Thursday, March 19, 2026

How to write longer? Or mastering your writing? by Ratih Farida

 



This article actually was kinda inspired by people on twitter who asked something about how to write long fics. So, here's my answer as a professional!


This tweet anyway, click if you're interested!


And my answer there with some designs lol


First off, no need to force yourself to write something longer. No need to follow the trend or fandom culture. Write only what you desire or love no matter how short it —the length is. Because good stories aren't always about how long the word counts are. As long as your fics fit the theme, title and you have your own purpose as in to tell anyone about the moral of the story —the strength of the value, your fics are considered successful.


I've seen many long fics that aren't really that good or potential enough. Some of them even sound so forced, as if maybe they just want to show how proud they are to write so long like that. Especially those with a heavily slow start within the first chapters. I'm sorry to say, as an editor or an experienced judge myself I would never consider to continue reading those. 


The stories like that are way too heavy, time consuming —that somehow will waste your time, especially when you find them aren't appealing enough. In fact in real markets, those kinds of stories already exhaust or even upset the real readers. In the worst case, that apparently kills the appealing points of your books –that will lead to the point of no return for your readers to be excited for the next chapters of your books. Your editors also will tell you to cut off all those long word counts; for example, from 250K words to 50K, which means it would double up your works, and does it exhaust you as well as a writer? Of course it extremely does.


So, if I were you I would definitely avoid this. I would only write long fics when it's necessary —writing long fics again would never be my first goal. But still if you're curious enough and still wanna try to write longer, you should read more —as in not only about fanfics but read as a whole for researching to strengthen the value of your story or to make it sound more realistic. If you want, you can also read fiction (published) books, or else if you wanna make things short, you can filter it to only read your specific genre; for example, if you write fantasy then read more fantasy etc.


Next, practice your writing skills using five senses; for example, the smell of lily hung up in the air, somehow it calms you down etc. Show more, don't just tell –to show some emotions and voices within your story; for example, instead of saying I love you, please show more by explaining like this; In the name of fleur de lis, he already promised himself to keep his wife and to take care of her forever with full of love, peace, purity, divine light etc. Then, explore more of your characters –your characters also need to be real as in having strengths and weaknesses as humans, especially your main characters; For example, when you write a scene about bdsm relationship, there's one character and it's the dominant, they definitely have the strength to protect the submissive with full power but somehow they can also be overprotected despite of the fact they just have a fear of losing his submissive etc.


Also write specific conflicts to build the tension —write climax and anticlimax scenes; for example, you can write such miscommunication types of things that in the end it will lead to having a clear communication as the characters finally have some lessons to learn.


And If you ever read some basic narrative text formula in your younger age, it's definitely useful —that one who has orientation, complication and resolution, please use them! Even me, I always cling to that anyway no matter how old I am, cause that structure will always help me to keep my readers entertained, just so they will stay enjoying my stories (this one only is an additional/bonus advice btw!). Just don't ever forget our basics!


And last, if you still find yourself having some doubts after finishing your story, you can also search for some beta/proof readers. Seek some advice from them about the do’s or dont’s, always be open to critics to improve —but never for the hate. But again, you can always filter some advice from them though, it's never wrong not to use them all. Just do what you think it's best! After all, it's your own story!


Other than that, please don't ever be lazy while re-reading your own story during the whole process of editing. Cause if starting from you, you already feel exhausted that way, how about your readers? Everything starts from you —within ourselves.


That's it, I think? I hope you find this article helpful, and good luck for writing longer —Having your new writing journey experience! 






Wednesday, November 1, 2023

Love Will Remember by Ratih Farida

 





SYNOPSIS



Alex and Trinity, both of them have already had their breakups. But one day, they faced such love problems where the two felt like everything wasn't over yet.


Then will the two get back together? Or maybe vice versa?




THE STORY



It's such a bright morning where the birds could be heard chirping. The sun was shining through the window of my room, sending its warmth right through the pores of my skin. But the warmth seemed to be not enough for me when I remember that someone I once or in other words someone I still really love, is no longer here with me.

Alex Lynn Metcalfe, that's probably the full name of the guy in my mind. And it seemed like a year ago, I never saw his brown eyes and dark brown hair again. Meeting him is like an impossible thing for me..

Currently, I'm still focused on completing my college work, named it writing poetry. Well, I don't know though but losing Alex could really help me boost up some positive energies.

