Tag: Life
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A Neurodivergent Guide to NaNoWriMo
I thought why not make my own NaNoWriMo guide; one specifically tailored for me. A guide for all my neurodivergent people out there who really struggle with deadlines and always feel like there are not enough hours in a day. And not to overwhelm anyone, including myself, this guide is comprised of only 3 objectives.…
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Prompt: Slow me down // Letters to September – 29
It feels like I’m always rushing and racing and running in circles. I’m moving too fast in this live, forgetting my purpose. Alone in the car the blur of the traffic is sending me spinning. But it feels like I’m getting nowhere. My head and my heart are colliding, my feelings and thoughts chaotic. The…
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Prompt: My heart on repeat // Letters to September – 28
I find myself again spiralling out of control. Holding on to broken pieces, forgetting how to fly. Dreaming about meadows at the break of dawn with a soft blanket of mist hovering above the ground. Hugging the tree line at the far back with the early soft streaks of the sun barely shining through.
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Prompt: Midnight adventures // Letters to September – 27
When she can’t sleep all she does is stare at the wall waiting for the hours to tick by. But the clock doesn’t want to seem to move. All she wants are midnight adventures. Imagining picnics in flower-fields, walking secret trails through the forests, discovering places no one has stepped foot in before. Exploring forgotten…
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Prompt: Fireplace // Letters to September – 25
Fall has finally arrived in full. The air now holds a sharpness to it, wrapped ever so slightly in cold. The streets glow with orange hues of crispy leaves, like a blanket covering the floor. The warm smell of spices and pumpkin fields hangs all around us. The sun sets with an eagerness of young…
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Prompt: Queen of my own castle // Letters to September – 24
You can’t hurt me no more.I won’t fall for your lies or hear your twisted words.I’m not the same person as when I left you behind.I don’t believe your excuses or let you play with my mind. The girl that I was, was how you formed me to be.I see right through your facade, now…
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Prompt: Let’s rewrite love // Letters to September – 23
I’m sick and tired of fires burning too quickly. Of sparks not getting the chance to grab hold and warm a broken heart. Of love being neglected because the timing wasn’t right or simply because it needed effort. I’m done with chasing the thrill but not pushing through. Done with running from love because it…
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Prompt: stains on the floor // Letters to September – 17
She grew up in a house with white walls and clean floors. Everything always neat and tidy. Not a single misplaced item or lingering coffee mug. It was her house but it still felt empty. Stripped from emotions and banter. Not a mark on the wall that kept a memory of her first try on…
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Prompt: conversations at candlelight // Letters to September – 16
After finishing their dinner Rob starts to collect the dishes of the table while Sasha walks into the kitchen to get a wet cloth to wipe down the table. They have been married for only two years but have already found a comfortable rhythm that worked for them both. Before they lived together Rob would…
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