I had a heavenly dream, a dream about a life I wish I have, a far-fetched life only in fantasy... God why are dreams so cruel?
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Hello, I need help, if anyone can hear the chorus to this song and word it out for me that'd be swell, I'll do anything in return.
Hey, kid want some of that good stuff? Will cost ya three dollars.
happy birthday
Is this the correct use of the —? I don't know what it's called but people told me it's used like this.
I walked out to see — A man with blue skin with strange face tattoos, another tall man with light skin with no ears, and a human woman in all black except for her big wizard-like hat — they were all talking about something something dungeon.
I'm confused, baffled, puzzled, unsettled, ran out of synonyms, bedeviled.
I got a recipe for a late night high-on-weed-with-the-homies drinks from the lyrics of a music video (Khấn Còi by G.Family if you're curious)
"Scotch và Sprite là 3/2 và pha đá" which translated to "3 part scotch, 2 part sprite, mix it with ice"
Anyone gonna try this? I'm not allowed near wine
A slight jab of how often I've seen fantasy media just randomly throw in explainations for the audience without anyone asking:
"I've just demonstrated her power to her, so I twisted my energy to prepare a fire spell before using the essences around her to cast it."
"Why are you speaking like you're explaining magic to some audience?"
Put the time loop back to that, I'll never say me that again
I believe I have something called "Post-chapter depression" where after finishing a chapter, all motivation to write the next one just gone even though I just had it.
On one hand, I would like to be a random soul in the ever floating world that focused on its goal to the end of the journey where he'll sleep daily next to heaven, alone, romantically staring at the night sky
On the other hand, I miss her and I kinda want the validation she gave me once again..
My story got a lot of traffic, as in views, readers, favorites, etc. But never, ever, nada, basically 0 comments. Does this mean my story's not on the comedic side?
4.8k words in 3 days (actually 4.1 since 700 were already prewritten but stfu).
Now Imma sleep well tonight and do it all again tomorrow.
I would either leave town covered in bruises or covered in handprints, and my fate was not in my control, in my will no more. Maybe, just maybe, it is like what I've once read of Michel de Montaigne: “In a great storm, sailors in ancient times invoked Neptune: O God! You will save or destroy me according to your will. But whatever you will, I will steer my ship as necessary!”
Expectation: I didn't post anything after 3 days of trying
Reality: I wrote 3000 words, it's just that the chapter's long, don't put yeself down.
There could be people I know in that crowd, people I've interacted with, people I've slept with. The thought alone humiliate a fragile-by-time soul like mine enough, the air was getting thicker, the voices were getting louder and my mind were getting filled with animated tangled strings.
Suggestion needed:
Sound for continuous slapping, a woman bitchslapping another woman, but it goes on for a long time so it shouldn't sound too weird, should I use "tap" "slap" "bap" "chad"?
735 words to 2389 words in two days, I think I'm in love with having a time table thingy
It was one of the happiest moment since I'm into town, even though everything leading up to that was insignificant for me to feel like that. And I should have guess that I was, just, a little, too happy, as I the moment went into hell.
The door to the room slam open.
I feel like if one of my loved ones' be in trouble, I would use them for my gains.
It never happened, but I just have the feeling, I would. -
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