And sometimes I'm grateful for that. But on the other hand, I still have some regrets. The regret that always comes when I remember the day I broke his heart.

The jealousy and selfishness that I had in the past will always seem to be an endless regret..


***

This morning doesn't look so bright as the black clouds can be seen dotting the horizon just to shift the position of the sun, really in line with how dark my heart is right now.

This break of semester I could say that it's the worst one. My parents, as usual, are always busy spending time outside the house with their co-workers.

My friends also spend time with their lovers. And me? Of course, just stay at home, and lock myself up in the room by my soft mattress.

Everyone seemed to never make time for me, even if it's just a little...

Trinity Renee Kubly, for some reason, the girl with blue eyes and beautiful blonde hair is now starting to dominate my mind and heart.

I took the smartphone which I put on the table to the left of the bed. I didn't hesitate to start looking at the picture of her which I never deleted from my cellphone's gallery. Her image seemed to be captured in my memory from the past to now..

It's been about a year since she and I broke up. And the breakups weren't actually what I wanted, but Trinity was the only person who seemed to want all of that.

Losing her is painful, but sometimes I pour it all out by creating several pieces of music. Some positive things have indeed come since the day she left, but the regrets due to the stupid things I did in the past really feel like they will never end...

But no! I can't continue living this way, haunted by guilt. I have to do something to fix everything that's broken.


***


Maybe It's True That I Can't Live Without You

Cause Maybe Two Is Better Than One

One of her favorite songs started to stop playing. A blonde haired girl is now looking at her cell phone screen, showing the name of Alex, a guy who's been in her mind.

She was really confused about his purpose to call her. Half of her mind wanted to reject a call, but the other half wanted the opposite.

The girl whose name is Trinity now has decided what to do. She immediately wiped away the tears that were flowing freely when she played her favorite song with Alex when they were still together.

And the step she took was to answer the call from the guy she still loved.

Trinity also told herself not to be someone as selfish as before. However, she had to hear his explanation. She didn't know what Alex wanted to say, but she hoped that Alex would explain everything and then ask her to come back into his arms.

Like Alex, he was confused. Maybe it was because he didn't know what to say, but on the other hand he felt happy because Trinity was still using the same number.

Alex and Trinity are now starting to talk again like before when they were still together, or more precisely about a year ago.

Their conversation initially seemed stiff. It really takes quite a bit of time to explain the past mistakes made by both of them. And one of those who really wants to fix it is Alex. Trinity was the same, but she wasn't brave enough to start.

"Trinity, listen to me." Alex paused the conversation, just to take a deep breath, trying to get rid of the nervousness. "I don't mind if you want this or not.. But it's clear that I want us to start over again.. like a year ago."

Trinity's heart felt like it had stopped beating when she heard Alex's confession that he wanted her to come back. She couldn't believe that her wish had come true.

Tears of joy began to fall as a few sobs and laughter was heard bursting out.

"Alex.. you know, I really love you.. and this feeling has never changed until now.. but I need an explanation of what you did with Katlynn that day."

"You know, it's not what you see.. I just helped her who was about to fall and didn't kiss her like people say.."

The cry of pain was heard breaking. Trinity couldn't hold back all the sadness anymore. "Oh my God.. I'm sorry Alex.. I didn't mean to be selfish."

Alex heard her sad cries through his cell phone. Now he feels the same sadness. "No... I'm sorry for being a fool."

Not meant to be wasting the time, Trinity immediately wiped her tears. She didn't want the conversation they had to end with each other blaming themselves. "Alex.. I love you so much and I wanna be yours once again."

Alex fell silent, his heart seemed to have stopped beating, the same as what Trinity had previously felt. His smile now looks bright. "Same here.. and I Love You so much more than anything."



THE END



Thursday, October 26, 2023

I Loved You First by Ratih Farida

 





Synopsis



Ridge Howe is a high school student and a neighbor of a girl named Sailor Rose Carter –a girl Ridge loves. But for Sailor, it seems like his presence doesn't mean a thing.

Will Ridge be able to confess his feelings for her? Will Sailor accept him?

Or does it turn out that Sailor will reject him?



The Story



In a park behind the school, the brown haired guy similar to his eyes was seen sitting on a bench, waiting for the girl he loved.

Ridge Howe, that is the name of a guy who is still faithfully waiting for her to come to a place where he's about to convey something.

The long wait slowly seemed to be paying off, when the person he had been waiting for finally arrived. The blonde haired girl and her beautiful gray eyes gave him a smile where he immediately flashed the same sweet smile as he saw her walking closer.

