Some Tips On The Do’s And Don’ts Of Adding More Description To Your Writing

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Phrase List: Emotions

phrases and idioms to try to include in your poem/story

A crying shame - a situation that makes one feel sad or disappointed

Afraid to say - used as a way of expressing one's disappointment, regret, or sorrow

Agonies of guilt/remorse/regret - feelings of guilt, remorse, or regret

(As) happy as a clam - very happy

Beneath contempt - completely bad or worthless—used to describe someone or something that is too bad to deserve any respect

Calm, cool, and collected - not upset; not very bothered by things

Catch (someone or something) by surprise - to happen to (someone or something) unexpectedly; to attack, capture, or approach (someone or something) without warning

Debt of gratitude - appreciation or thanks that someone should give another person

Figure of contempt - a person who is regarded with contempt

Guilt trip - an instance of feeling guilty; a feeling of guilt or blame caused especially by another person's comment or accusation

Held in contempt - considered by the court to have broken the law by disobeying or disrespecting the judge

Jump for joy - to jump up and down because one is very happy

(Many) happy returns - used for wishing someone a happy birthday and to express the hope that he or she will live to celebrate many more birthdays in the future

More in sorrow than in anger - because of sadness or disappointment rather than anger

Poor/sad/sorry excuse for - a poor example of

Pride and joy - someone or something that makes someone very proud and happy

Put on a happy face - to appear happy even when one is not

Sad sack - a blundering, inept person

Scared stiff - very afraid—often + of

Scared to death - very afraid—often + of

Strike fear into the hearts of - to cause (someone) to be very afraid; to frighten

The calm/lull before the storm - a period of quiet that comes before a time of activity, excitement, violence, etc.

Tingle with excitement - to be very excited

To one's amusement - in a way that is amusing to someone; pleasing to someone

To someone's disappointment - causing someone to feel sad, unhappy, or displeased because something was not as good as expected or because something hoped for or expected did not happen

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Romantic Student Things

Locking eyes in the hallway like it’s a damn movie scene, except the only soundtrack is the sound of someone dropping their binder and cursing loudly in the background.

Scribbling little notes in the margins of textbooks, but instead of love letters, they’re inside jokes and sarcastic insults that somehow make them fall harder.

That moment when they both reach for the same book in the library and freeze... her fingers brushing his, the air between them suddenly too much and not enough all at once.

Staying up way too late to study together, but absolutely failing because they keep finding excuses to talk about literally anything else except what’s actually on the exam.

Leaving anonymous notes in each other’s lockers, but instead of sweet nothings, it’s absolute nonsense like “Your hair looked aggressively good today” and “You’re dangerously close to making me fall in love with you, stop it.”

Sitting next to each other in class, acting completely normal, while their knees are pressed together under the desk and their hearts are losing their minds over it.

Having full-on mental breakdowns over finals together, only for one of them to randomly say, “I think I might love you.” Because academic stress and emotional realizations go hand in hand, apparently.

Passing handwritten notes in class, except they’re not just notes, they’re confessions hidden inside random doodles and lyrics that will mean nothing to anyone else but them.

Accidentally falling asleep next to each other while studying, and waking up to realize their hands are still tangled together like some kind of cruel joke the universe is playing on them.

Finding the one place on campus where they can be alone, an empty classroom, a forgotten stairwell, a rooftop and making it theirs. Because stolen moments always feel more real than anything else.

That absolutely insane moment when they see each other outside of school for the first time, no uniforms, no backpacks, just them, and suddenly, they’re seeing each other differently.

Staying after school to “work on a project”, but the only thing getting worked on is their ability to pretend they’re not completely, recklessly, falling for each other.

Supporting each other during nerve-wracking presentations by holding eye contact across the room, because if one of them crashes and burns, at least they’ll have company in hell.

That heart-stopping moment during graduation when they realize this might be the last time they ever get to see each other like this, in this life, in this stage, before everything changes.

Finally saying screw it and kissing in the middle of campus, because the real test wasn’t their exams, it was this.

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Minggu Depan, Kamu Berhenti Berharap

Kamu hidup diantara janji-janji yang kamu bisikkan seperti doa. Rasanya seperti meneguk segelas kopi sachet yang kebanyakan air—hangatnya cukup menghibur, namun rasa pahit menetap di mulutmu sampai malam. Setiap pagi kamu mengulangi mantra yang sama; minggu depan kamu akan makan tiga kali sehari. Minggu depan kamu akan memperbaiki kipas tua yang sudah sekarat, namun tetap menghembuskan angin sejuk di kala panas malam ibukota menyerang. Minggu depan kamu akan membeli sepatu yang layak, supaya kamu tidak lagi menggunakan sepatu yang solnya menganga seperti mulut orang-orang yang suka bicara soal harapan.

