I started this account to publish a Genshin Impact fan fiction two years ago (???). I had no writing experience before then and kind of just made up the plot as I went (which is why it's so messy I reread and like some parts are pretty nice but it's just so incoherent anyways). I didn't think it would become as popular as it did, and though I lost passion for the game itself a long time ago, the continuous support from readers motivated me to keep writing.
Y/N was a reflection of how I felt at the time: lost, confused, emotional, and a complete wreck. She was a vessel for me to channel my own inner conflicts without revealing any personal context. Rising Storm was my safe-space. It was the first and last story I wrote for myself. Every short story I've written since then has been devoid of any emotion or passion: just skeletons of a plot I desperately tried to build. I wrote for contests and literary magazines because I felt the need to, not because I had something to say.
I am tired of beating myself up for not being able to scrap up a good plot. Frankly, my mind speaks too loud these days. I'm over sharing. I have too much to say, so much so that the words hurl out in these incoherent sentences that I call poems. Though they are simple, they are mine. I can no longer form intricate dialogues in my head, but now I can reflect. I can think. Perhaps there is beauty in being able to breathe without speaking.
Though this is very different from what my target audience is used to, I hope that whoever reads this finds comfort in my words — similarly to how people found comfort in Y/N's character.
Thank you.
- Brooke (name reveal)
update: nvm im gonna upload my shitty short stories too lamao
