Musings Of A Writer

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Musings Of A Writer

 

“It had long since come to my attention that people of accomplishment rarely sat back and let things happen to them. They went out and happened to things.”

 

 

Chapter One

 

Chapter Two

Edited July 3, 2020 by HaveADream

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If you take it as far as you usually do, no luck needed! Looking forward to seeing more.

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The Beach

 

The sun glazes the sand on an empty beach,

While the sea spreads over an endless plane,

Yet the lands beyond are within our reach,

Let's journey on to India or Spain.

At the beach, the world is your domain.

 

The palm trees wave to the deserted beach,

As the sea responds with a cautious wave,

Telling us of this prison, we must breach,

So suck it up and be brave,

Or you'll become a social slave,

 

The city towers over the abandoned beach,

Happy with the shade, it pulls us under,

Before it steps up to prepare its speech,

Spreading its lies of a place of wonder,

Until the sky obscures us with thunder,

 

So see the seagulls swoop the sea,

Showing us simply that we're not free,

For the beach is the place to be,

but, alas, we are just too blind to see.

 

 

Edited April 28, 2020 by HaveADream

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Fitness First

 

 

 

Edited May 4, 2020 by HaveADream

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art is a lie nothing is real

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https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7FFhgbJtdHoDjoWFjRrMwl?si=VQpnb621QJaL29R9H9qARQ

 

To help me develop my characters, I make Spotify playlists based on music that I believe they would like and that suits them as characters, I hope you all enjoy one of these playlists that I made for Elizabeth Rankin.

Edited May 4, 2020 by HaveADream

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Back then, Rankin was much more known as 'that girl in the corner' than anyone of any significance, with her long brown hair and her shy demeanour, Elizabeth blended in with her surroundings with ease, she never really got the college experience you really hope for. Summer break was in full swing by this point and yet Rankin, almost blind with envy of her fellow classmates - people she even considered friends were posting the times of their lives online, and, I mean, we're talking beach parties, fraternity raids, sporting events, the whole lot. Anything you wish as a resident lonely girl at college, they had. Still, Rankin had her eyes on the prize, majoring in English was everything she needed to get to where she wanted to be in life - an author.

 

Yet, the mighty American economy, already damaged two years prior by the subprime mortgage crisis, was still plummeting. Blinded by the hope promised by newly-elected Barack Obama (who, she will drill into you that she voted for, by the way.) Elizabeth believed that, by the time she finished at college, she'd already be mid-way through her own published book, she'd be just months away from being what she really began to strive for - a star, but more than that, she'd be liked, she'd have friends, she'd be happy.

 

Staring aimlessly out of her dorm window, armed with her trusty notepad, Elizabeth looks towards the cloudless San Andreas sky through the partings in her fringe, Rankin was lost in the fiction of her daydreams, rather than the reality of her story. Ring ring. Jolted - Elizabeth dashes her hand towards her phone - was this finally someone including her? Was this someone appreciating her? Was this someone she could actually consider a real friend? She thinks for a moment, bringing the phone to her ear; "Hello?"

 

"Hi! have you had an accident in the last five years that wasn't your fau-"

 

Edited May 7, 2020 by HaveADream

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Always Trust Your Gut...

 

May contain parts distressing for some readers.

 

Los Santos Music Magazine - ever heard of it? Probably not, with the racing popularity of online news sources and magazines, the print magazine failed to adapt to an everchanging marketplace and collapsed in 2016, but the warnings signs were there much earlier. A magazine dedicated towards small indie bands with Los Santos, Elizabeth Rankin signed up straight from college, placing her initial hopes of being a published author on hold. The economy did not quite recover the way Rankin planned, and the climate was never right for her book - that's what she told herself anyway, she certainly attempted to get her book published, but it was more of a matter of publishers not being exactly interested, rather than any consequence of the poor economic conditions. One late night at your generic hipster dive, everything began to change.

 

"Lizzie!", Lizzie's eyes darted to her right, she offered nothing more than a short smile, she wasn't exactly loving the job, nor the man she was smiling towards. He continued, "I uh, I almost didn' recognise you because of your hair, you dyed it?" Lizzie raised an eyebrow towards the man, pointing towards her own head; "No, man, my hair just happened to change colour from dark brown to super light blonde." The man smirked, placing a beer down in front of Lizzie. This guy - David, was everything Lizzie detested about the industry - a washed-up has-been, completely content with his lack of success as a writer. Lizzie got the impression that David had burnt out a long time ago, bringing himself to a sleazy, almost creepy demeanour. 

 

"So, what do you think of 'em?" David pulls Lizzie's attention once again. Dropping her pen on her notepad, Lizzie turns towards him half-assed, "Uh, yeah, they're pretty cool, man." She turns away once again. Slamming his beer down with some force, David again pulls Lizzie's attention; "So? You gonna give a good review or what?", sighing, Lizzie throws on the mask of her greatest fake smile, turning around once again to respond, "I mean, sure, aren't you supposed to be writing as well?" David pouts towards her, downing his own drink before grabbing Lizzie's, walking off into the nether of the bar. Thank God, Lizzie thought, she'd rather work alone than work with David any day. 

 

Hours pass, after a short interview conducted with the band, Lizzie grabbed a bottle of water and headed out of the bar. She'd only parked around the corner so it's not like she explicitly needed David - wherever he went, to walk her towards her car. Pulling out her keys, manoeuvring them towards the door, Lizzie felt a large weight against her, pressing her against the car, her keys smacked down onto the floor, unable to move, she heard a familiar voice. "Get in the car. Now." David - he'd been known for getting too drunk and getting a little touchy, but this was something different. "Hey!" she heard, shouting from the distance, suddenly, Lizzie had gained control over her own body once again. She dashes her eyes towards the left as David began to run in a stumbling manner towards the night. A young man - or woman, the details are a little blurry - approached, they looked towards Lizzie with a face washed with concern, "Hey, are you okay?"

 

Lizzie, mouth ajar, stared towards the passing of the night, she knew that everything had changed. 

 

Edited May 8, 2020 by HaveADream