I Guess I wasn't Made That Way by ReinventReinvigorate, literature
Literature
I Guess I wasn't Made That Way
Is it redundant to describe a brothel as seedy?
I suppose it is, but then how can I be expected to describe a brothel that I think must be particularly seedy? I don't know, I guess I'm no expert on brothels or anything, but I don't think they can all be as seedy as the one I found myself in. Everything from the rather off-putting older woman who answered the door and questioned me severely about whether I was looking for "any freaky shit" to the mismatched, ratty furniture in the waiting room.
Now that I come to think about it, the idea of a waiting room in a brothel is a little gross in itself.
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Goal, Motivation & Conflict - SIMPLIFIED
Goal, Motivation and Conflict seems to be the BIG MYSTERY of fiction writing. Everyone says that they're essential to good writing and they're right, they are. Absolutely. But this stuff can be a little confusing.
Let's begin at the beginning
-- What are all these things and why do stories need them?
Goal is what your character THINKS they are after.
Motivation is what makes them WANT to go after it.
Conflict is what Gets In Their Way.
-- Internal Conflict being ANGST or Drama.
-- External Conflict being the PLOT or Events.
The Plot (
"Ha! Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"
"It is a gun. But I am also happy to see you."
"...I knew it was a gun, Rich. I was making a joke, you know? Because your gun was sticking out like- oh, nevermind. You friggin' aliens will never get the joke."
"You could try the line again? I will laugh this time."
"No. It's ruined now."
"Is that why you are upset, then?"
"I'm not upset. It just would've been a good joke."
"You are upset. Your symptoms show it."
"Gah- I told you to stop doing that! You don't need to know my body temperature or metabolism at the moment or whatever the heck you were looking for. Stop u
~~Hate Me... Please~~
I want to scream at you
Even though you didn't do anything
I want to sew your lips together
when you happily smile at me
I want to kick you down
After you've picked me up
I want to shut your eyes forever
So I don't have to see them glint with hope
I want to make you cry
When you dry up all my tears
I want to tell you that I hate you... but I can't
Because you love me and you would die if I left
So the thing I want most in the world
Is for you to hate me
Maybe then I wouldn't feel so bad
I am the girl who drinks the strongest coffee possible over and over just so she can talk to you all night.
I am the girl who wants to buy a Chinese lantern and set it off in your direction, just to see if you'll see it too.
I am the girl who enjoys sleep deprivation, because while she's not sleeping, she's with you.
I am the girl who breaks this into tiny pieces so she can read all your words again and again.
I am the girl who cries when she sleeps, because you're not in place of her squishy pillow that isn't warm enough to be you.
I am the girl who thinks you're perfect, despite your flaws that don't really exist to her.
I am
if i died, i know my
mom would cry, but
only because
it made her bankrupt.
i made a halfway promise
to not do it anymore
and i don't. i promise.
i just barely scratch
the surface and wonder
how much more my
chest could hurt.
i'm drowning.
again.
i'm summer all over, all
about the loneliness and the
humidity, with none
of the fun.
i'm closed for the season.
i'm sick of changing,
changing my season
(maybe i'm autumn
because i sure am falling)
changing my mind
changing my face
changing my name
call me jennifer
call me beatrice
call me amanda
or you could just
call me.
just please don't call
me caitlin. because i'm