forum Virtual Creative Writing Club, anyone?

Started July 06, 2019 by @ninja_violinist

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i dont know why i made it in small lines but it felt right! here you go, this one actually has a name :)
disclaimer: despite what you may see, i am in a happy relationship lmao

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killer baby

you're killer, baby,

killer smile, killer charm.

your arms, so strong, i doubt-

im strong enough to keep you at arms length.

babies have a real strong grip, its true!

you grab and do not let go!

somehow you wormed in

and got hold of my self.

you coo, content, waving it around you,

i beg you to be careful, its a precious thing!

you taste, nibble and consider, as babies do

chewing on what you ripped out of my core.

its okay, im just a little destabilised.

i fell over following its journey to the ground,

when you threw it off your high chair,

its okay, i collected the shards and threw them away,

dusted it off and gave you what was left.

your little ham fist grabbed it fast,

fast and strong. i asked again, be careful!

i know if i take it back you will cry;

throw a tantrum. if your grip is strong,

your tantrums are diamond hard.

hacking cries and baby fists grabbing me

by my throat and lifting me off the ground

and in the screaming and blood spilling

my lovely little self will be lost.

better to ask you to be careful. maybe;

i will cradle what is left long enough,

that it will grow back.

truly, baby, you're killer.

you're teething, still on your journey,

four baby teeth, razorsharp and carnivore

flesh from self, you keep me alive but bare.

my acid bones that only you can digest.

i dont quite know what you are doing to me

but baby is it efficient and irrevocable.

and when finally you're satisfied,

you nod off, cradled and fed, i am left

to gather what you did not want.

replace what is displaced in the empty gap

that never quite holds it shape;

i shave off a corner or two, slot it in, not neatly,

and with the abandoned bits i make your bottle.

babysitting is a fulltime job.

you are constant and corrupt.

and i love you, baby, need you.

for even less than being destroyed,

do i want to be alone.

@izzyandviolins ooooooh I love that snippet!!! very descriptive and vivid, and you create a super interesting tone that's very bleak and yet ends on that ironically comforting note of "safe haven", where the character has been there long enough that the bleakness is familiar. really well done and intriguing! only thing I noticed is in the first sentence, at some point it says "myself" where I think it might make more sense to say "herself"? but yeah, a super cool concept!! would love to read more if you ever get inspired, thank you for sharing!!

@amber_is_in_a_loop um????? I love this so much??? turning "baby" from a pet name into a metaphor for a toxic relationship??? iconic. amazing. show-stopping. beyond the clever wordplay in the title which I love, I think you have a brilliant sense of imagery in this poem. Every image is both right on theme and brutally expressive. truly amazing. one line that confused me a bit, which may absolutely be intentional, is "four baby teeth, razorsharp and carnivore/ flesh from self, you keep me alive but bare" - I think the imagery is very strong and I get a sense of what you mean, but I'm not really sure I understand the sequence and how the elements fit together, if that makes sense. again, this could 100% be intentional. thanks so much for sharing!!

thank you!!!!! "brutally expressive"i LOVE. thank you <3
I was doing a timed writing thing where you don't stop for 5 minutes and there was a little line "chewing on my identity contentedly nibbling on a corner of my soul a child who will throw a tantrum if it is not fed" and it really struck me so i extended it :P Plus it was partly inspired by that stupid "babies are narcissists" meme but we move. And as for the line it was not really intentional though i realised it would be confusing from anyone else's point of view and i just didn't know how to make it clearer. what i was going for was the separation of flesh/body and self/mind as far as 'baby' is consuming the body and keeping the self to manipulate. "cut down to size" as literally all that's left is her mind, her thinking, maybe there is nothing left of her but this poem, sort of thing

@izzyandviolins ooooooh I love that snippet!!! very descriptive and vivid, and you create a super interesting tone that's very bleak and yet ends on that ironically comforting note of "safe haven", where the character has been there long enough that the bleakness is familiar. really well done and intriguing! only thing I noticed is in the first sentence, at some point it says "myself" where I think it might make more sense to say "herself"? but yeah, a super cool concept!! would love to read more if you ever get inspired, thank you for sharing!!

aaa thank youuu !!!

have this… fuckery. best friend dared me to write a scene in the POV of a will-o'-the-wisp, a sentient glowing blob. I did it

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Loud things. Weird red. Finn. Loud voices.

It’s grabbed and lightly squeezed. Finn. Finn is thumping. Finn is red.

“Squish,” Finn rumbles. It likes this sound, the rumbling. It means niceness. Squish brightens. “Squish, I need you to find Kade and Aaren.” Squish dims. It does not like those names. The names stick to big not-niceness.

