Writing prompts from me to you. I personally cant write well, might aswell share ideas.

Hey! What's up, folks?
It's a-me, M̶a̶r̶i̶o̶ ThinWhiteWalrus!

I recently got a message from one of the devs? I presume, in Wattpad. They asked me to use this platform. Admittedly I haven't been writing much, so I thought I might as well write something here.

In this book I'll write a bunch of one shots. One shots are basically a story written in a single chapter. This requires a lot of writing prompts, which I'm hoping you guys can send me!

Occasionally if I find interesting prompts on the Internet I'll fill the book with some stories myself.

Warning: I'm no professional author, so if you see some mistakes feel free to correct me! 

I'm still not too clear on how this app works. Is there a comment section? If so, comment writing prompts for me to write! It's all (obviously) free. I'm not gonna ask for money or anything, don't worry.

Right time for me to go write. Thanks for reading!

Some contact info:

Wattpad: ThinWhiteWalrus
Discord: QueenHolmes #7798
Instagram: @shannon.potato

This is a collection of One Shots!
Looking for writing prompts, so send them in!
I will write your prompt free of charge! 

Also will fill this book in with my own stories ;)

Madali lang naman ng gagawin ko, papahabain ko lang ang outline para sa kabanata isa pero wala akong ibang nakikita sa screen ng cellphone ko kundi:
PUTANG INAAAAA!!! WALA AKONG MAILAGAY DITOOOO!!! PAKING SHEEEETTTT!!
Simple lang talaga, ipapakilala ko ang Heroine kung ano siya, kung ano ang initial approach niya sa problema, ugali at iba pa. Kaunti lang naman at hindi parang autobiography na ilalatag na agad. Pero… TAENA TALAGA!! ANG TIGAS DI KO MA-STRETCH!!
Sumisigaw na naman sa isipan ko ang mga katagang: "Ano, susuko ka na? Sumuko ka na!"
Sa inis ko, in-exit ko na ang app, humila't pumikit. Hindi ko alam kung ilang minuto kong pinapakalma ang sarili ko bago ko muling dinampot ang cellphone ko at nagbukas na naman ng panibagong app.
Tinignan ko kung may nag-comment sa post ko kahapon, wala kundi isang like lang. Medyo bumangon na naman ang inis ko, the hell, gusto kong i-mention ang taon iyon at sabihing, "Anong gagawin ko sa like mo? Gagawin kong prompt?!"
Pero hindi ko iyon ginawa syempre, nasa katinuan pa ako. Tinatamad lang naman akong gumawa ng panibagong Tumblr account para maghagilap ng writing prompts kaya ako nag-post ng "Suggest a writing prompt please." Buti na lang may nakita akong Facebook page na nagbibigay ng exercises.
Habang naghahanap ako ng prompts na interisado, agad ng tumatakbo ang isipan ko sa mga short stories na gagawin ko. Hanggang sa nakakadama ako ng excitement, katulad noong unang beses akong nagsulat para sa publiko.
Bigla akong nakaramdam ng matinding relief, yung tipong naiiri mo na yung napakalaking tae na hindi mo mailabas-labas. Muli kong pinaalalahanan ang sarili ko na hindi ko na gagawin ang mga pagkakamali ko noon.
Hindi na ako magmamadali para matapos ang istorya basta maganda ang kakalabasan. Isa sa mga araw na ito, opisyal na akong magbabalik sa pagsusulat pero sa ngayon, writing prompts muna para hindi na ako kalawangin. Hehe, I'm so excited gumawa ng Me and My OC theme!
 
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Prompt: You actually write something instead of just reading the prompts.
Theme: Story of My Life

Writing prompts na kinopya ko sa Tumblr. Minsan may sense, madalas wala.

Naglalaman ng mga spoiler tungkol sa mga nobela ko. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

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DISCLAIMER:
Names, characters, places and incidents are either product of author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, events, and locals is entirely coincidental.

NOTE:
This story may contain strange or twisted ideas, words and scenes that do not suit your preferences as a reader. The characters do not personally reflect exactly what the writer is. It is advisable to read it with caution.

No part of this story may be translated into other languages, printed, copied or reproduced multiply without the written permission of the writer.