"Hey, Ridge!" said the girl as she stood in front of him.

"Oh, um... hey, Sailor..." Ridge stuttered.

Sailor Rose Carter, that is the full name of Ridge's favorite girl. Sailor and Ridge were together when they were both in Junior High School until now they were reunited in Senior High School.

And not only there, the location of the two houses can almost be said to be next to each other. However, it seems that both of them weren't really close to each other as friends but just neighbors.

Ridge himself has had feelings for Sailor since the two of them first met. Until now, Ridge still doesn't know whether Sailor feels the same way or not.

Yes, maybe it's time to find out how the girl feels about him, even though he found it impossible to reach her.

"So, what do you want to say?" Sailor asked straight to the point, making Ridge stiff.

"Uh, actually.. I.. Umm.. come with me." Ridge grabbed Sailor's hand so that the girl followed his lead.

"But, where are we going?"

"Umm.. just follow me."

When the two of them had just started walking, suddenly a guy's deep voice was heard from behind both of them. And that guy seemed to be calling Sailor's name.

Sailor immediately turned around and saw a tall man with an emo hairstyle smiling at her.

"Alex!" Sailor answered the guy's name with a sweet smile on her face. But for Ridge, it doesn't look sweet since he found himself alone right now, got left behind by his favorite girl.

Alex Simpson, an ugly guy with hazel eyes and his emo hairstyle according to Ridge, is the only one who's standing in the way of their relationship --Sailor and Ridge that soon could happen.

Ridge now feels annoyed and sad when he has to face the fact that Sailor seems to care more about the weirdo than himself, who is looking cuter with a hair flip style that almost resembles the old hairstyle of world superstar Justin Bieber.


***

The night has come, a guy with beady brown eyes now looks lost in thought, with his arms folded behind his head, lying on his soft bed.

It's certain that he's daydreaming about the failure he got in just to find out how she felt about him in the afternoon.

And now Ridge suddenly came back to his senses when he heard the sound of a car engine stopping in front of the yard of his beloved girl named Sailor.

Curious as to who would come to visit the girl's house at night, Ridge immediately took a peek at the window. And when he had looked deeply at the person's features, his eyes widened and his mouth slightly agape at the sight which he found unpleasant to look at.

Of course, it was none other than Alex, who was now seen kissing Sailor's forehead just to give the girl a goodbye kiss. Even though it's just a kiss on the forehead, Ridge still felt sad when he saw his girl in someone else's arms.

Because after all, Ridge is the only person who sincerely loved Sailor first. But why does it seem too difficult for her to realize that...


***


The next day, Ridge still hasn't had the chance to confess his feelings for her. And of course, the only one who could stand in their way is Alex's figure.

Days have turned into weeks, weeks into months, and now it's almost half a year since he entered high school, but all those opportunities must soon be lost.

It hurts when Ridge had to see Sailor who was always making out in front of him with that weirdo Alex. He has done various ways to just give a clue, but still Sailor will never get it...

Or maybe it's time for Ridge to give up..


***


This prom night is about to begin. Ridge doesn't seem to have any intention to attend the dance night alone, without any partner.

Not surprisingly, now he is just seen lazing around in his room, watching TV with a soft drink and popcorn in his hand.

When Ridge was about to leave his room to refill the popcorn, his cell phone rang, displaying a message on it.


Sailor

'Hey, Ridge, you going to prom?'


Ridge fell silent for a moment, seeing a message which turned out to be from his beloved girl named Sailor. He felt a little confused, but on the other hand, he felt happy because it turned out that Sailor still cared about him.


Ridge

'Umm, no, you?'


Ridge immediately replied to her message. A few seconds later, Sailor texted him back.


Sailor

'I will, wish you were there..'


Ridge's eyes widened when he read Sailor's message hoping that he would come to the prom. The feelings of confusion and happiness were now filling him when he read that type of message.

Ridge has some mixed feelings. He wondered, what should he do now? Just laying here watching TV with popcorn? Or go to prom with his sweetheart?

But on the other hand, Ridge is still asking about the whereabouts of Alex, Sailor's sweetheart. Where was the guy when the prom night arrived? Have they both ended their relationship?

Well, maybe the many questions in his mind will soon be revealed if he comes to the party...


***

Wearing a black suit with his Justin Bieber hair flip style, Ridge immediately ran aimlessly through the crowd of people in the school park, intending to look for Sailor's figure.

