10 Ways To Find Creativity

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Hey Guys,

I have always thought of myself as being a very creative person. My heart has always been invested in anything and everything that fits around being creative. The problem with that is though, there can be times when, even when you really want to, creativity can run dry and let’s be honest, it’s truly annoying when it does.

However, I know I am not alone with this, I feel as though we all know what that is like, especially as fellow creatives, aka the blogging community of the world.

So that lead me down a path of thought, how do you find creativity, even when it seems to have completely gone.

10 Ways To Be More Creative

There you have it, 10 things you can do right this very second to spark creativity, even if you feel there is none to give.

Why not give some of these ago? I know I will. I mean, this post in itself, came to me when I felt I had no ideas at hand to write about. An idea from an idea. Oh the irony and a positive from a negative.

See you all soon!

Chloe Lauren x

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Why Do I Write? | Writer’s Ink Challenge

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Hey lovely people of the internet. How are you all doing? I am hoping wonderfully!

Now, I can’t remember the last time I attempted a tag post, but I recently saw someone upload this one and it reminded me that I was also tagged a while back, so I felt inspired to do it now, and hopefully I will get the others done also, because there were a few I have missed. Sorry to whoever has tagged me in posts. I will get to them in due course. Scouts honor.

Anyway, my good friend Anna Regina from Diversion3000 and co owner of TeamAwesome, tagged me to do this, so just a quick hello and thank you to her before I start, because why not. She’s seriously awesome by the way, so why not go check her blog out, but not until you have read this post. Please?


The Rules Are As Follows:

  • Thank the person who nominated you (DONE! Tick that one off already)
  • Answer all 8 questions
  • Nominate at least 5 people

Writing has always been a huge passion of mine and is obviously why I am here right now, writing this post, and why you are here, reading my blog (good morning, good afternoon and good evening to you all), so I felt this was a very apt tag for me to join in with, and hopefully

When Did You First Start Writing?

I guess I have always been writing in a sense, but I didn’t begin to do so properly until I found myself in a difficult point in my life. It became a sort of release from real life and helped me to convey how I was truly feeling in a way that was productive and not particularly destructive.

Have You Always Been Interested In Writing?

I don’t think I was always interested. In fact, I am sure I wasn’t. I used to find it to be quite a laborious task, one that was just too much, plus I used to be extremely sporty and could never find time for it. However, now that I have found an interest, I absolutely love it. It is probably my favourite past time, and keeps me sane, or as sane as I possibly can be.

Why Do You Like Writing?

I think for me personally, I loved writing because it was the best way for me to just be me and to be free to actually say what I needed to say.

There were things in my heart and on my mind that I found so hard to communicate to people, but writing it all down, managed to break down that barrier and started a conversation I could never get myself to start. From there, it has just become habit. A good habit, and a passion I wish to pursue further. Hopefully!

What Genre Do You Write In?

Well I am not sure I have settled on just one genre, but I do find that a lot of what I write fits similar themes.

I’m not sure if this counts, but I blog (pointing out the obvious), and I imagine in a way it is a sort of style of writing, especially saying that you are writing to an audience and telling stories, even if they are my own real experiences.

Does it count? I will let you guys decide on that.

Who Or What Motivates You To Write?

Originally it was my experiences, and to a certain extent it still is, but since coming through a lot of my issues and finding my faith in Christianity, I obviously have a fresh perspective on life and it is given me a new way of looking at the world. I think that has given my writing a new voice also.

Do You Write Poetry?

YES! Poetry is one of my favourite types of writing, but you all probably knew that already. It is such a quick release and really gives your emotions a voice and allows for it to feel that much more real to both you and the reader.

I just love poetry! It is so real and forms a whole story in a few lines or verses. Awesome, right?

Have You Ever Written A Story With A Friend?

A genuine story? No! A stupid, very odd story which wasn’t written, but pieced together verbally? Yes!

How Do You Write Your Stories? (First Or Third Person)

More often than not I will write in the first person, because I feel it to be more personal and really brings the reader more into the story, and makes them feel more apart of it. However, that isn’t t say I don’t go for third person. It is only occasionally though, and only I think it fits with the story, or if I am just trying to change it up a bit. Got to be spontaneous, if you know what I mean?


