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11 Tips for Editing Your Novel
11 Tips for Editing Your Novel Anybody Can Write a Novel 2.0   Chapter 7 “Revision” – Section 7 “Editing”  “Words are the coins making up the currency of sentences, and there are always too many small coins.” -Jules Renard Once you finish with the drafting phase of writing your novel (the process of perfecting the plot elements and making the text mostly perfect through the process of many rewrites), you will reach the editing stage. Editing is the point in the novel-writing process where we begin to fix all of the technical errors and try to make each word, sentence, and paragraph perfect for pu
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~Old Doll~ Doll!Russia x Reader
Old Doll Doll!Russia x Reader "An old doll contains memories, and these memories will remain."     She had been warned, many times, to stay away from the attic. Her brothers had told her that nothing was there, that it was dangerous to step around, that there were whispers to drive her insane. In the beginning, she had chosen to believe them, not wanting to be cursed by whispers or killed from falling wood.     Being scared of the attic, however, did not cause her to stop thinking about it. Often, she would lay in bed, staring up at the roof above her, wondering what laid between the drywall and the attic. ___ dreamed of mystical things
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i think of bones encased in gold
call me sisyphus; my wrists grip napalm nations & i am parasympathetic. i speak in cigarettes, more stippled spinal cord than american romanticist. sanguinary, pocked, my pleural cavities leak prozac pills & - oh, this body has never belonged to me.
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Talk about Nothing
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a study in arthroscopy (manus)
oh, i'll take these muddled words & cigarette burns, spit 'em out or sell 'em as cinema or cemeterial. i've got these dirty fingernails hooked like cat claws into my prey-heart through pericardium; i wanna trade in this light head(ache) to admire snapping bones or splitting skulls 'cause i can't keep the talk cheap or the drum-beat outta (always best inside) my mind. my spine has never meant prowess; i've always been your favorite migraine, baby: all potential & no promise.
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i slept in cemeteries
i was lazarus 'til i got sick of talking it out (then i spat it up & swallowed it instead); couldn't keep my splitting spine straight, but i lacked the nerve for stuffing towels in doorways. oh, my body was empty vessels - i clawed tissue from tissue, riven viscera revealed my leaden bones to haunt this head(case). i severed my tongue, amassed my mania to wake in six by two or 206
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i have time to be a skeleton (lightheaded)
i am all white noise - an amnesiac, melancholic, ipecac gums & the grey matter in between my ears is cotton, tulle, & vile, vile boy, i wish i could spit out teeth in the place of words & emetics but dead birds detach my skull from my throat, split my brain steam in two
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Gloomia and Soria going through the motions
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the weight to talk it out (i'd rather haunt you)
my gods are clock-makers: poets plagued to plucking at their vulture-veins & (de)compositions. nobody cares for hell-bound boys until they pick apart their  bones or brains or  jut them out like funeral pyres. i'm splitting vessel from vessel, taxidermists - my head is rotting to a holy land.
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Listless In The Light
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As An Angel She Realized Why...
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RAIN p662+663 - Melodramatic
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A definition of life II
Do you know what it's like to live your life knowing your sole purpose is to one day die?
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Lavender Roses
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Top 12 Moustache-Twirling Villains
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Daisy the Drama Queen
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All The Thoughts of a Girl's Ghost
All you ever talk about is talking, And that's fine, but do you realise that, Talking won't help but make things so much worse? I'm not being melodramatic. I am tired of living, tired of Breathing, but here I am, trying for you. I am ashamed, guilty, and angry. Not at you, per se, but rather myself. For I should not have ended up this way. If I were someone different someone- Better. Maybe, I would not be so forgotten. But all is well, that ends well, am I right? You can't miss something you have forgotten. You can't love someone you can remember. Maybe, just maybe, I will leave tonight. And will you have any idea? Oh sure, you might not
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