On watt pad... i will be uploading a different novel! Im not interested with the idea that i had with this one... so i will also upload it here! It will be: *drum roll please* "paper and quill"! I will find interesting story prompts from tumblr writing prompt blogs and writing-prompts from instagram! I probably won't post much... but it might be interesting! Im still a noob at writing so I don't think it will be great, but you might enjoy my ideas

I sighed as I read the reviews being posted on my novel, I hovered my mouse and click on my profile to see any improvements.  Seeing the number of people removing my book from their library and the reading stats of my book went down, all of my books weren't good enough to be noticed by everyone. If not noticed, they aren't good enough to read.
 
This gives me more low motivation. 
 
 As an underrated writer, I knew that I can't force anyone to like my books. I want to be known by the people that I write great stories. I went back to my home page and saw the ranking of writers, how nice it to be on top one. I rest my hand under my chin, looking at my profile. 
 
 A low-ranking writer like me that has fewer views, comments is impossible for me to notice by thousand novels in this writing community I joined in especially.. all of them are talented. 
 
 
I stood up from my seat and headed outside and took a deep breath. The wind gently rustles the trees and few cars beeped on the road and subtle chatters of students that passed by my apartment are heard, I rested my elbow on the railings of my balcony and looked at them.
 
 Dreaming to be a known top writer is impossible to me, I tried to make and come up with interesting stories but all of its stats, views are down.   I went back inside, heading to my laptop to shut it down. I went to my living room, few empty cups of noodles are piled on the side of the table, papers scattered all over the place. 
 
 I glanced down and picked a paper. It reads, "WIP BOOKS and WRITING PROMPTS" 
 
 WIP BOOKS: 
 -UNSOLVED CASE: FELICIA
 -CONSPIRE WITH THE DEMON BEAST
 -THE MISADVENTURE OF ALEXANDER HUGHES 
 
 
WRITING PROMPTS: 
 -School Idol Girl Died because she is annoying to her crush
 -House For Rent's payment: Souls
 -Scaredy-cat male protagonist is inside the book he is reading. 
 -trapped in a world that has a lot of phobias. 
I scoff and shake my head, a bit disappointed with the writing prompts I made and my WIP books. All of them aren't good enough for my readers. No one likes them. Even the reviews they gave are 2. Some are 5/5 but I knew they didn't read it and just skipped the chapters.
 
 
 I gathered all my papers and piled them up, I put them on under my mini table. I grabbed my phone and put the paper under the mini table. Creativity and my words aren't good today, I don't want to make half-baked chapters. 
 
 Playing games, watching some shows on the television could make my mind relax and not let myself stress about writing. 
 
 "This player is smart, playing this game. Having tactics, huh?" I said as I'm multiply beaten with another player on the game. 
 
 Tactics...Player... 
 
 I quickly got up, went to my room and opened my laptop. I opened a new document and started to type on my laptop and a smile tugs on my face. 
  
 From the novels I've read, it's always smart players in a game.
 How about... I put it as me. I'm a smart writer that is experienced and known to be a top writer in a writing community and the writer wrote writing prompt about writing a story that could have an impossible ending or.. an endless ending. 

That would be the gist of the plot.. but I'll make a few changes. 
 
 I stopped on thought and looked at the calendar. When a writer wants inspiration to write, it says to work somewhere other than writing space. It would help the writer to have creative words in mind. 

I looked back to my laptop and started to type. 

BOOK TITLE: A Writer's Deadline.

"Write before the deadline or lose a life span" that's what Shane Hiroki thinks. Being a top writer is what Shane Hiroki wants to be known for. After receiving a notification from The Scripturient's League, Shane joined and become a member of low-rank writers. 

Shane and his team compete with other talented writers with their daily quest where they have to meet its requirement and deadline or else the members of the team would  lose a life span and lose its points. 

Will Shane survive the competitions and become a top writer? 

This book is highly related to writers. The book includes racing word counts, timed- word mini games, and etc. Just a reader? Read this and you'll know the struggles of being a writer and who knows.. Because of this book, you want to be a writer.. or not.

"Now you have to make a choice before the next phase."



      Lots of questions assembled in his mental Ken. What promiscuous paths and phases was he talking about? Why didn't he tell him that before or something close to that? Why did it hold it back from him till they got very close to the spot or place. He didn't know why though, but of course he could sense it. If he didn't, then he was obviously a rusty retard. The monster had simply done that to catch him off guard and make him make the wrong choice probably so that he could keep him in the world of fantasy. He had no idea what the crazy Poseidon did want from him in the world of fantasy. He remembered that he'd fantasized about wanting to be served by humans or something of such sort. If he did want that keenly, he could had gone to some shores on earth and betwich all the humans having picnic. At that he would have more than enough guests for his function. And they would had been heavenly of course. That would had been the best feeling the miser could had ever nursed. He was quite glad and confused. 