Minggu depan kamu akan mengirim uang untuk Ibu, sedikit lebih banyak dari biasanya. Cukup banyak sehingga Ibu tidak perlu mengurangi porsi nasi lagi. Cukup banyak untuk membelikan Adik buku baru. Kamu ingin membuktikan kalau kamu kuat; kalau Jakarta tidak membakarmu menjadi abu.

Minggu depan, proyekmu akan selesai. Kamu akhirnya memiliki ruang untuk bernapas, untuk merenggangkan tubuhmu. Bonus akan turun, katanya. Namun meja kerjamu terus membisikan tentang hantu-hantu PHK. Tawa-tawa di kantin karyawan menghilang, digantikan dengan lirikan gelisah dan bisik-bisik. Untuk pertama kalinya, kamu merasakan ilusi aman yang kamu bangun perlahan-lahan mulai runtuh. Lantai yang selama ini menompang meja kerjamu pun mulai retak, seakan-akan siap menjatuhkanmu ke dalam jurang. 

Kamu menambahkan catatan di ponselmu; minggu depan kamu harus mulai mencari perkerjaan baru—untuk berjaga-jaga.

Kamu pun tersadar kalau kamu tidak sendirian. Ketika kamu bertanya kepada Ibu warteg kapan beliau akan masak cumi lagi, beliau tersenyum lelah dan menjawab, “Minggu depan ya, Nak, kalau harganya turun.” 

Ketika kamu duduk di depan minimarket bersama temanmu, meneguk minuman kopi diskon yang rasanya lebih seperti pengingat bahwa kamu tak mampu beli yang lain. “Minggu depan anak gue ulang tahun,” bisik temanmu. Matanya redup. “Semoga gaji nggak ditahan lagi. Gue mau beliin dia kado.” 

Bahkan, tetanggamu yang kamu kira selalu berkecukupan, kini suara seraknya terdengar lewat tembok tipis kontrakan. “Saya usahakan bayar minggu depan ya, Pak.” 

Tapi minggu depan datang seperti ombak yang menenggelamkan harapanmu. Tanpa kabar baik. Tanpa perubahan. Tanpa mukjizat.

Lelahmu tidak dibayarkan, tidak dihargai, hanya dijustifikasi atas nama efisiensi. Harga telur naik lagi. Suara token listrik yang menjerit bersahutan dengan rengekan kipas tua, keduanya mengingatkan bahwa uangmu hampir habis. Tagihan menumpuk seperti doa-doamu yang belum terjamah. Tidak ada balasan dari semua lamaran yang kamu kirimkan. 

“Nggak apa-apa,” ucap Ibu ketika kamu menelepon setelah mengirimkan uang. “Untung makan siang Adik disediakan sekolah, jadi Ibu bisa hemat beras.”

Ibu ingin menguatkanmu, namun kata-kata yang kamu dengar terasa seperti pisau yang menusuk jantungmu.

“Nggak usah pikirin Ibu sama Bapak, simpan uangnya buat kamu di sana.” Suara Ibu pecah, namun bukan karena susah sinyal.

Kamu batal membeli sepatu baru, meskipun sedang turun harga menjadi Rp150.000—diskon yang terasa seperti ejekan. Sebab uang seratus ribu rupiah kini bisa lenyap dalam sekali napas—sekotak nasi, bensin, dan satu liter minyak goreng yang harganya terus menanjak. Kamu pernah menyebutnya sebagai dana darurat, namun sekarang ia hanya lembar tipis yang cepat lusuh, cepat habis, cepat hilang. Sepasang sepatu baru tidak ada artinya jika kamu tidak dapat membeli minyak goreng dan bensin.

Kamu tidak perlu membaca berita maupun membaca grafik untuk tahu bahwa rupiah ambruk, karena kamu ikut rubuh bersamanya. Kamu merasakannya di setiap kali kamu menawar cabai dan bawang bagaikan menawar mimpi, di setiap kali kamu memutuskan untuk tertidur dengan perut kosong. Kamu menyadarinya ketika porsi nasi di warteg jauh lebih banyak daripada lauk.

