June 2012
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slowly,
S l o w l y is a time traveling memory that warps the future without changing the past. It freezes the ticking hands so that the hands still in my lap don’t add haste to the moment. S l o w l y is a seduction, a kiss on the forehead, a kiss on the cheek and three to the back of your neck that makes you remember the base of his. And s l o w l y is how I choose to forget.
April 2012
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2048
Truth be told, I didn’t just hate your new image. I absolutely abhorred it. Your musical smile, matched with the snapping fingers in the style of jolly carolers, was too wide with the lips in my memory. Nothing about your success placed right. Seeing you up there felt like someone was taking a knife down my spine, one vertebrae at a time.
((how to read 2046))
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writer everyday
even if the words don’t love you back
and reognize themselves in and order that
done’s allow you to look intelligent or kind,
like manic dslexsia as if i don’t know the words i’m saying
as though i can’t prove that i am mor than this because
the words come faster than my fingers can go. this is the unediting
of a poem that i am just typing no...
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little lion man (cover) - nina nesbitt
“Sometimes you read a book so special that you want to carry it around with you...”
– Markus Zusak (via funeral)
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i know
i know you would love me if i
looked a certain way, acted a certain way, had the voice of a certain girl, smiled with a certain muscle,
and the girl you find beautiful is not beautiful to me, until i’ve seen the way you look at her, only i’ve never seen you look at her at all, but i can see her in way you look at every girl as if they are not her, not her here.
i know you still love...
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about
This blog is a writing portfolio of my creative work, mostly in the fiction form. I usually post drafts, slivers of bigger projects, and/or reblogs of other creative works.
There is poetry, flash fiction and sentiments of the novel I am currently working on called, To Love Death. Everything is copyrighted as my intellectual property, although I do understand that the fact that I’ve posted...
It's Not Acquired →
asubtleselection:
By Christal Yuen, fiction
My grandmother’s favourite dish is an unrecognizable concoction of grey sop. It looks like watery cement, grey speckled bits that could’ve been pepper but never really tasted anything like it. Most of it wasn’t actually pork. Pork intestines, pork skin, pork feet, pork anything but the meat, which had been boiled to tastelessness for the soup that...
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March 2012
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to love death
I’m finally writing To Love Death the rewrite! I wrote the first chapter (again after 4 tries) and for the first time it’s genuine to the Soompi original, and it’s great. I would share a little with you, but I’m refraining. However, I’m just letting you know that it’s coming along swimmingly. Maybe it was … I’ll write the rest of this up on my...
Anonymous asked: I am in love with Starship. Do you have an idea when this will be published or available for purchase? Thank You kindly.
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There is no one but the internet (and nerdfighteria) who can understand what it means to give away my pre-ordered copy of The Fault In Our Stars to someone.
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i blame the cookie
i blame the cookie for my misfortunes. for its scripted proverb - that was probably misquoted from the internet, then printed in china with ink from india, before it was shipped to san francisco, where they wrapped and fried the dough into fat croissants, ugly crescents -
that said words i don’t remember, but am still trying to constantly organize because those generic words had a...
The Boy, Who Owns My Heart: chapter one. →
theboywhoownsmyheart:
“One grande water.”
People stare every time this happens. It’s always, “Who’s the weirdo who ordered water?” And I answer the call by going to the counter to collect my drink. One grande water, no ice, and my name spelled correctly on the side. I even tell them to put my cup in the coffee…
tolovedeath:
LUV - Giraffage
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the fault in my veins
Dear John Green,
You are no Van Houten (which is why I address this letter with a Dear instead of a rude insertion of just your last name), but you are the writer whose sentiments concerning the earth and humanity have organized this letter I am writing. In light of the recent end (for me) this letter is to you, because you (and the nerdfighter community, really) understand the context...
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The Boy Who Owns My Heart →
Here’s the link to where I will post the story. The prologue is up. I’m going to make a thread on Soompi now. Yay? Hope this journey will be a nice long year with you guys.
For those who don’t know what Soompi is, it’s a Kpop forum that has a fanfiction unit. That is where I started my writing roots, and for now I am returning there to help myself return not only to long...
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tbwomh
After you, there is no one, he said. I don’t think you understand how serious I am. I’ll tell you. It means that before you, I was distracted, and now after you… He broke in small hiccups, somewhat hopeful in his pause. I don’t think I’ll be able to find anyone who will make me feel the same. And even if there is someone who can make me smile, I’ll be interested...
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the hanging tree
In May, Jayme Seuss was left quite newborn on the steps of an abandoned house. They said his mother was a whore, and his father could have been anyone, but not anyone from the village, the villagers concurred as they watched Jayme haul in his quivering net. All peeked at him, when they could – with women fawning over the veining of his arms as he spilled fish eggs. They lusted, his sleeves twisted...
Anonymous asked: I'm kind of obsessed with home by the sea... :( Will you be writing something similar to that? At first, I thought it was a quote from a book and google for a title and author because I wanted to read the story. lol. But since you're going to embark on the gang theme I'll just wait and see. ;)
Just scribbled an outline of a story meant for Soompi. It’s a combination of Red Strings and Wonderland (relatively unknown story), that includes the Soompi favourite theme of gangs and eternal sicknesses. I’ll write up two chapters this break and debate about it. How many of you guys still use Soompi/would go back there to read it?
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death and friends,
I had a friend who loved animals, so I wrote a story in which they all died. I had a friend who loved colors, and when she turned her back, I painted her portraits black. I had a friend who loved the sky, a friend who loved the earth, a friend who loved candles, and a friend who loved traveling, who I poisoned before, who I broke windows for, why I burnt bridges, just to see, the way a heart...
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before the end of the fucked up tale
They were invited to a riverside barbeque after the Charleston morning service. The bass grilled and charred with grease by Stanley Simms was famous, but Macy Malloy ate only a scoop of coleslaw. She sat under a tree to avoid the scorching heat, her back faced the crowd as they drilled verses in and out of her husband. She listened to the tennis battle of conversations. Macy Malloy crushed the...
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Changing things up.
This blog will now be strictly writing/original/creative endeavors, and the occasional music post - this is simply because I want to be able to showcase my work professionally. If you want to follow my personal blog, go over here to: http://tolovedeath.tumblr.com. Posts that are poetic about my life will appear in both blogs.
Now I am going to commence the arduous task of reblogging non-writing...
Anonymous asked: Hi, the link to starship doesn't work anymore :/ are you reposting anytime soon? The storyline is amazing!
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a simple man, scene ii
JOANNA: Okay, so this was a question that got me kicked out of class when I was in high school. Ready?
NICHOLAS: Ready.
JOANNA: Let’s say you’re looking down at the street from a building, and you see that a woman and her child are about to be hit by a car. There’s a man next to you. If you could push the man to save the two, would you do it?
NICHOLAS: Um… well how old...
February 2012
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Sometimes I remember that there’s more than just the living that wander.
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To be honest: I rather be completely miserable but constantly writing, than be happy.
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