      He tried preparing his hosited heart for the blow. He had no idea what twould be. The only thing he knew was the fact that he couldn't hide from it. He knew that he couldn't run away from its realization. He would have to stand his ground. He would have to embrace whatever would be served to him on the platter of numb nature. If taunted time was so promiscuous, he wouldn't have an idea what next to think. He was sieving his options and conscious of his thoughts. He didn't even know what to think any more. None of his thoughts did count anymore. He did only think at that moment because twas normal for him. He did think because his bounty brain had not been ripped out, probably for that moment. There was nothing else he could use the brain for anymore. He thought it better as being brainless or something of such sort. He hadn't ever heard of people who were brainless, but he shouldn't be odd or be new even if he did become the first. He didn't even know what he was thinking. He quit the thoughts to embrace the reality gnawing at me. 



       Poseidon was a hideous creature. He hadn't known him forever of course, but for the record he could owe quite the numbers of odd things to him. The new invention he was proposing obviously would have several ups and downs, dos and donts as well as steer clear ofs. He didn't know how to prepare for it. The mixed feelings were having the best part of him. He didn't know what to do and how to do it. He was simply hoping that the new turn nature would take would be in his foiled favor. There was nothing better to wish for of course. There was nothing better he could hope for. There was nothing better he could expect. He wanted to answer him at once but didn't know what to do. He didn't know how to go about it. His instinct kept lying to him that twould toss him an idea soonest. He was hoping that that would be sane enough for him. He was hoping that that would be great and would be helpful. He was hoping that that would help him steer clear of the odds. But the fact was, he was always stood up by the inky instinct and there was nothing he could do about it. He couldn't even sanction it. Who in his right mind sanctions his own instinct?



        He began to wield several thoughts he couldn't tag as thoughts. He didn't know what to call them. Probably they were feelings. Whatever which would not be helpful or proffer a solution was better not called a thought. That was his new principle. He seemed to be enjoying his so called philosophical stances at that moment. He had no idea whether or not he was hypnotizing. He had no idea whether or not he was placing plagues on his feelings, but he knew that he needed it quickly. He felt like he needed to hurt the Poseidon. He was obviously sitting at his back on the serpent. That was a plus to him. That would seem as more of an ambush. He would be able to boast of it wherever he did get to. He would be able to say that he once stabbed Poseidon from behind and left him craving for his mercy. What merciful and graceful headline that was. He couldn't had thought better. But he halted. He didn't even have any weapon on him. How was he supposed to hurt the monster? 



      He called that thought a quit too. He was done making hypotheses. They were all defected and crippled. There was obviously nothing he could do about the situation. All he could do was remain being fooled. He didn't remember whether or not he wrote about himself fighting with Poseidon. He didn't remember. He couldn't recall. Probably that was why he was having that strange feeling. If that was true, then tshould of course had been written in the poem that he subjected the monster and then ruled the underworld. He was sure that was what twould be. But he wasn't sure what twas. He was done making guesses. He was tired of pruning guesses. Gaunt guesses were beginning to dig gores in his crushed consciousness. There was absolutely nothing he could do. He hoped that he could do something, but hell wrong he was. He couldn't simply bring himself to doing it. He tried to quit wasting his time. He didn't know what Poseidon would be thinking of him for taking so much a time. How raged he probably would be. He heard him speak of course. He knew that the cool blooded monster didn't have no churning chill:



      "Are you done thinking now?"



       He didn't even see the monster face. He was having his back to him. He didn't actually find his face attractive or something, he just thought it cool to see the face of the person discussing with him. He wasn't sure if that was a discussion. He couldn't arrive at a sane conclusion. Twas more like an order to him. Like chains of orders. He kept getting orders and prompts on what to and what not to do. That was all he had been seeing. That was all. And then the Poseidon had asked if he was done thinking. Had he really being thinking? Thoughts or course we're something else to him. He didn't know what thoughts were per say. He felt like he was becoming dumb and dumb as time did sway by. He was hoping that he would be able to write all the odds and do what was expected of himself. He was hoping that he wouldn't be stayed overtime again. Time obviously would test it and he would be left with no choice but to sway by. That's all he would do and had been doing. Poseidon spoke again:



       "Before we enter the castle, would you return to earth for the first break or have another time with the Nymph."



