A Year in The Making
  • Reads 72
  • Votes 2
  • Parts 21
  • Time 1h 19m
  • Reads 72
  • Votes 2
  • Parts 21
  • Time 1h 19m
Ongoing, First published Sep 24, 2021
I've started another writing adventure that really has no purpose other than me wanting to do it.  Theoretically, it's supposed to be daily but I can no more convince myself to write than I am willing to take a bullet for a squirrel.

Please let me know if you like a specific story and leave a comment so we can maybe revisit it in the future!

Drop a hello somewhere, stranger :D

Hope to see you around :)

Cover Photo by Burak Kebapci from Pexels
All Rights Reserved
Sign up to add A Year in The Making to your library and receive updates
or
#2dailywriting
Content Guidelines
You may also like
My Poetry Escape by Someone_Invisible15
77 parts Complete
I may just be a girl. No one special. Nothing compared to others. In the eyes of the universe, I am just a little speck of dust. My light may not shine very bright, and it may not be of any use, but I am me. Writing is my only escape out of this world. I cry rivers of ink and climb mountains of words. I may not write as well as others, but my writing is just a different style. They're my feelings. I really do hope you can connect to some of the work in here. Please, do not copy any of this work without informing me first. Thank you! "My Escape" I have a supply, In the closet near my bed, Of past memories, Hanging by a thread. A thread, Connected to my mind, That thread, Just follows me around. I have a hole, In the middle of my heart, That hole fills up, When someone's torn apart. I have a tear, Accompanying my lonely eye, Knowing, whenever I'm alone, I can sit in a corner and cry. Even though, These things are there, I still have ink, a notebook, and a pen, To care. I write and write, To my heart's desire, New feelings erupt, By the hour. Writing is, My one escape, In this cruel and careless world, I have the power, to awake. "A Story Without Words" A story told, In a little tune, A golden smile, And a shining tear, Rolling down my cheek. A little breeze, The nice sun, A marvelous day, Turned into a wet one. The memories dripped, Down on my cotton white shirt, Leaving stains, On my malicious heart. Your smile, Worth a thousand words, Can't cheer up This depressive mind. A storm bewildered, Your indecisive mind, Drowning me, In my reckless thoughts. A rainy day, A gleaming lie, A story not told, With words Nor sounds. This story is, But a mere thought, In this universe We share, Every night. This story is, A withering storm, Drifting off, In this careless soul. This story is, Not told with sounds, But a never ending blow, Of swirling emotions, Bottled up inside.
You may also like
Slide 1 of 10
One Micro Fiction Story each Day [complete] cover
tales from february cover
First Love, The Sinner & The Saint  cover
Glass Heart cover
☆° Ask or dare ~ Countryhumans °☆ cover
Kiribaku Oneshots cover
My Poetry Escape cover
Ideas and Rejects cover
NANOWRIMO 2020 cover
Depression, anxiety, EDs, and other mental health issues.  cover

One Micro Fiction Story each Day [complete]

50 parts Complete

I have decided to force myself to write every day. I've tried to start a novel countless times, so I have reached the conclusion that it's better to write short stories. I was looking for Short Story challenges to make it exiting, and I found one that I liked; writing one micro fiction story each day, it doesn't matter how many words it has or what it is about, but, I have to finish one every day. I decided this was the best moment to start, it being march of 2020, and me being in quarantine with nothing to do. This is why this book exists, each day I will write a piece of micro-fiction and post it in this book. I believe that I will get better through time if I follow this challenge. Some day I may decide to stop it, though hopefully it will be in a long time. (by the way, it's not complete but I marked it like that because the chapters don't compliment one-another, so each story is basically done by the time I publish it) -Lilly Rose