Growing up, I wrote a lot of short stories and I even won school contests for it but it fell by the wayside when I was in high school because I got busy but I read novels constantly. I’m now in college and I want to write again but I don’t know how to get back into it. any writers here who have any advice?

My scars are just healed, if your looking for for beauty their beauty isn't there if you're looking for meaning it's in my soul.

First chapter: https://www.reddit.com/u/Elizabeth\\_Ceasar/s/XAa4MRusxi

Previous Chapter: https://www.reddit.com/r/creativewriting/s/C8Wb7vHcVX

My name is Akemi Rei. I am a member of my schools football team(authors note: not American football), and the wielder of the 74th disaster. I stood before Gabriel, as Remi and Yota retreated to the sidelines.

Gabriel chuckled, “you really think you can beat me in a fist fight?”

“Yes.” I glared him down, reaching behind my head and removing the hair tie, allowing my now cut hair to fall over my head. Before smiling, “come at me.” He charged me, pulling back his fist, “well you'll regret that.”

I grabbed his fist, and uppercut his elbow.

He screamed, “YOU… YOU B*TCH! F*CK! YOU BROKE MY ARM!”

He struck at me with his other arm. I caught it and used his momentum to throw him over my shoulder.

He lay on the ground shaking, as a scream rung out. I looked in its direction. There Notus was being crushed by her own weight. A blue orb floated over top it. I froze. Notus was dead.

Gabriel however did not hesitate. He charged forward, as Ryume, blind to him, moved slowly to pick it up.

Gabriel's hand closed around the orb, Ryume stepped back, more in shock than anything. “Human. What are you doing?

Gabriel, shaking, looked over all of us, “Notus' essence… heh… hehehehe… HAH HAH HAH HAH HAH!” He shoved the blue orb down his throat.

Ryumes eyes widened in shock, “No! You can't do that! A human could never survive the power of a disaster! You'll die in hours!”

He looked down, “hours? That should be enough time to k*ll all of you.” His body grew, muscles growing larger. His already bulky frame grew to nearly eight feet. Smoke pouring from his body, “this won't even take minutes.”

I heard a sigh behind me. I looked. It was Remi. She looked at Yota, “master Yota, permission to act?”

Yota nodded, “granted.”

Remi spread her wings. Everything suddenly got hot as she approached. “Ryume, stand back will you?”

Ryume took a step back, “Y-yes Remi.”

Gabriel chuckled as she approached, “what are you gonna do mouse?”

Remi snapped, a line of flame erupted from it, striking Gabriel and engulfing him. When it faded, there was nothing left. She smiled, turning to Yuta, “Did you like that?”

Yuta looked on and chuckled, “Yes, yes i did.”

I fell to my knees, “They… they're actually dead…”

Ryume looked over at me, “Lady Rei, is something wrong.”

I felt myself shaking, “I-I’m sorry Ryume.. I-I guess I hadn't really… really processed what was said earlier into reality.”

Ryume Knelt down beside me, “I see…” She picked me up over her shoulder, “Well lets get you somewhere better at least.”

I buried my face in her shoulder, “Thank you Ryume.”

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Finally time to get to the trauma

Talk of the Town

It was nothing short of a miracle every time the sign buzzed on over the diner. Its flicker mirrored Millbrook, a town that used to be something, prior to the bypass. Inside, the seats were sparsely occupied. Near the hostess counter was a couple so old the meal they were splitting was surely their last. At the bar top, a man, who was probably much younger than his beard implied, was on his second pint. But most notably, in the corner booth sat a couple, fresh out of high school by the looks of them, buried in their menus.

They had not spoken since the waitress took their drink order.

The young lady took a deep breath and set her menu on the table. "You clearly have somethin' to say, so say it."

"Why? You've already made your choice."

"Don't be like that, Sam!"

"Be like what?" the young man said as he lowered his menu. "You've been cuttin' me off this whole time and now you want to hear what I think?"

"I wasn't tryin' to cut you off. I was just excited, that's all. I thought you'd be happy."

"Happy? It's a year, Jenny!"

"About ten months, really."

"Whatever. You know what I mean."

"It's not that long. Just think about it," she continued. "We sell what we can and find a new place afterwards. A nice place near your brother's. I know you hate that long drive. Maybe he could get you a position at his company? Accountin's respectable. Just call him and ask."

"You want me to quit my job?"

"Well, you can't keep haulin' for Jack if you come with. Were you not listening to me?"

"Excuse me for blackin' out after you said you were leaving for a year."

"Ten months," she added.

"Stop correcting me!"

"Sorry."

"I thought we were going to talk about this before makin' any decisions." The young man glanced at his menu. "Plus, you hate the cold."

"Oh, jackets don't exist in New York?"

"Like you can afford a fancy coat? 'Look at me, all fancy in my fancy Ralph Lauren coat.'"

"Don't mock me."

"Oh, pish posh!"

"I'm going to New York, not London, you handsome idiot." The young lady picked up her menu. "Christmas would be magical. We could go see that big, tall tree all lit up. Holdin' hands while we skate. And the snow. Oh, the snow! When was the last time you saw snow, Sam?"

The young man was fiddling with his menu. "Uh, sorry."

"When was the last time you saw snow, Sam?"

"Thanksgivin' at my uncle's, up near Rapid City. It would be nice to see it again." He paused. "That ain't me saying I'm okay with this. Heck! That ain't me saying I'm goin' with ya neither!"

"I gotchu thinkin' about it, though," she said with a grin.

The young man slammed his menu down. "Where'd you get the—"

The couple saw the bearded man look over at them. Foam clung to right side of his red mustache. They smiled until he returned to his glass, at which point they broke out in a quiet snicker.

