SEVEN SENTENCE SUNDAY

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RAFAEL SILVA

Writer's Block

You’re staring at the page. The cursor blinks like it’s taunting you. You want to write—hell, you even know what you want to write about—but it’s like your brain’s frozen. That, my friend, is the all-too-familiar little bitch known as writer’s block.

So, how do you fight it?

Here’s what’s helped me, and maybe it'll help you too.

1. Write anything, even if it’s trash

Seriously. Open a doc and let yourself write the worst possible version of what you’re trying to say. No pressure. No editing. You can always clean it up later. A messy first draft is better than no draft.

2. Change your scenery

Sometimes your brain just needs a different view. Go outside. Sit at a café. Write on your phone instead of your laptop. A small change can trick your brain into feeling inspired again.

3. Idea dump

Forget structure. Forget plot. Just go full chaos mode. Rant about your characters, the scene, or how much writing sucks today. That little brain dump might lead you to a breakthrough.

4. Read something short and good

A poem. A Tumblr post. A flash fiction piece. Sometimes reading a spark of good writing reminds your brain how fun words can be.

5. Accept the block, but don’t leave it there

Writer’s block is normal. It doesn’t mean you’re broken. It just means your brain’s buffering. Rest, hydrate, and be gentle with yourself. Then try again.

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Writing is weird. Some days it flows like magic, and other days it’s like dragging your soul through the trenches. But if you’re stuck, don't give up on it— the words will come back.

THE IMPOSSIBLE

by davilovesty aka impackinapiece

First chapter to be posted 4/10/25

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RUINED

by impackinapiece

Chapter 5 is now up!!

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Want a little more angst? How about some flashbacks?

THE IMPOSSIBLE

by davilovesty aka impackinapiece

Chapter 2 to be posted 4/12/25

What has Carlos been up to?

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Seven-Sentences Sunday

Okay so it’s more than seven again. But sometimes it just needs to be.

Taking the citrusy fruit, he gives her a small smile. “Thanks, Fah. For everything. For fixing me up. For taking care of me. For coming with me.”

“Someone need to keep you in line. Make you stop and take care of yourself. You die out here without help.” She speaks bluntly and it’s something TK finds refreshing.

It isn’t long after the sun sets that TK drifts off to sleep. They discussed and agreed to take shifts so they could keep an eye on each other. Fah insists on TK sleeping first. He doesn’t fight her on it as his eyes are drooping without his consent.

After a few hours of sleep, Fah shakes TK to a state of awareness and he bolts up right, wincing as he grabs at his ribs.

“Enough for you. I sleep now.” She speaks and lays down getting comfortable and using his leg as a pillow.

THE IMPOSSIBLE

by davilovesty aka impackinapiece

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CHAPTER 1 is now posted!

Recently married, TK and Carlos embark on a romantic honeymoon, filled with excitement and love as they explore a beautiful tropical paradise. Just when their blissful adventure seems to be at its peak, an unforeseen tragedy occurs, sweeping through the serenity of their escape and ultimately tearing them apart. As the sun sets on their idyllic escape, the question lingers: will they navigate the challenges that fate has thrown at them and reunite, or will this separation become a permanent chapter in their love story?

more than SEVEN-SENTENCES SUNDAY The new story is coming along well... here's a tease of it.

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TK closes his eyes just to rest them. He’s so tired. He must have drifted off because he doesn’t remember the door coming to a stop. He doesn’t remember getting up, walking, or moving at all. When he opens his eyes, he’s in an overcrowded hospital. There’s chatter, moans, soft screams, and crying. It’s not loud, but it’s noisy. His head is pounding, his throat is dry, and he just wants to get up and find Carlos. 

When he sits up, he winces. The pain in his ribs is excruciating. He folds his arm around himself only to find that he’s been bandaged. The piece of metal in his thigh is gone, and it, as well as his calf, have both also been bandaged. Though incredibly grateful, he’s confused as to how he got here; how he had been so out of it that he remembers none of it all.