Kei - Weekly Idol 191023

Kei - weekly idol 191023

a writeblr introduction

hello writeblr! i’m zie, a long-time writer and perhaps poet but that’s sort of stretch who just decided to publish my stories and other collection of words here. i had a tumblr account way back in 2013 but i wanted to start anew, so here i am.

about me:

she/her, 17, aro-ace, filipino, infj(p), type 4, libra but pisces at heart, ravenclaw

overly enthusiastic for art, literature, books, music that punctures your inner psyche, psychology, philosophy, and you guessed it, theatre!

the superior time are afternoons and midnights, it’s when my imagination goes crazy and my aesthetics shift and morph

guilty pleasure is watching barbie movies and writing long-ass essays that i’m sure my professors are tired of reading, but oh well

i don’t know how to make cool edits like all the other splendid authors here on tumblr so heavens PLEASE, i hope my words will suffice

about my writing:

i love writing themes about mental health, fantasy, magical beings, and anything that borders on idealism, much like one of my favorite authors

pantsing or outlining a storyline really just depends on my mood. characters always go first before the plot, because i usually deem them as real people and the book revolves around them. they deserve just as much.

i am a sucker for symbolisms, metaphors, and paradoxes, it’s not that i overuse them, it just gives you a feel of what my oc’s are feeling.

i love creating dialogues, you’ll see a lot of ‘em. don’t get sick of ‘em, i beg of you.

current wips (all of which are subject to change):

sleeping at last is a mental-health centralized and mystery fiction set in the modern times of a fictional country/city. it explores the death of a recurring female character and how her friends try to search for the events leading up to it, making themselves subjects to ill-starred events all the while being under the same roof of adwell house, a mental wellness sanatorium for orphans such as them.

of curse and glory is a fantasy-enriched story set in an alternate universe unbeknownst to humankind that we know of. it narrates the story of four kingdoms which do not know their history. together, the heirs of the kingdoms are relayed an ancient message from the Oldens which states that they are part of a provocation to unyield the truth about their kingdoms and save everyone else in the process.

in our orbit is a fictional romance story set in new york city, manhattan where two men meet each other in chaotic circumstances inside an art museum. when push comes to shove, they must decide whether or not love is worth keeping in the sacrifice of their dreams.

poems and essays is pretty much self-explanatory. this will be a series of thoughts constellated into words that i’ll share with the world. from my heart to yours.

please reblog if you’re also a writeblr because i would love to interact, be mutuals, and follow all of you! writeblrs supporting writeblrs, everyone!

contents coming very very soon in a poeticparchment near you!

‘jiae forgot to take her phone, she’s doomed if she’s left behind’ - mijoo

WHEN THOMAS STARTED CRYING, A BITCH HAD SWEATY EYES BRO. THE WAY YOU WROTE HIM REALIZING SHE GONE FOR REAL FOR REAL. 🥺🥺 ALSO THE FACT THAT ADELAINE SOUNDS WONDERFUL. SHE SEEMS LIKE THE TYPA FRIEND WE'D ALL LOVE. HHHHHHH WHY MUST U HURT US BRO

SLEEPING AT LAST

i. of ballads and sonnets

visit/read the sleeping at last chapters/archives

written and created by: zie (@poeticparchment)

word count: 2141

“But who prays for Satan? Who in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most ?”— Mark Twain 

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