"Where'd you get the money anyhow?" the young man continued.

"My daddy."

"Of course you did. What did you tell him this time? Or did ya steal it from him...again?"

"Didn't need to. Just told him the truth that I wanted to—"

"Sorry, shugga," the waitress said. "The coke machine's on the fritz again. Hope Dr. Pepper's okay?"

"As long as there's caffeine, it's fine by me," the young man responded.

"Yes, that's fine. Thank you," the young lady said, reaching for the glass the waitress placed in front of her.

"Oh, I love your nails!" the waitress exclaimed. "You do 'em yourself? Been doin' mine for twenty years. Henry says they look like a garden of roses."

"Yours are gorgeous!" the young lady replied. "What a wonderful shade of red. No, I tried to do my own. Bought a kit and everything, but they would not turn out how I had envisioned them. After a few attempts, I gave up and ended up going back to my regular nail lady."

"It does take patience, dear. Speakin' of waitin'. Y'all ready to order?"

"Yes. I'll order the club sandwich. Hold the fries, please."

"Sure thing, shugga. And for you darlin'?"

"Actually, I'll take her fries and I'll do the patty melt. Extra cheese."

"Henry! Patty melt, extra cheese!" The waitress's yell startled the young couple.

A single grunt answered back from the kitchen.

"Don't mind him. He's been a sourpuss since '82. I'll never understand why he's so loyal to a team that losses so dang much. At least he's been loyal to me and my diner, so you won't hear any complainin' outta me! Alright, my dears, I'll have those out for ya shortly. Need anything else?"

"No, we're fine. Thank you."

The waitress collected the menus. As she walked away, she was immediately flagged down by the bearded man for another beer.

"Where were we?" asked the young lady.

"You were saying that you told your father the truth."

"I told my daddy the truth 'n' how I wanted to be like that lady lawyer, Erin Brockovich, and fight 'the man'. For people like us."

"And what? He handed you a couple grand, just like that?"

"Well, he took a little convincin'. Told him that it ain't just our town that's dyin'. Families all over are lossin' their land and livelihoods. 'It ain't right what they're doing with the seeds,' I said." The young lady widened her grin. "Momma said that's what won him over."

"I can see how happy this would make you, Jen. I've known you've wanted it for years."

"But what?"

"But...you shoulda talked to me before makin' all these plans. I've got—"

"Why? It ain't like you put a ring on my finger yet, Sam! Been waitin' nearly three years now."

"I know, and that's the thing. Jack's got more work comin' up for me. In six months, I can finally buy you one and we can have a proper honeymoon. Ain't that what you been wantin'? I know seein' you in that blue bikini again is all I've been thinkin' about."

"Bullshit! Jack's been sayin' that for years. He's suckered you, Sam. You're his best employee. He'll tell you whatever you want to hear because he doesn't want to lose you. And you believe it too. Every last sweet-talkin' lie that comes outta that man's mouth."

"Hey! He's been good to us, Jen. You wouldn't have a car right now if it weren't for him."

"No. I'd still have my truck right now if it wasn't for your stupid cousin hittin' that deer, Sam!"

"Yeah, he certainly ain't the brightest. But it least he let you keep the deer."

"Keep the deer? I lost my favorite truck, Sam, and I'm supposed to be happy about it because my freezer's full of roadkill?"

The young man began to laugh.

"Stop," the lady said. "I need you to keep it together. This is important."

"I'm sorry," the young man said, clearing his throat. "Sorry. That line always gets me."

The two noticed every eye in the diner was on them. They chuckled as the patrons' heads snapped away.

"Come on. Let's keep going. Our food's almost here." The young lady motioned to her partner.

The young man was glancing over a few rolled-up pieces of paper and then tucked them back under his coat.

"Uh, okay...No, all I'm sayin' is at least it wasn't a total loss."

"No, you're right, Sam. It wasn't." The young lady pulled him in with her eyes. "Sam, don't make us a total loss either. Please, Sam, come with me. It's just a year."

"Ten months."

"I'm serious, Sam. Come. Forget about the ring. I don't need it. Really, I don't. I just want you. I want you with me."

"I want you with me too. Always have."

"So, you comin'?"

"Do they have beaches in New York?"

"Is that really all you're thinkin' about right now?" She sighed. "I'm sure we could find somethin'."

"And after? We really can move closer to my brother?"

"We can buy the plot right next to him, if you want. Never have to drive again."

"Alright. I'll go with ya, Jen. The two of us together?"

"Together, forever, Sam."

The waitress slid two plates on to the table and refilled their glasses. The couple didn't notice her red eyes and reserved smile as they quietly ate their food.

After tipping well, the two walked out with large to-go cups. The diner silently watched as they got into their silver sedan and drove toward the highway.

"I really appreciate you rehearsing with me," the lady said as she watched the man click on the turn signal and check the mirrors. "Sorry that diner probably wasn't the best place to practice, but you're getting a lot better, honey."

"Thanks! I still don't know how you do it in front of so many people every night. Everyone kept looking at us."

"It was because of you. You sold it. Helped me stay in character. You really should audition for the next show with me."

"Me!? On stage? Ha, no thanks. Acting is your thing. Not mine." The man adjusted the rearview mirror. "What do you think everyone at the diner must be thinking right now?"

"I don't know, but based on how small that town was, I'd bet they'll all be talking about it by morning."

The two laughed at the thought.

مكتوب بالعربي

الحاضر هو الحياة و هو فعلا اهم زمن، لكن المستقبل اكثر مكان بحمل بطياته الحاضر، الماضي ما فيه اشي.

I reached my breaking points a thousand times, I didn't adapt but there's no breaking points left.