Taale_ Writes
Hi I'm Taale, a Ficftion Ghostwriter, Content writer, Communicator, Educator.
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Four set of Christmas things
Christmas will bring you a lot of things. First the longing and thrill when it's months away. Christmas will bring you a lot of things. Second, plans and eagerness when it's December Christmas will bring you a lot of things. Third, the joy of the main day, then the stress after it. Christmas will bring you a lot of things. Lastly, realization that the year is over and a new one's ahead of you. #nirclewriting #storytelling
How to plot a story.
The first step in plotting a story is to kill it, or let it die—it depends on your point of view. Then you look for it again and raise it up from the dead. The second step to plotting a story is to wing it back and forth until it finds a perfect balance. When it suits you right, you give it a pat and begin to write. The third step to plotting a story is to wing characters like puppets and make them do your biddings. Let them dance and play, sprinkle a bit of tears, and add enough twist t...
Fine glittery threads
4am was her perfect time to start weaving. So Ruth crawled to business, her hip ached as she made an ackward limp. One of her legs was shorter and twisted in a way Ruth thought was so ugly. Just like every other day in twenty years of her life she felt like an ugly chunk of clay wrapped up in an ugly gift wrap. She weaved, silently as she sat uncomfortably in a plastic chair, she weaved her ugliness into a skirt. For the first time, She felt a glitter of hope, she’d hoped to weave something...
Blame the Ants, the Boy or the Tree.
It was spring, just the perfect time for a tingle in her stomach. The trees were fresh green and sprouting fruits, there shade were wide and cozy. The boy she'd noticed in math class had asked her to meet, under a mango tree far from the blocks of classrooms. She knew what he wanted to say, the tall, handsome head boy was going to ask her out. She jogged, skipped and finally walked calmly as she got closer to the tree. She thought it was romantic to be asked out under a shade, tomorrow, she'd...
The death of Ruth
"I need a hug" she said, pouting and her eyes misty. Her words sank like heavy metal in water, I doubted my hearing. Ruth, the proud and haughty friend of mine, the very person who I least find solace in and she'd take every opportunity to glorify herself. I search her eyes, I was sure she'd meant what she said but why? I thought. Why would she come to me now, why is she tempting me with a payback. I smiled, unfriendly and crossed my legs. I was enjoying this, enjoying Ruth needing something fro...
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