      What!!! How evil and hideous and heinous the monster was. What kinda of conditions had he strangled him with at the middle of nowhere in the hard-to-call-a-conversation. What was he supposed to do. What was he supposed to say? Which of the above was he supposed to choose. He wasn't prepared for it. Hell! Matter-of-factly, he hadn't been prepared for anything in the world of fantasy. Everything would just catch up with him like some august plague and ransack as well as leave his instinct shattered at departure. Hell! How was he supposed to nurse that thought quickly. If he did say he wanted return to earth, that was some lots of things to process. He would have to explain to his family where he had been and the whole things he had been doing. He didn't even know what they would think of him. That of course was not the best idea to kowtow in or knuckle under. He should consider the other option. He had no idea what it did have in stock for him, but that seemed promising of course. 



       Wait! Before the next option, if he did leave for earth, he won't have to be led by some stray dog. He would be free and be able to do whatever he wanted to do. He would be able to do lots of things and process it. He did remember that he called  it a first break. Really? Break from the fantasy? He didn't remember writing that he would have a break when he was caught in fantasy. He didn't even have any right to choose his thoughts anymore. He was simply abusing the opportunity. Then the next option smiled at him. He didn't know what to steer clear of. He didn't know what the place he was seeing from distance would look like. He knew that twouldnt look like shit. Twas magnificent from the rear. He wanted to see that new place. And the Nymph had trained him a lot of time. He needed more schooling. He didn't know when his eerie erection coarsed his gaunt glottis into speaking:



       "The second option."



        "Really?"



       "Ah!"



      "Welcome again! To being stupid!"



       He sure didn't know what that meant. He didn't have an idea. But all he did know was that Poseidon urged the serpent and off they went.

"What would you like to be? A toad, serpent, bench, signet, papyrus, pot of Cauldron? Say."

 What kinda crazy list was she making? How crazy she was. She couldn't even make any soothing and pleasurable form. He would take those as a message from a cherub in hell. 

 "A necklace!"

 "So be it."

 She touch his erection (the closest thing to her) and he turned immediately into a necklace. A necklace with a green blob. 

She wore it around her neck and slid it into the path between the two enormous boobs.

 That was all Vulcan had ever wanted. That moment should never pass away...

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Vulcan was a horror poet when he was alive. On the day when Myclops, the village priest was to dedicate the cave to Medusa, Vulcan got drunk. And in his subconsciousness, he was caught up into his fantasy. There he was met by Poseidon, the god of the sea, before a sea of glass. He was welcomed into his fantasy. There he was to act all the things he had written in his poems. 

 It aint as easy as whichever way you are looking at it. Remember he was a horror poet. Enjoy his fantasy with him. How he met Medusa, several nymphs and fairies and discovered the secret of the wierd priest.

 He would fight Poseidon, Leviathan and maybe God too, because he wrote all those in his poems.

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 DISCLAIMER

 TO ALL THE READERS. ESPECIALLY TO THOSE WHO THINK THEY KNOW ALL. {APOLOGY IF THAT WAS RUDE}

 FROM CHAPTER 2 - 50 PERHAPS, THE USE OF WORDS IS QUITE REMOTE AND COULD BE A LITTLE BIT ANNOYING SINCE THE WRITER MADE AN EXCESSIVE USAGE OF "THE THIRD PERSON OMNISCIENT NARRATIVE TECHNIQUE". THAT IS, THE WRITER EXCESSIVELY PLAYED ON THE THOUGHTS OF THE CHARACTERS BY REPEATING AND REPEATING AND REPEATING WHICH COULD PRETTILY BE ANNOYING. 

 THEREFORE, TO SAVE YOURSELF OF THE STRESS, YOU CAN SIMPLY START READING THE BOOK FROM CHAPTER 60 OR SO. DO NOT BE BOTHERED. YOU WON'T MISS OUT ON MUCH. IT'S A BOOK OF STAGES OF FANTASY. PLUS THE BOOK WILL EXTEND TO 1K CHAPTERS. 

 SO, NO READER SHOULD GO TO THE REVIEW SECTION AND START COMPLAINING ABOUT REPETITION OF THOUGHTS OF THE CHARACTERS BECAUSE IT HAS BEEN DISCUSSED HERE. DO NOT DIMINISH THE REPUTATION OF THIS BOOK. READING IS BY CHOICE. 