Loud things again. Finn yells and goes lower. More weird red. Squish drops down to his eyes. Finn is painful. It can see the pain look he makes. Pretty green sparkles around them. “Please, Squish. I need you to find them. For me. Please. I need them.”

Okay okay okay. Squish snuggles into his hair, bumps into his nose, then pops away. A wee pop. Not as fun as the game of toss, but it does.

Aaren. Aaren first. He is bright, like Squish! But big. Very big. And pointy. Squish not pointy.

Loud things happen some more. Squish has to pop out of the way of falling big things. Snaps bounce off walls and rattle Squish. Cracks too. And bangs! It’s very loud and moving a lot. Finn sparkles are everywhere. Squish wants Finn. Finn is painful, and sad. Squish thinks he sad. Squish can’t tell. Sad is weird. Why be sad when be sparkly Finn?

“He’s fine. His magic is keeping things from totally falling apart. He’s still alive. Just calm down and find him.” Rumbly noises. Squish perks up and pops over to the rumbles. It’s Aaren! He’s rumbling to no one, but that’s okay. Finn will fix it. He fixes a lot. Many fixing things from green sparkles.

Squish hovers in front of Aaren. The not-niceness Aaren finds Squish and grabs. It pops out of the way, very not happy. “Hey, will-o’, where’s Finn?” Squish hovers just a little more, just to give Aaren its angry, then darts back and forth between the Finn direction and the Aaren direction. There there there. Over there. “Thank you! You’re the best.”

Aaren gone. Kade next. Kade the scary thing. Kade Kade Kade. Squish pops around to find scary thing. Kade finds Squish first. Squish pops away in fright. Kade does not say anything. He follows where Squish came from to find the Finn. Squish follows. He wants Finn. Finn was weird red.

Aaren is already there. He has big eyes, bigger than usual. Finn is… dead? Dead Finn? No. Squish presses against Finn and feels thumping still. No dead. Sleeping? Sleeping. Sleeping on Aaren. Lazy Finn. Kade runs over, but Kade is now fluffy and huge. Hound? Finn said that once. Hound Kade lifts Finn into mouth, and now Aaren is Hound.

“We need to go,” Hound Aaren rumbles. Hound Kade bobs head, Sleeping Finn shaking.

The loud noises are louder now. More things fall. Squish pops over to Finn and hides in his pocket away from the noises and falling things. Hound Kade and Hound Aaren are running, he thinks.

This place was pretty, once, the other wisps tell Squish as they watch everything fall and yell. They tell it to not be afraid. Aaren rumbles.

The wisps flutter all around them and light the way to safeness. Finn’s thumping slows.

ajsdjfajklsdf guess who just wrote a self-insert traveler/lumine x childe x keqing fic to make me feel better

based off of and inspired by this post from tumblr
(specific images: "I did meet some of the most insufferable people. But, they also met me." // "Who's ready to kick my ass this Monday?")

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"..I did meet some of the most insufferable people. But, they also met me."

She smiled softly as she recalled her first meeting with the 11th Fatui Harbinger. "Amuse me," he'd said. "Surrender is a valid option. I promise I'll be gentle." Although it was a tough fight, she'd come out as victor. Despite the win, she still had not been able to stop him from summoning Osiel. But oh, she did not regret that meeting. What a pretty boy…

In the coming weeks, she'd found that he had hounded her incessantly for another duel. Finally, she had caved. After all, who could resist a chance to better their fighting skills? Or, to "learn from a master," in his own words.

Their second duel, he had insisted she call him Ajax.

"Please, call me Ajax. Tartaglia and Childe are merely aliases."

The week after, he said that she could bring a few friends, if she so wished. So that week, it was her, a young lost-in-fantasy girl named Fischl, a zombie who went by Qiqi, and the Yuheng of the Liyue Qixing: Keqing herself. It became a weekly tradition.

She recalled the first time they had beat him as a team, and laughed softly as she recalled his words. "..who's ready to kick my ass next Monday?"

"I met a woman of the law, a perfectionist, a woman who liked things done. I met a Fatui Harbinger, a flirt, a tease, a man of his family. And it was with them that I found a new kind of family. The kind of family I wanted to go home to every night. The kind I wanted to protect with my life, the kind I wanted to introduce to my own family. Before I'd known it, they stole my heart and split it between themselves. Sometimes they still can't stand each other, but regardless, I always have someone to keep me company, loving the two of them."

Taking a deep breath, she looked up to catch the ginger's eye. "And.. although this journey is rough.. I was never alone. Not with Childe and Keqing by my side. She couldn't help it, her eyes filled with tears as she continued. "I'm glad you're back."