So there we go. I hope that was insightful and you learned a bit more about me and why I love to write. Not that you asked for that, but still.

Also, I know I am supposed to tag people, but I am really unsure who has done this and who hasn’t, so I am just going to cheat and say I am tagging, well, all of you! ENJOY!

Chloe Lauren x

Why Keeping A Journal Will Totally Improve Your Life!

I love to write. It’s definitely obvious that it is a huge passion of mine, as I know it is for a lot of you also, and obviously the main reason I am doing this right now, writing this post.

It’s such an awesome hobby. Don’t even try to deny it either.

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Recently, an amazing older friend of mine gave me this lovely looking Journal as a gift (gorgeous, isn’t it?), as a way of allowing me to write whatever I feel, whenever I feel like it.

But so far, I haven’t actually written anything in it. Terrible, I know!

I really think I should start soon, as there is a lot I could write about, plus it would be really great to track my progress as I begin to grow more as a person. I would love to see how far I have come, and believe when people tell me how much I have improved compared to last year.


Other Reasons To Keep A Journal:

Keep Track Of Your Thoughts

As you begin to write about your day and your life, you will learn more about yourself and the person you are, as well as begin to see what to improve on, or what you have that is great, that you just don’t give yourself credit for.

Become More Organized

Journals could be such an amazing place to list things you want, whether goals for your future, or just what you want to do in the day. Maybe you have things you want to remember, or think more about, like for me, that would be quotes to keep me going, or pieces of scripture that I want to keep fresh in my mind.

Improve Your Writing

Like with anything, the more you do something, the better you will become at it. So basically, the more you write, the better the writer you will become. Teachers in primary schools say it best, ‘Practice makes perfect”. It won’t only be the way you write, but also your creativity and imagination towards what you are writing. It makes what you put on the paper that much more AWESOME!

Chloe Lauren x

The Awoken | Short Story

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It was midnight when I woke, from what seemed like the roughest night I had had in a long time.
When I opened my eyes I knew exactly why.
I was laying on the ground outside, my body in the worst position possible.
However it was that I ended up being here, I wasn’t sure, but wherever here was, I could not yet tell. It seemed to be a forest of some kind, definitely not somewhere I had seen or been, at least not from my own recollection.

Only a thick blanket of darkness surrounded me, but yet I could still see everything as clear as day, as if the world were in high definition, waiting for me to see the backlash from the hours before.
My eyes had quickly become attuned to the night sky around me, like a predator would be when hunting down their prey.
My depth and field of view still perfect and fully in action. In that moment I could have sworn I could see further away than normal. Maybe it was just my mind playing tricks on me, but somehow I knew it was real, and nothing from this moment was going to be normal.
Looking down, all I saw was blood pouring from every area from cuts, and bruises marked out like tattoos across the entirety of my body. I tried to move to make myself more comfortable, but that just made it worse.

I winced at the unbearable pain that felt like a surge of electricity moving throughout every inch of me, from my fingers to the tips of my toes. I think it was enough to have driven me crazy, so to save myself from a second attack, I remained still, although it was difficult to do so, when my body was naturally shaking into movement from the knife like air around me, digging deep into my skin.
I couldn’t see it of course, but I could tell from my movements, and what I was feeling, that my face was probably in the same state.

All I could wonder was how long I had been here like this, and why?


What do you think? Should I continue with this story? I feel it is the beginning of a great mystery/Fairy tale like story, but that is just my opinion. I imagine it is just me that thinks that now that I have said it. Oh well!

Chloe Lauren x

This Is Just The Beginning!

Today we had the result for the Referendum, and for those who didn’t know, Leave won.

All day, all I have seen are people who voted remain to be enraged by the result, most of which are people who didn’t vote. A lot of them are blaming the older generation for this, although, they were doing what they thought was right for their Country, plus they have seen the UK, both in and out of the EU. They have experienced what it was like before we joined, so please don’t be quick to judge them.

At a time like this, people do what they think is right, and that is all you can ask of that person. Maybe their opinion doesn’t match yours, maybe even mine doesn’t, but that doesn’t matter. What’s done is done. Not everyone will agree with leave, but it’s what 17 million others chose. All you can do is make this decision a good one, by making the most of it. Any decision is better than no decision, as my mom always says.

