CHARACTER VOICE TAG:

Saddest thing i read today. Its absolutely heartwrenching

i wrote a short story that happens in roblox for a roblox military roleplay group im in uh read it if you want its kinda cring ethough

still dunno why i did this lol

The big night cat only eats Bluefin tuna

Concept: You walk outside one night and notice that there are two full moons. A few hours go by and they don’t seem to move.

You stare up at them.

They blink.

Hello to you too! I'm already really interested in the books you have!

Hello!

My name is Ian and I’m a writer so I figured it was about time I joined the writeblr community.

A little about me…

I’m 24 and use he/they pronouns.

I have a degree in Music Industry that I am currently not using. I also have a certificate in Writing and Publishing which I am sort of using.

I’ve been writing stories for as long as I can remember, but only started pursuing it as a career about three years ago. Since then I have self-published two books that I am very proud of.

In addition to writing I have interests in music, film & television, and linguistics. I also love to read so this will probably be a little bit of a bookblr too.

A little about my books…

As I said, I have two books currently available in paperback and ebook. They’re called It Could Always Be Worse and Will It Ever Get Better? They are both part of a series called the Woodview Stories, which I plan to continue. I’m currently working on the next book.

It Could Always Be Worse

After a traumatic experience in her hometown of Miami, Elena Flores moves away to live with the father she’s never met. It’s not easy starting a new school in the middle of October, so when her half sister invites her to a party, she thinks “what’s the worst that could happen?” Elena must learn to navigate her new life in the wealthy suburbs of Long Island and try to build relationships, but that’s hard to do when she doesn’t know who to trust and she can’t let go of her anger and sadness.

Order here.

Will It Ever Get Better?

Jo Reilly has dealt with a lot of big changes lately. She’s sharing a room with a surprise half-sister, her parents are always fighting, her best friends aren’t speaking to her, and she’s falling for someone totally unexpected. All she wants is to be normal, but what does that even mean? Jo must learn to shed her insecurities, resentments, and preconceived notions, in order to be true to herself and find the people who really care about her.

Order here.

Woodview Stories

Woodview Stories is a Young Adult contemporary fiction book series. It tells the coming of age tales of a diverse group of teens living in the affluent Long Island neighborhood of Woodview. The overarching story progresses through the books chronologically with each installment switching narrator to focus on a different person's point of view. It all begins with Elena, whose sudden move to Woodview from Miami sets off a chain of events that affects the lives of everyone around her.

A little about my other writing…

The majority of what I write in YA, like the books I have already written. I also tend to stick to contemporary, but sometimes drift to other genres.

I also dabble in screenwriting. I’m currently working on a teleplay as a side project. I’ll probably post a lot about that in addition to my main project.

Anyway…

I don’t know if I’ve put the right stuff in the intro post, but here it is anyway.

That’s all for now. Bye!

Yeah, the only desktops I've interacted with have been at school, and only for keybording class, end of year tests, and occasionally coolmath

this can't be true can it

I wanna know what show this is from now

Oh uterine horror of the crypt and fear of cis male bodies being involved in birthgiving and the fluidity of gender based on contextual interaction and non normative cycles of reproduction we're really in it now

Hello skinny tgirl. Lately you've been complaining that your tits aren't growing. In front of you is a plate of food.

Trucy in even more of my recent outfits :3

Ah! I don't know how I missed this, but here's the first line from 'One Dragon, Half a Dragon'

"It was cold in the vault; that was the first thing he felt upon waking up."

I have a lot of WIPs in the same world and it was kinda hard to pick, but I like this one.

I honestly don't know who else to tag here

First Lines Tag

Rules: Post the first few lines from one of your WIPs; this could be first sentences of the whole story, a chapter of your choice, or just from the most recent writing session.

Tagged by @joswriting—thank you!

Okay I'm finally going to stop calling it 'Mystery WIP'; here's the first line from my mermaid story Ichorfall, set in the same universe as Echoes of the Etan and The House of Akreios!:

Freedom was a breath away, but I felt that I had been holding mine for aeons.

Tagging @akiwitch, @the-down-upside-finch, @theaistired, @lexiklecksi, @charlies-storybook, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @amaiguri, & @caitlin-devlin—no pressure!

Honestly same, but this idea is as golden as menaleas' treasure

what if. spartans who don't like how smooth their skin is. who when out of their suits are disturbed by how smooth their skin is. the texture of the bodysuit that holds the gel layer is textured and that feels better.

all the injuries. all the hits they've taken. the pain they've endured. yet no scars to show for it. it feels wrong. their skin is far too smooth.

in a way, yes, their armor is their uniform. a second skin. but it's also what protects them - not entirely physically - but also mentally. when their body isn't as mangled as it seems to be, the ridges and grooves and texture of their armor and the bodysuit makes their bodies seem a little more accurate to how they feel they should be.

Concept: in a setting where vampires exist and can only be harmed by symbols of faith (crucifixes, etc.), a James Randi-style skeptic/supernatural debunker witnesses his family murdered by vampires, and dedicated his life to hunting down what he believes are a cabal of ordinary serial killers with a blood fetish and some cheap plastic fangs. They die when he shoots them with an ordinary gun, granted holy status by the sheer force of his belief that they are actually just ordinary humans who will die when shot.