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I want to write but I also want to read. I wish I could split in to two of me
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coffee-doesnt-write · 2 years
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Being a writer means agonizing over the fact that the cool scene that you came up with one night at 3am has to be left out of your story because it directly conflicts with an even cooler scene you came up with one night at 3am
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27paperlilies · 8 months
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Ageing is a beautiful thing. If only we didn't feel it to be a curse. We have all heard of the curse of immortality, to live and watch everything and everyone perish. To be a lonely mountain surrounded by a sea of death, with no promise of rest.
To see mortality as a curse, is to curse the cycle. The born, the living and the dieing. So Again I'll say ageing is beautiful, its a journey so fleeting but full of purpose and colour. Spring awakening leading into summer exploration. Soon the quiet winter will be upon us all. But for now, I sit among the spring blooms, and await the summer fields.
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27fanficlilies · 11 months
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I give up hours of sleep, my social life, and the last of my sanity , all for the elusive pursuit of the perfect story(in other words trauma dump onto fiction characters). Abandoned drafts have been ceremonially sacrificed tothe cruel weiting gods of inspiration and proofreads. ( ALwaYs fInDInG TypOS! )
People witness this bizarre lunacy , their expressions shift from confused curiosity to horrified concern, unsure whether to offer assistance or slowly back away, fearing they might be next in line for the writing gods sacrificial offerings.Not so. Shock. horror. (they are).
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akiwitch · 8 months
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✨Writblr Intro✨
Hi there! I’m A. Lawrence but you can call me Aki! I’m a disabled nonbinary author (and artist). I write supernatural horror comedy, dark fantasy, and cozy fantasy!
Ghost Punch is my main wip. A fun night of ghost hunting turns deadly when Shay discovers that not only are ghosts very real, she has the power to touch them. She’ll have to face deadly supernatural threats with the help of her annoying brother, best friend, an anxious witch, and an amnesiac ghost with a hole in his chest. The first book is out and you can get it here!
Last Light is a dark fantasy sapphic romance about a witch, a vampire, and a werewolf walking into a living library. Featuring a very small toad. (Coming 2024)
Shadowcast is a gaslamp fantasy book about a young man named Emery living in a town besieged by shadow monsters. But not everything is as it seems, and shadows are always darkest when the light is brightest.
Summoning Trouble is a cozy fantasy series about a team that solves magical mysteries. Hiring a third person seems simple enough, but their first case as a trio ends up being a lot more than they bargained for. Features a cute moth dragon.
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I have various other wips I poke at like Bury You Twice (horror comedy with zombies and shovels), Strange Paths (a creature feature horror), Thief and Guard (high fantasy comedy with a side of romance), and a fantasy series currently called Forest Books. Feel free to ask about any of them!
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tryoncami · 4 months
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Humans finally start traveling into outerr space. Other aliens mistake them for a non sapient species and start collecting them thinking they are some version of space cats. The humans catch on and allow this so they can lean more about other alien species and technology before having to bother with space politics. It all comes to a violent bloody halt when the aliens start collecting and sorting them by color.
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jakkon-and-rose-topic · 19 hours
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Swimming
Cw: Swearing
Rose fidgeted as she looked at the water. "Alright. See you on the other side?"
"Yes. I... I'll see you eventually..." Jakkon nodded, forcing a smile as Rose leaped into the air and swooped easily over the expanse of water.
Silas glanced at Jakkon. "Do... do you want to go first?"
"No. Why don't you go?"
"I can't... I... uh..."
"You can't swim."
"What? How did you know?" Silas hesitated.
"You're made of gold Silas. It wasn't difficult to figure out, and you've been alive for only a month. How would you know regardless?"
"Fine. You're right! I can't swim! But what am I supposed to do? Why don't you just go on ahead and I'll go around?"
"I'd rather not leave you behind."
"What can we do them? Make you carry me?" Silas' shoulders slumped.
"No." The Satyr tilted his head at the water, thinking.
"Why don't you go across some other possibilities that might open then, and you can always come back over!"
Jakkon stopped. He frowned. "Fuck. You know what? I don't care. I can't swim either, that's why."
"What-"
"Shut up. These legs don't work for it, and these Horns don't exactly make me the fastest in water." He scowled. "Now, not a word of this to the others, you hear me?
"Alright." Silas smiled. "So we find a way around?"
Jakkon rolled his eyes and huffed in annoyance. "A way around indeed."