Life is made of ups and downs,Decisions both right and wrong,Choices are made, Mistakes are inevitable, Never give up hope, Never jump ship,Ride out the storm,And lead the way,Because what we have is down to you.

You may not agree, but just know, this isn’t the end of the UK. If anything, this will prove just how united and strong we are as a country, and how well we will pull together as a nation.

Think of it as a book, and this is just a new chapter. Don’t sit back and close it, read on, and see what comes next. The future, more importantly, your future, counts on it.

Chloe Lauren x

I Have A Dream Poem + Quick Update

Hey Guys,

Firstly I just wanted to let you know that I will probably not be posting on Thursday’s anymore, mainly because it is becoming too much for me. I may post on that day every now and again, but mainly it will be the other days.

Anyway that said, I thought I would treat you all to a poem today. It is not my best, but I think it pretty much sums up all of us when we have a dream. I wrote it in the way I did to show it in a positive light, especially now that I am on my writing course, and things seem to be going in the right direction at the moment.

Always remember that anything is possible, and any dream you have is reachable. It just takes a lot of work and effort to get there. If you are willing to do something about, it will come to you in no time. Good things come to those who put the effort in.

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I haven’t had chance to catch up with a lot of you in a while, so how are things going lately. I would really love to know. I will get back to any old comments, it’s just I am currently on a timed internet as well as being extremely busy lately. I promise I will reply soon though.

What Is Your Dream?

Chloe Lauren x

The Art No One Saw | Short Story

Sitting here on this vacant beach, I watch intently as the troubled waters vigorously throw a tantrum against the innocent rocks. Every wave more violent than the last, causing the cliff face to frown, with tiny pieces of rock breaking off and falling with such sheer force into the ocean below, leaving behind a ripple, like tears moving quickly down from a person’s eyes, to the floor.

Only the stale stench of loneliness surrounds me and manages to reach my unsuspecting nose. I inhale the devastation, letting out only my deepest anxieties, and allowing for a sudden surge of electricity in the form of a chest stabbing chill to take control. My entire body victim to the cold prison we call air.

My heart beats out of time with the lyrical and harmonious whistling of the wind, whilst my breathing becomes more of a laborious task, as if my chest were being crushed, bearing a weight that couldn’t be moved or lifted by one person alone.

I avert my eyes to the sky above, seeming much calmer in looks, but holding back and array of dark and unknown secrets yet to be revealed. I see it for what it is, a never ending blanket of over protection. It’s caring in nature, but also smothering the world with its love, constantly keeping a close watch of what we are doing, not allowing for even a fraction of a second of privacy. Too afraid of what could happen, not knowing the damage has already been done.

The horrifyingly dull clouds form around me, like aggravated bullies in the school grounds waiting to prey on the weak and undeserving, without even a care for those who are about suffer.

The first drop falls on the ground like acid on a piece of metal, plunging and ripping into the sand I sit on, pulling the softened and damp grains apart from one another with ease. One drop leads to two, which leads to a downpour, a release of emotion from above.

Rain drops dance slowly down the contours of my face, not missing a single detail, like an artist working on their truest and most loved masterpiece, but the art is not me. The art I care about is this, a place where looks can be deceiving, the lifeless and misjudged piece of land I call my home.

Chloe Lauren x


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The Night Of Redemption | Short Story

Hey Guys,

I wrote a short story for you today, hopefully you will like it. It took me a while, because I have never been in this situation myself, but I know people that have or have known people who have. I am trying to show that any mistake you make does not define you and any problem you are facing, you can come back from, better, and much stronger, with people who care to help you through. You are never alone.


We lay there, unable to move, as we stay in our own little world, still captivated by the night that had just left us. What a night it must have been I think to myself, as I tilt my head to look at what surrounds us. Empty bottles cover the ground and distorted memories hold us close in an icy embrace that cuts through me like a knife, just like brain freeze, but much worse.

I close my eyes and imagine my life when I was still with you, you still have that innocent gleam in your eyes as you stared passionately into the sky. It is as though you saw something I would never be able to. So forgiving. So at peace. How I ever managed to be so reckless, and bring you into this life, I will never know. I just can’t tear myself away, but you still managed to believe in me like nobody else can, not even me.

