A Trip Inside My Head
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Behind the Letters
It was supposed to be anonymous. Just some harmless, late-night messeges on a forum. No names. No photos. No real-life complications. She was GoldTrap-mysterious, sharp, and way too good with words. I was BlueInk-awkward, sarcastic, and definitely not looking for anything. But then she made me laugh. Then she made me think. Then... she made me feel things I really shouldn't be feeling for someone I've never met. I'm Quinn. Twenty-four. Screenwriter-in-training. Emotionally a little chaotic and basically there no reason an amazing woman like her would be falling for someone like me. I've played a lot of roles in my life. But never this one. ----------------------------------------------- Late at night, I started writing letters to a stranger on a private forum-just to feel something real. She calls herself BlueInk. She's young, clever, infuriatingly honest... and somehow, she sees right through me. She doesn't know I'm Juliette Delaney-Hollywood's favorite ice queen with a face on every magazine and a life that doesn't belong to me anymore. She doesn't know that when I type, my hands shake. That when I read her replies, I smile. That I'm craving her words more than I've ever craved the spotlight. And I don't know what will happen if she finds out who I am. Because if I tell her the truth, I might lose the one person who loves me for who I really am. Not the icon. Not the actress. Just... me. But if I don't? I'll never get to feel her say my name out loud.Complete
ညွှန်းဖွဲ့ဆိုသည် မောင့်ပန်းချီ
ခင့်ရဲ့ ညာဘက်မျက်ခုံးပေါ်ကမှဲ့ကလေးပေါ်မှာ ကျွန်မရဲ့ အသက်ဓာတ်လေးတည်ရှိနေတယ် ကျွန်မရဲ့နှလုံးသားကတော့ ခင့်ရဲ့ ပါးချို့င့်နက်နက်လေးထဲမှာတစ်သက်စာခိုလှုံနေလေရဲ့....
TL TD
"You know that I'm dying and you still want this?" I asked confused. She walked slowly to me, never taking her eyes off me. Like two piece of magnet coming together, I couldn't pull away. Resting her forehead on mine, she finally spoke "I love you"Complete
The Hill Scene
I wanted to make a story that involved a stereotype free lesbian love story, because I think we deserve some representation that doesn't sexualise us and doesn't push stereotypes onto us. Just a little tearjerking love story that just happens to be between two girls :) (unedited)Complete
Mine~
ကျွန်မရဲ့ နှလုံးခုန်တာ ရပ်သွားရင်တောင် သူမကို မချစ်တော့ဖို့ မသေချာဘူး.. စိတ်နှလုံး ကြေ မွ နေရလဲ..ထို အမျိုးသမီးကိုတော့ ကျွန်မ ချစ်နေနိုင်ပါသေးတယ်...~Complete
Living With This Idiot (GirlxGirl)
Living with an idiot was not easy. Even worse, my nemesis. First, she tried stealing the girl of my dreams. Now she wanted to steal the rest of my life? I hated how much she knew how to annoy me and how easily it came to her. Even more, I hated how amusing I actually found it to be.Complete
It was supposed to be anonymous. Just some harmless, late-night messeges on a forum. No names. No photos. No real-life complications. She was GoldTrap-mysterious, sharp, and way too good with words. I was BlueInk-awkward, sarcastic, and definitely not looking for anything. But then she made me laugh. Then she made me think. Then... she made me feel things I really shouldn't be feeling for someone I've never met. I'm Quinn. Twenty-four. Screenwriter-in-training. Emotionally a little chaotic and basically there no reason an amazing woman like her would be falling for someone like me. I've played a lot of roles in my life. But never this one. ----------------------------------------------- Late at night, I started writing letters to a stranger on a private forum-just to feel something real. She calls herself BlueInk. She's young, clever, infuriatingly honest... and somehow, she sees right through me. She doesn't know I'm Juliette Delaney-Hollywood's favorite ice queen with a face on every magazine and a life that doesn't belong to me anymore. She doesn't know that when I type, my hands shake. That when I read her replies, I smile. That I'm craving her words more than I've ever craved the spotlight. And I don't know what will happen if she finds out who I am. Because if I tell her the truth, I might lose the one person who loves me for who I really am. Not the icon. Not the actress. Just... me. But if I don't? I'll never get to feel her say my name out loud.
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