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sluggodandpoet · 3 months
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find me halfway from hell
halfway to myself
and horrible at all of it
find me alive
find me in love
I am found by my fuck ups
I rise like tsunamis
I crash at your place
and I drown in sand pits
and come Lazarus
and fishermen find me
find me at the beach
scorched by demons
purple from death
and find me still walking
unwavering human who’s finding
teeth grinding
my body and self something I give
and I wear
and I find the time
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peoplecallitpoetry · 7 months
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Today I was clumsy
I had to take extra steps
As to not knock over anything
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Today I was shaking
In anger?
Fear?
Amxiouaness?
Maybe all of the above
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Today even my breathing was too loud
Not to mention the grass
The animals
The people
The wind
Oh the wind
That FUCKING WIND THAT DOESN'T LET ME FALL ASLEEP
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Today I had to deal with
Myself and me alone
With a few "simple tasks"
Along the way
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the-ellia-west · 8 days
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TCOT Character Intro
(Main Bad Guys Edition!)
Viasaki - Major Present Antagonist-
Male - 26yrs - Shade Lieutenant - Very sarcastic and snippy with a kind heart rarely shown to the world Likes: Green, Cooked salmon, Sunrises and Sunsets, Flying, His mother figure Eryss. Dislikes: Silver, Apples, Snow, Tias, Kila, Loud voices, Crying
Kila - Major Present Antagonist-
Female - 25yrs - Shade 'Warrior' - Blunt with words and impulsive but very respectful and loyal (When she wants to be) Likes: Blue, The sky, Strawberries, Crepes, Sparring and fighting, The Quiet. Dislikes: Orange, The ground, Insults, Orders, Fish, Viasaki
Tias - Major Behind The Scenes Antagonist-
Male - 32yrs - Shade General - Angry Spiteful Man who wants nothing more than to hurt people and see the pain in their eyes Likes: Hurting people, blood, fighting, power, arguing with Viasaki, Sunrises, The color silver, Fish Dislikes: Viasaki, Kila, Strawberries, Most sugar, The Stars
The Vessel - Major Behind The Scenes Antagonist-
Male - About 210yrs - The King's Main Spokesman, Leader of the Southern Shades Likes: Being in charge, shiny things, blood, screams, the hope leaving someone's eyes, smoke Dislikes: Traitors, Disobeying orders, Sunrises, bright colors
The King - ???-
Male - (Too many)yrs - Mentioned Vaguely in the first and Second book, the Ruler of the Shades Likes: Who knows Dislikes: Traitors
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"I'm friendly and thoughtful and quite awfully pretty, but he needed more than me."
Modern Baseball: Tears Over Beers
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seaside-writings · 9 months
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I'm just gonna write it.
I don't care if it makes sense, I don't care if it's random, and I don't care if I don't have a plan.
I'm just gonna write it
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goodusernamepending · 2 months
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I think one of my favorite tropes from myths/folktales ect. Is probably “ things that shouldn’t eat meat but REALLY want to eat people”
This happens with horses a lot I’ve noticed. Kelpies, The Mares of Diamedes, ect…
There’s just something so gruesomely fun about a prey animal or herbivore taking on predator traits
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27paperlilies · 7 months
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Sight unto thee.
A broken one with eyes blown white
Sees a heaven doused in light.
This is no false seer,
This is revelation
Given to a believer.
Kings have claimed to have seen as such before,
But they have never looked up
from their golden floor.
So it is the begger in raggs and full of hunger,
Who feasts their eyes on a holy prize
Worth more than any king
or riches comprised.
It is not them who fear demise.
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lemon-bath-bomb · 1 year
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Me, to my characters: Alright, please point out who gave you any kind of pain and suffering within the last hour.
My characters: Looking at me like I’ve lost my fucking mind before pointing directly at me.
Me: Besides me dickheads.
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my-world-of-creation · 3 months
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A little bit to read as a reference:
Decay
A cloud of fog leaves my mouth as I breathe out. Slowly. I can feel the cold air on my skin. My nose and ears have already gone numb. My toes and fingers are sure to follow. I breathe in. Quickly and short. Watching the frozen air move. I breathe out. Slowly. Slowly but not long.
The dirt pressing against my back gives me warmth. But it’s cold. At least I think. Do I think? My chest feels warm, so does my throat. My head hammers. My ears ring. I think it’s my ears? It sounds like it comes from everywhere. And yet, the sound of the birds chirping somehow manages to make it to my ear. I never truly appreciated this sound. But now I wish I could listen forever.
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