Story cover for Writer in Progress by EowynAngelz
Writer in Progress
  • WpView
    Reads 70
  • WpVote
    Votes 4
  • WpPart
    Parts 23
  • WpHistory
    Time 48m
  • WpView
    Reads 70
  • WpVote
    Votes 4
  • WpPart
    Parts 23
  • WpHistory
    Time 48m
Complete, First published Jun 05, 2023
As an aspiring author and journalist, I have been taking literary courses to expand my horizon as a writer. Whether that be illustrating from different perspectives, recording naturalistic observations, or analyzing TV shows... I have been growing in various areas, making me the novelist  I am today. 

The following publication you are about to read contains snippets of my journey (writing assignments, journals, poems, short stories, etc.) and the boundaries I had to cross to become a better storyteller. Every entry will have context for what the assignment is, followed by my submission. The topics will range from depression, addiction, everyday life, fantasy, sentence experimentation, notes from class, and more.

Dive into this book to witness a writer in progress!
All Rights Reserved
Sign up to add Writer in Progress to your library and receive updates
or
#917pov
Content Guidelines
You may also like
A fucking mess of poems dead stories by amberandshadow
70 parts Complete Mature
FINISHED AND COMPLEATED. Just poems, I suppose. Or maybe a scrapbook of scars. A chaotic collage of half-born stories, abandoned plots, and feelings too loud to ignore. This isn't a novel. It's a graveyard of unwritten books- stitched together with ink and impulse. A little trauma here, a little heartbreak there. Addiction. Bad parents. Dangerous love. The usual mess. I never claimed to be a poet, but pain has a way of teaching rhythm. And when the stories in my head refused to become chapters, they became verses instead. My father? A ghost in flesh. A man who cradled needles more tenderly than he ever held me. He is an addict. A lover of oblivion. And I, the daughter left behind in the smoke of his escape. Does that make me a girl with "daddy issues"? Or just a girl still learning how not to bleed from wounds she didn't choose? This book is for the overthinkers, the almost-authors, the ones who feel too much and write too little- until the words finally spill out like blood on the page. Welcome to the ride. There's no exit. But there's poetry in the wreckage. Author's Note I didn't set out to write a book. I set out to survive my own mind. This is what happens when you have too many stories, too many ghosts, and not enough discipline to finish a single novel. So instead, I wrote poems- or something like them. Fragments. Feelings. Flashbacks. A scrapbook of the soul. Some of these pieces are fiction. Some are memory. Some are just what happens when you stare at the ceiling too long and let your thoughts rot into poetry. If you've ever had a thousand ideas and no idea where to start- if you've ever felt too broken to write but too full not to- this is for you. Thanks for riding with me. There's no map. No neat ending. Just the wreckage, and the words we make from it.
Reality of Yearning (GxG) by worldchange97
47 parts Complete
Do you ever feel like your own existence doesn't belong to you? As if you were the protagonist of a movie or a play where you need to please all the spectators and live according to the plot? But who writes that plot? Who decides of the unexpected developments and the people you meet? It should only be a matter of personal choices that we make by following our heart and listening to that little voice deep inside. Yet being the master of your own life seems complicated. Almost impossible. Your parents make decisions in your name until you become semi-independent. Then your brother takes the lead and becomes the self-proclamed parental authority. Your group of friends puts so much pressure on your shoulders that you end up acting impulsively and unwittingly just to get them off your back for a few days. Among all of that, the question that frequently comes up is: 'what about me?' What about my wishes and my desires? What about my tastes and preferences? What about my opinion on decisions that involve no one else but me? What about my feelings? Do they even matter, or am I simply supposed to look down and let my surroundings control my every move? Will I ever be able to find myself? Will they ever see me as me and not as the portrait of me they made up in their heads? Will I ever be able to assert myself and make myself heard? Will I ever obtain the leading role? This is the question that both Sasha and Cameron have tried to answer in vain, without knowing that they would find the answer in each other. ______________ #1 lgbtstory #1 homosexuality #1 sexualorientation #1 homophobia #1 lgbt #1 girlxgirl #1 lgbtfiction #1 gxg #1 gaylove #1 sexualorientation #2 lesbianromance
You may also like
Slide 1 of 9
A Beautiful Mess. cover
Hold me cover
The space between  cover
A fucking mess of poems dead stories cover
Reality of Yearning (GxG) cover
A Poets Diary cover
voicebox magazine: issue 2 cover
druidrose's Writer Room cover
NAKED  cover

A Beautiful Mess.

50 parts Complete

We never notice something is missing until it's gone. We never know about the void until we know what was supposed to fill it. We never know the magnitude of the impact until it's felt. We never have regrets until we make mistakes. We never see rainbows unless there was a storm. We can never make peace without there being a conflict first. It might all sound bad at first but keep in mind that there's always good where there's bad. There's always truth where there's lies. Theres always life where there's death. And theres always love where there's hate. Put this all together and you have A Beautiful Mess...