Kamu mendengar pejabat di televisi menjanjikan bahwa perekonomian negara baik-baik saja, bahwa semuanya terkendali dengan baik. Kamu tertawa hambar, tapi semua orang berhak bermimpi bukan? Bahkan pejabat pun boleh berhalusinasi, bukan?

Biarkan mereka bermimpi. Biarkan mereka tidur di hotel bintang lima dengan anggaran negara. Biarkan mereka berpesta, berbicara tentang pemulihan ekonomi di balik pintu kedap suara.

Sementara kamu harus menerima kenyataan bahwa kamu bisa hancur dan negara tidak peduli. Bahwa kamu bisa mati kelaparan tanpa menguncang statistik mereka. Bahwa kamu hanyalah angka, bukan manusia. 

Seperti rupiahmu yang tidak bernilai, kamu pun ikut terkikis bersamanya. Namun tidak seperti para pejabat berdasi, kamu merasa malu atas janji-janji yang tak bisa kamu tepati—pada dirimu sendiri, pada Ibu, pada harapan yang sudah terlalu lama kamu cicil dengan air mata.

Dan kamar kontrakanmu menjadi saksi bisu atas semua minggu depan yang kamu tunda. Malam ini kamu berhenti berharap, berhenti membuat janji. Tidak ada lagi minggu depan, tidak ada lagi kamu yang memanjatkan doa. Sebab di negara ini, harapan adalah barang mewah yang tidak bisa kamu cicil lagi harganya.

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Writing a Morally gray character

Think about their backstory, what shaped them into who they are? What do they believe in? And, most importantly, what pushes them to get out of bed every morning and keep going? These characters aren’t simple good or bad. They’re caught in the middle, in that murky, complicated space between black and white. That’s where they get interesting because they’re constantly wrestling with themselves, trying to figure out the right choice, or if the “right” choice even exists for them.

You need to show this internal battle. Imagine your character being torn between what they believe is morally right and what they actually want. This is where the real drama comes in, it’s like watching them juggle their principles with their desires in real-time. They’ll mess up, and they’ll make decisions that are sometimes questionable, but that’s what makes them human and relatable. One way to really highlight their complexity is by putting them in situations where there’s no clear answer. You know, those moments in life where everything’s kind of a mess, and you’re stuck trying to figure out what the hell you’re supposed to do? Your character should face situations like that. These gray areas create tension because readers won’t know which direction the character will go, and honestly, your character might not know either.

And don’t forget, growth is a huge part of writing a morally gray character. People aren’t static, they change based on what happens to them, and your character should too. Maybe they start off with a strong sense of morality but, over time, that starts to shift. Or maybe they start with shaky ethics and slowly become a better person as they learn from their mistakes. Growth can also go the other way, they could spiral downward, giving in to darker impulses. Either way, they need to evolve, just like people do in real life. That’s what keeps the story fresh and unpredictable. The last thing you want is a character that stays the same the whole way through.

Also, please, no stereotypes. A morally gray character doesn’t have to be a brooding anti-hero with a tragic past (unless that’s your vibe, but even then, switch it up). Give them quirks that make them unique. Maybe they have unexpected motivations, like they’re doing something shady for a cause they genuinely believe in, or they’ve got a weird sense of humor that throws people off. Whatever it is, make sure they feel like an individual, not just a copy-paste character we’ve all seen a million times.

Even when your character makes decisions that aren’t exactly clean-cut or heroic, the reader still needs to understand why. Show their vulnerabilities, why they doubt themselves, why they hesitate, and why they ultimately make the choices they do. It’s all about making them relatable, even when they’re walking that fine line between right and wrong. People might not always agree with them, but they should at least be able to see where they’re coming from.

And remember, every choice your character makes should have consequences. They don’t exist in a bubble. Their decisions should ripple out and affect not only them but the people around them. Maybe they make a selfish decision, and it ends up hurting someone they care about, or they try to do the right thing, and it blows up in their face. One last thing, just because your character lives in that gray area doesn’t mean they don’t have any sense of right or wrong. They might have their own personal code they follow, even if it doesn’t line up with society’s morals. Maybe they justify their actions in a way that makes sense to them, even if other people wouldn’t agree. It’s all about exploring that space where they’re not totally good, but not totally bad either. That’s where things get really interesting.

Think about where your character is going. Is their journey going to push them to become a better version of themselves? Will they fall back into old patterns and never really change? Or will they stay stuck in that moral gray zone, constantly torn between doing what’s right and doing what feels right for them?