"Shit, how stupid! Why don't I just contact her?" Ridge grumbled to himself.

Ridge immediately took out his smartphone from his trouser pocket. However, when he was about to contact the girl he was looking for, suddenly he felt an arm on his shoulder.

Ridge turned around and found the beautiful girl he adored, wearing a long white dress like a princess, giving him the sweet smile that she had.

"You .."

"Ridge, there's something I want to talk about.."

"Um, what is that?"

"Can we talk about this while dancing?"

"Of course."

The two of them are now dancing slowly. And so slow like their dances, Sailor begins to pour her heart out to Ridge about Alex. The girl complained that Alex was just a coward. And her reason behind that was because Alex was just playing with her heart all along.

All this time, Alex treated Sailor like his girlfriend. However, it turns out that Alex always keeps their relationship a secret. She also was really sad to find out that she was just a bet for Alex and his friends.

Hearing all that, Ridge was really angry. He really wanted to hit that dull face so hard. How dare he treat her like shit?

But in the end, Sailor assured that all of this was useless, because Alex would never return to school or the city where Ridge and Sailor lived. Sailor then convinced him that she was willing to forget about Alex and will continue her love story with someone better.

A victorious smile appeared on Ridge's face. And maybe this is the right time to tell her what's in his heart.

"Well, you know... I've loved a girl for a long time... but she could never see that..."

"And, umm.. you know I also have a guy I love since the first time I saw him next to my house.."

Ridge's body stiffened, he seemed to swallow hard. Ridge was surprised when he heard Sailor's little confession that the girl loved the guy who lived next to her, which means that man was just himself.

"Ridge."

"Sailor."

Both of them chuckled when they said in unison.

"You first." Sailor said to Ridge.

Ridge was clearing his throat first. "Sailor.. I love you so much.. will you be mine?"

"Umm.. sure. I love you too, Ridge." Sailor answered without any hesitation.



THE END


Tuesday, October 24, 2023

Vision by Ratih Farida

 





SYNOPSIS


Indira Larasati, a senior high school student who had a friend named Patricia Geraldine. Both seemed close until one day she figured out something about Patricia. This made her assume that they're not really that close as they thought.

 

She's so gloomy like that Gloomy Sunday. That was the vision she had for her in the future. And that's when she realized that she got a blessing or even a curse.



The Story



This story contains strong language, fouls behavior, suicidal behavior/thought, blood, etc. So, better not read if it trigger you to do something similar but whoever read this, thanks for your support, I love you a lot. Stay here, be my loyal readers lmao xx



Sunday is Gloomy,

My hours are slumberless,

Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless.

Little white flowers will never awaken you.

 

The song was played by a girl named Patricia Geraldine through earphones that connected to her cellphone. And there was a girl named Indira Larasati who sat next to her.


Indira was a native Indonesian girl. Meanwhile, Patricia Geraldine was a Hungarian-Indonesian girl. Apparently the two of them were seat mates. And the class was still going on. But it seemed like both of them didn't pay enough attention to the class.


"Since when have you been listening to Gloomy Sunday?" Indira asked her, whispering. But Patricia literally ignored her for putting on her earphones. So, she decided to elbow her.


"Since that Gloomy Sunday?" Patricia finally answered. So, she literally heard what Indira said before. But she pretended not to hear.


"But you wouldn't do anything stupid, would you?"


"Like suicide?" Patricia sounded cynical.


Indira sighed, "Just forget it." Deep down, she suddenly worried about her.


The two girls finally came back to their own business where one of them paid attention to the teacher who was busy teaching her students in front of class. And she was Indira.


While the other one was still listening to the music secretly. She was hoping that she wouldn't get caught for not paying attention to the teacher. And this girl was Patricia. Who else?


"Okay, Let's stop discussing these Introvert, Ambivert and Extrovert matters. Anyone have a question?" The counseling teacher was starting a Q&A session with the students.


One of the students apparently asked a question off topic. "Ma'am, what about personality disorders like umm... psychopaths or sociopaths?"


The teacher was about to answer but her answer was interrupted by one of the other students. "And what about bipolar?"


"Yes, ma'am. Why does a personality disorder like that always lead to suicide?"


And again, the teacher was interrupted by the ringing bell. So, this class really has to come to an end.

