Wind blowing Fireworks in one pocket Flask in another With white teethnand bright smile I slowly dissolve
Hello? I’m in the wall Can you hear me? I’m lost Can you save me? I’m sleeping in the bathtub Can you feel me?
Our mouths violently slap open and shut Our eyes shoot into the ground, through the earth, and towards infinity Our blood boils on a light simmer Our silence has become shrouded in misogynistic gestures Our radios set to easy listening
If you talk about it, you probably won’t write it. -Irving Wallace.
LET ME TELL YOU GUYS WHY THIS IS SO FUCKING TRUE!
Every story I’ve ever written one way or another I’ve revealed the content of it, but most, if not all of them are not done. However recently I started writing without telling anyone about them…every single one whether its one shot or several chapters are now completed. And I’ll have you guys know that I just found this quote, but I figured this out days ago by testing it out. I began a story that I was on a roll with; wanting to test the theory I told my sister about it….I ended up deleting the story because I could no longer write it. Its like the excitement you have for it to literally shake someones core from how good it is dies when you tell them the best parts of it or even just a summary.
I mean it may just be me but if you want to write a story DO NOT tell anyone. Literally just write.