Yet where are you now? Every word you spoke to me was like a song to my ears, and now my heart is crying, because our perfect harmony is over. You were the angel I swapped, without a care, for the devil. Alcohol!

I stretch out, my body moving frantically, and tears flooding out from my eyes, leaving only a stain, but I quickly feel the gentle brush of a hand reaching softly for mine, hoping to calm me. With a nervous flinch, I edge away, but soon give in and let you take it, although I worry that even with one touch you will know the person I truly am, and will be scared by what I could do, but there is that same innocence in your eyes, a look I  keep locked away safe within this anxious vault I call a mind. A look that loved me before. I never thought I would see something like it again. Now the look that will save me, from well, me. I have a chance to begin again, and it’s all thanks to you.

Chloe Lauren x


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The Day We Parted Ways + 400 Followers

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Hey Guys,

Today I hit 400 followers, so I just wanted to say a quick thank you for that. You are all AMAZING, and to properly celebrate, I thought I would share with you the first short story I am writing for this blog. I hope you like it. After all, it is for you. Fingers crossed.


We were there. The two of us. Just sitting, letting life pass us by, remaining silent, but the world around us was just as loud as ever. Sound coming from every corner, flooding into my ears.

I just wanted to be with you, savour the precious little moments we had left. It wasn’t too much to ask for, was it?

A shadow of doubt crosses my mind, wondering if after today, after this last moment leaves us, if you would forget me. I reach out to touch you, but remember that I can’t, not anymore. It is too late to get back what we once had. Everything we once were was already gone, and there is no way to get it back.

Gone. Just like me.

I know what happened that day broke you, tore you apart. Even now, after all of this time. I wish I could feel your pain, but that’s the problem, I can’t feel anything anymore. All I can do is sit here and know you have to move on. It’s probably time.

I watch you intently as you get up, the tears falling down your face as you look down one last time. I could have sworn you looked right at me, but how could you, when I am no longer here. I am just a spirit of the girl I used to be.

As you walk away, I fade away into the night, this time, it’s for good!


Lonely Girl x


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Letter To Myself | Dear Future Me Tag

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Hey Guys,

I was nominated to do this Tag by two people, Little Blog who was the creator of this Tag, and also Asha from Vintage Smiles. Thank you both!

It has taken me a while to actually get round to doing this, mainly because I kept forgetting, but also I have been busy with other things. Also, I thought it might be better doing this closer to my birthday, which is now only 12 days away. I might as well just do it now.

Why not?

Rules:

  • Tag it under ‘DearFutureMeTag’
  • Write a letter to yourself to read again in a years time. You can answer if you would like.
  • Nominate Other Bloggers

Letter:

Dear Future Me,

I am just going to start by stating the obvious, you’re definitely older, but have you really grown, as a person that is, not height wise, because let’s face it, you are not going to grow any more are you? Sorry for that harsh truth, and so early on in this letter as well.

I hope you laughed at that, rather than just getting annoyed, like you usually would. Don’t roll your eyes at that either, because we both know it’s true.

Over the years you have changed, a part of you has somehow lost the person you once were, and that’s such a shame, but together we can fix that. You have such a great attitude when you actually do what you need to do. There is so much you could achieve. If only you would believe in yourself, like your friends and family have done for all of this time.

There are days where I will still look at myself, and just see what I think to be the most terrible person I have ever known. I just hope in the future you perception of yourself is different, because you know how much pain we have been through feeling that way. I know it wasn’t your fault though. Things happened in our past, but now we just have to learn to keep our pasts where they belong, in the past.

Before I close this letter, I have to remember to remind you to always tell the people you care about the most, that you appreciate them. They have been with you through everything, and I know you care, you have a heart of gold, but it never hurts to tell them wherever possible that they mean a lot to you. Even the smallest gesture would be enough, it doesn’t have to be extravagant.

Finally, I am glad you have finally found somewhere you belong. Blogging has really helped you, and you always look your happiest when you are writing up the posts. It’s lovely to see. Keep it up, because you are doing great.

I will see you in a years time!

Love Chloe.

Nominations:

Mile Long Bookshelf

We Heart Dreaming

Film And Nuance

If you haven’t already been nominated, feel free to join in with the Tag also 🙂


Lonely Girl x