Hey, Rue, how're your essays going? (Small talk be like:)

I wrote a bunch of poems, most of them short

Now I can't stop thinking of rhymes,

And reading in lines.

 

I'm posting today's soon.

it's seventeen poems,

I do believe.

Plus two short stories,

for you to read.

edit2: (^not the best lol but ya. Also, some of the poems will probably/hopefullly seem kinda like nonsense lol....)

 

Edit: also, i used your Dreaming prompt for a story, except not exactly. it's more like (or going to be, if i write more) similar to Your Name maybe? (Have you watched it? I loved it)

 

Edit again: here they are: yesterday (~half poems, and I think the first story there is the Dreams one) and today (lots of poems).

 

Also, do you mind when I share my writing with you/ask you to read it?

Essays are finished, unless I decide to do another one for a contest. 5 new assignments to do tonight, but they’re all pretty chill, just math and meteorology.

Nice work on the poems! I’ll read them when I get off this mountain. I don’t mind you asking; I’m a writer too, and I know how much an audience matters. Can’t promise I’ll comment every time, but I‘m always happy to give them a read.

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13 minutes ago, Edema Rue said:

Essays are finished, unless I decide to do another one for a contest. 5 new assignments to do tonight, but they’re all pretty chill, just math and meteorology.

Nice work on the poems! I’ll read them when I get off this mountain. I don’t mind you asking; I’m a writer too, and I know how much an audience matters. Can’t promise I’ll comment every time, but I‘m always happy to give them a read.

Ooh, nice!

Thank you! It's fine if you don't comment for them all, it just feels good to know someone's reading them, yk? Even though I see that the blog gets views, that doesn't mean the people read them.

 

Edit: do you think I should make a thread here? (Creator's Corner.) Or post status updates or something?

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1 hour ago, Theory said:

Ooh, nice!

Thank you! It's fine if you don't comment for them all, it just feels good to know someone's reading them, yk? Even though I see that the blog gets views, that doesn't mean the people read them.

 

Edit: do you think I should make a thread here? (Creator's Corner.) Or post status updates or something?

Up to you! In my experience, a thread usually does better than a blog, and posting an SU helps people who follow you to know about it.

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18 minutes ago, Edema Rue said:

Up to you! In my experience, a thread usually does better than a blog, and posting an SU helps people who follow you to know about it.

Just posted an SU, thx. Idk about a thread tho... because i did a blog because it seeme the right formst. and yes u are prob rigt about thread though.

lol sometmes i like not correcting my spelling hehe

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