Origins of a writer
A story of an average american writer finds someone who is just that into him. at least that is the initial prognosis.
Writers Block
Manic sat alone at his computer, clacking away as he wrote down a story he had been dying to finish. His online fans had been waiting a long time for the newest installment of his book series to be finished But something was wrong. He just couldn't...
Writer-Fazed
Iaran is a writer. i affirm to myself inside. i pick up the pencil, click the lead out a quarter-inch, press it to the paper and begin to write.
A Writer's Perdicament
Your a natrual writer, a very good knack for writing." keep on writing! your writing is excellent... [angry growls and incoherent curses and words] fuckin' shit man, if i can write real well why doesn't seem like it in my stories!? my ass!
Writer's Block
I'm tired of this writer's block. it's not just a writer's worst nightmare, but a metaphor on life. the words are on the tip of the tongue, but they just won't come.
Writer's block
* * * hello, my name is dennis, i am an amateur writer., you have probably read something i have written on yiffstar. i am currently under the spell of writers block which isn't helping things with my writing.
Writer's Block
Something to make me feel like an actual writer again. first thing to catch my eye was a van belonging to the council, parked up almost directly opposite our balcony.
Writer's Room
"Uh huh. Yeah. I don't know if I'll be there, there's something I have to do first. Uh...I don't have time to explain it, I'm already running late. I'll call you again when it's all over. Alright. See ya..." Ozzie stuffed his phone back into pants...
graveyard men - poem
They say they meet in graveyards where the leaves crunch and crumble where the men meet under the moonlight rumored has it to drink and mumble Down the sidewalk they'll come Paving their path in groups treading along the walk, footsteps heavy in...
November
Here it was where the world ended. Autumn finally gave way, submitted before the heavy nights of winter came crashing down. Living breath steamed into a useless cloud that dispersed away. Frost crept over the ground and made way for the reign of cold....
Never Taste Freedom
#10 of writer's crossing expect to see this uploaded to writers' crossing during august 2022, as this is my submission.
Cul-de-Sac
#5 of writer's crossing i think it's for all ages. anyways, this was my submission for the september 2021 writing prompt for the writers' crossing group. i really struggled with the end.