 


***

 

 

Little white flowers

Will never awaken you

Not where the black coach

Of sorrow has taken you

Angels have no thoughts

Of ever returning you

Would they be angry

If I thought of joining you

Gloomy Sunday


A black haired girl now was walking up to the rooftop with her hands holding such a pair of lunch meals, where she and Patricia discussed something about having lunch upstairs earlier.


That Gloomy Sunday seemed to come back echoing in her ears. But now the song was heard like a singing voice. And that's when she knew that Patricia was the one who sang that gloomy song.


"Pat..." She was so shocked running closer to where Patricia stood. So, she accidentally dropped their lunch. But it seemed like they didn't matter anymore when she caught her walking around the edge of the roof. "What the fuck was on your mind?"


"Heh, back off." Earlier Indira wanted to pull her away from that dangerous side of the roof. But Patricia pushed her hands away.


"Seriously? I told you earlier not to do anything stupid."


"Heh, what was it exactly? I'm just walking around the edge. I'm having fun here, so?" Patricia scoffed.


"Still it's dangerous.. I just worry about you. So, come down." She insisted.


"No."


"Girl, please."


"Seriously? Why did you have to worry about me?"


"You're my friend?" Indira seemed to be the one who wanted to stop arguing.


"Tch." Patricia continued to walk around the edge carefully, letting her hands hang in the air.


"Patricia, what's bothering you? Be honest with me." She looked at her in horror. She's afraid of her getting slipped.


All of a sudden, Patricia stopped walking and her sinister laugh was bursting out. Her laugh made Indira shudder in horror.


"Oh, curious much?" Patricia flattened her face.


Indira sighed, "Come on.."


"Oh, you think you can solve my problem?" Now she was bursting out in anger. "You think you can be a father of this fuckin' unborn piece of shit?"


Indira was too stunned to speak. "What??"


"See? What a fuckin' useless piece of whore you are." The way she cussed, it led Indira to awaken her wrath. So, she slapped her.


"Watch your mouth! No need to be rude like that. I was just trying to help." She was mad for a second but then she still had such a good heart to catch her when she almost fell.


"Heh, what did you expect for having a fuckin' bipolar friend like me? I wish for nothing else but being dead every single time. My life has been over since that Gloomy Sunday.. I wish to haunt that fuckin' rapist to death.."


"Patricia.." She didn't let her cuss anymore. She wanted to embrace her, wanting to save her from the death end, but yet she refused her.


"Fuck off."


"No, I won't. Please, stop!"


"Bitch."


Too bad. It seemed like Patricia really had a strong will to death. So, she hit her on the face. Patricia made her hiss and fell on her butt.


"No!" Indira was screaming to watch her falling down from the edge to the ground. She was finally kissing her death end like she was wishing to.


Earlier she watched her smirk before falling. The way she wanted so bad to be dead was really killing her to the point she was bursting into tears right now.


She watched her unstoppable bleeding from the edge of the roof even though she was no longer alive. And slowly, a bunch of students surrounded her. Some of the female students screamed, while the male ones tried to find some help or dial the ambulance.


She was on her knees now, crying out loud. She literally blamed herself for slapping her earlier. The way she slapped her was the only cause for her to trip then fall and lead her to die.


"Fuck you, you're a fuckin murderer..." She's crying in frustration. So, she let the back of her head hit the wall harshly.


And the way she hit her own head was leading her to see her surroundings spinning around. She was wincing in pain, while her vision now was slightly blurry. And for a few minutes away, she succeeded to let herself fall gracefully. She officially let herself unconscious.

 

 

***

 

 

"What the fuck?"


From the way that girl cursed, all eyes were now officially on her.


"Miss Larasati, did you have such a nice nap?" A teacher approached her with a sarcastic tone.


"Oh, sorry, Ma'am." She was feeling half awake while saying sorry. And all of the students now were mocking her by their laughter echoing in the classroom.


"Detention later, Miss." The teacher warned her as she was starting all over to teach.


She only let out a sigh but the girl beside her seemed not to pay attention to the current situation.


"Patricia?" Indira was whispering to call her seatmate. But then she ignored her.


Indira then noticed the earphones on her ears. She leaned closer and had an idea to eavesdrop on what she's listening to. She was gulping later and widened her eyes when the Gloomy Sunday echoed in her ear like a DeJavu.


This scene was like a vision for her, where she could define it as a blessing or rather a curse. She never knew what her vision meant but just blessed her curse inside her mind instead.


"Oh, shit. Here we go again."



THE END