 PLUS, THE WRITER MIGHT FIND TIME TO EDIT THE MENTIONED CHAPTERS AND HELP THE READERS TO UNDERSTAND WHAT HE WAS TRYING TO DO WITH THE EXCESSIVE PLAY ON WORDS. 

 WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF AN ANCESTOR.

 TO BE FOREWARNED IS TO BE FOREARMED.

 THANKS FOR STOPPING BY.

Yeah so I'm frustrated, annoyed and just…done. 
There will be no more prompts, I thought you guys would like them, something to read while I sort my shit out, I thought they would help me get back to writing, but after yesterday I think this is just having a negative effect.
I woke up this morning and read one comment, one damn comment! on the last post and that has affected me more than it should, enough to the point that I'm putting this up. I guess that just shows how stressed I really am. 
So for the next 24 hours I'm going to come back to this post regularly and answer any questions in the comments (Except spoilers), and after that I'm taking this post down as well as anything else that doesn't have to do with spider-man, you guys have come for that and don't want anything else. 
After all the prompts, explanations and other random chapters are deleted there will no longer be communication between me and the readers. I will not answer when the next chapter is out, where I'm at, what my head space is like, I just can't do it anymore. 
Whenever I get the next set of chapters done I'll post them and that'll be it. Maybe I'll talk to you guys then, give an author's note about writing the novel, I don't care right now. I won't be touching spider-man for a long time if ever again after this is finished. 
You can think of this novel as on hiatus, dropped, whatever you like, till the next chapters come out I won't be posting anything till then and I'll be honest and say my best guess for when the next chapters will come out is around Christmas, I just don't have it in me to get it out sooner. 
Zevren out.

Peter Parker, Spider-Man has lost it all. All he has left is his Duty. He will protect the city, till his dying breath.

Copyright disclaimer: I do not own Spider-man nor any character or works featured in this fan-fiction. All rights belong to its rightful owners, Marvel Comics, and Studios. No copyright infringement intended.


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(Longer Synopsis)

Peter Parker has lost it all, his home, his aunt, and his friends. All he has left is his duty to the city, his presence keeping crime at bay. 
A few months after the battle of New York, Peter gets by living on the streets. His only friend a red haired woman named Natasha. 
With people from his past turning up, new Super Heroes appearing everywhere and mutants on the rise, will his life continue to spiral out of control? Or will something turn him around and make him the man he always was?

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I’m writing this novel for fun so there is no release schedule. All chapters will fluctuate in length depending on many factors. I am writing an original for my main story and this is just a side project so there is no overarching plot going forwards just an imagination of the marvel landscape with different changes. 

This novel will follow the MCU timeline with changes such as the introduction of greater marvel characters and groups, fluctuation in ages, and comic alterations.

I hope you enjoy this re-imagining. 

The idea for this novel is directly inspired from me reading ‘When The Spider Falls’ over on fanfiction.net. Please go over and give that novel some love if you like where my novel is heading.

I don’t read comics too much so any ideas or extra information would be nice.

(Because people keep asking. Yes this is a Harem)

TMS is now well and truly ended.
Thank you Islinda for giving this story a chance for a contract. I hope it proves well for Webnovel.
To all TMS regular readers and supporters. I won't name you individually to respect your anonymity.  With my deepest respect, thank you for your time, interaction and support.  A story can be written.  It's only when it's read that it becomes a tale. 
And I won't forget those from Tapread and Wattpad who gave Hinata and Eiji's drama a chance when it was there.  I've been blessed.
Here is an omake about its own small journey to close the curtains. 
---WPC #46 - To My Sunflower's Journey---
A moment of nostalgia as I look back to the contest that helped me form the concept for this story. Otherwise, I would've never written it.
---[[Writing Prompts Contest #46:Fall in Love with a Soldier
"Believe it or not, the only way we kept in touch was through letters. We would write to each other about our days, about our lives. They were all innocent letters, but they were amazing because it gave me an insight into how simple a person he was."
What it feels like loving a soldier?
"When you fall in love with a soldier, you fall in love with your country; when you fall in love with a soldier, nothing is set in stone on your end. Plans can and will change at the drop of a hat and planning ahead is impossible.
Though all that is true, so is when you fall in love with a soldier, you've found the best there is.
When you fall in love with a soldier, you've found someone who not only loves you more than his own life but loves his country more than his own life as well.
When you fall in love with a soldier, a kiss is worth a million dollars, and no expensive gift can compare.
When you fall in love with a soldier, you've fallen in love with someone who appreciates having a bed, running water and warm food.
When you fall in love with a soldier, you've fallen in love with not who you've prayed for, but someone so much more.
Thank you, God, for letting me fall in love with my soldier."
(Emily Richeson)https://forum.webnovel.com/d/18335-writing-prompts-contests-45-46]]---
The winner of my prompt was a book that is now on hiatus. No other entries qualified. At the time I didn't realize that having votes was the rank qualifier. So my book was instantly disqualified.
Despite not making it past the car park, so to speak, I kept this story going. I had moved it to Wattpad and continued to post chapters there.
I entered it into a Wattpad community award, and had eventually won the award for Historical Fiction, but never received the prize for it. 😆
That's okay. Knowing that my writing was enough to be a winner in a judge's eyes was cool. It won over some quality stories as well. That was a prize enough for me.
After some time, I started posting the story to Tapread where it picked up read interest there. Then I got a ping from Islinda who liked the lone chapter I had left on the book page.  
This story has been a blast to write. I'm proud of what I've been able to achieve with it. I have no regrets of what I leave behind, as I have given my best shot.
♥♥
Arigatōgozaimashita.  
Until next time. Take care.♥


Hinata longed for his Eiji to return from war. Alone in the idyllic countryside whilst other areas of Japan were torn asunder.  One day, he receives a letter from his lover filled with the scent of sunflowers and his undying love for him, followed by official news of his presumed death at Iwo Jima. Heartbroken. Yet determined to honor his promise to Eiji; to live the life they were unable to live together.

Eiji fought honorably for Japan at Iwo Jima. He fell injured in a banzai charge to be classified as dead. He recovered with the aid of an American lieutenant, who escorted him back into the mainland for espionage work. His one chance and hope of return to Hinata's side.

A controversial risk of a war story set at the end of WW2, 1945 within Hiroshima and Nagano, Japan.  Two sides of the war are shown from the individual perspectives of same-sex lovers Hinata and Eiji. 

More than a boy's love. An emotional drama, revealing the hearts and souls of people surviving America's assault. Hope from the consequences suffered at war's end.

You've found my story! Thank you so much for reading. This is something new I am trying. Something about me is that I have a weird obsession with writing prompt books and writing prompts in general. They can be from Pinterest or websites, or anywhere really. It is a way to get writing practice and it is just generally fun for me. 
Although this work is more of a sandbox for me, I hope you have fun reading it. My only stipulations are that my works all take place in winter (i.e. Christmas time) and of course they cover the given prompt(s). I know that it is past Christmas as I am writing this, this is such a fun time of year for me. I have always enjoyed writing stories about this time of year to this is going to be a place I can come all year to just go all Hallmark until my whole heart is content. 
Once again thank you for taking this crazy journey with me. 

Merry Reading! 
D.E. Adams

This is just me (DE Adams) doing holiday and other prompts for fun.

Man it's super weird laying here and not hearing anything. Usually there's someone driving by, someone downstairs playing with the dog or at least someone using the bathroom. Nope not right now though. 

It's too late for my house to be awake... or should I say too early? I don't know why but it's so weird to think that it's technically already the next day... time is such a weird idea.

Now that I work the late shift (6pm to 2:30am) my view of time is so screwed. I'm starting the day when people are getting ready to eat and I finish the day when everyone's asleep. 
Hey that rhymed! Sort of...

I didn't realize how much I ramble until I start writing down everything I think. Man I think of really stupid stuff when I'm tired and everything is quiet...

I think I might try one of the writing contests Webnovel hosts... I was looking at some of their writing prompts the other day and I was surprised to see some really interesting ones, maybe I could actually write an ok story if I based it off of their ideas? Maybe then my plan wouldn't get so jumbled up and I could actually tell an ok story. Hmmm I'll wait for the current ones to reset and see what's coming next! I definitely couldn't win since there's a lot more people with better writing and more commitment than me... but to say I wrote something to be proud of could be pretty cool...

I guess only time will tell

I’ve decided to try writing!!

This is basically just a place for me to write what I want and hopefully improve my writing, so if you have any criticisms or comments please let me know ! I’d love to write an actual novel in the future!

Also I love to help proofread/ edit novels so if you need help raising your quality of writing, and you like what you’ve read here, leave a comment on my review of this novel so we can get in contact and I can help make your story shine! 

Hope everyone has a great day!

Ps. This used to be called Abnormal Daily Diary but I figured I should change it since I wasn’t even remotely close to daily uploads

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