#@betweenthetimeandsound

[fizzawrites]

“no tears only words”

Poetry Chain (thread)

Thanks to all 10 poets who want to participate in our poetry chain!

Participants: @charlies-storybook @env0writes @unmondefou @betweenthetimeandsound @ebookporn @fizzawrites @pelicandensity @bluesundaycake @imfullofworms @dg-fragments

Word collection: beauty, tears, estranged, starlight, sunrise, vision, yearning, inevitable, pulverous, undertaker, dreamers, lovers, unburdened, determined, devotion, sacrifice, vexed, entrenched, perhaps, yours

The first participating poet who reblogs this post starts the poetry chain. Have fun writing together!

Reblog this post and write two verses using two words from the word collection.

Tag another poet who participates to reblog it and continue with two verses using two other words from the collection.

Always include the word collection at the beginning of your reblogged post and cross out the words you used.

You can reread the rules in detail here.

[writingthestorm]

WritingTheStorm Perspectives Series

Mental Health/Illness Edition - October 2022 Recap (original prompt)

Many apologies for the inexcusable delay. Thank you all for your interest in this prompt series! Be sure to check out these insightful submissions:

Perspectives: Mood Disorders @alexofasinfulnature - Voice of Void @elycwinters - Breathing Underwater @alexofasinfulnature - Come Back @delightsofmysoul - Depression

Perspectives: Anxiety Disorders @alexofasinfulnature - Emotion Lock @betweenthetimeandsound - Thalassophobia @elycwinters - Anxiety @betweenthetimeandsound - Child of the Sun @internalearthquake - eisotrophobia

Perspectives: Eating Disorders @betweenthetimeandsound - The Feast

Perspectives: Impulse Control/Addiction Disorders @elycwinters - Stealing

Perspectives: Mood + Personality Disorders @m-b-dunn - Hiss

Perspectives: Eating Disorders + Impulse Control/Addiction Disorders + Substance Use @m-b-dunn - I Meant To Say Help Me

Perspective: Dissociative Disorders @sender-paulson​ - Warning: Contains Multitudes

If you don’t see your name/post, please contact @writingthestorm. Keep an eye out for the next prompt! Stay extraordinary :)

[winglesswriter]

Six Sentence Sunday

I was tagged by @lychhiker-writes Thank you ❤

Lines are a dream sequence from Foreigner God

He’s back on the battlefield. The familiarity of it is oddly comforting. At least here he knows what he’s supposed to do. It doesn’t even hit him as strange that he’s not fighting the usual way. He still has a sword, but with every swing of the weapon, he commands tides that wash enemies away like toys. When he points the sword to the sky, lightning strikes down making those who survive run in fear.

Tagging @starbuds-and-rosedust, @n7moonwalker1225, @beginning-of-wisdom, @leaseviltwin, @writercoracain

@autumnalwalker, @betweenthetimeandsound, @ramitola, @themboty, @jamespotterbbg

[aseelayelia99]

Revolt of the angels

The revolt of the angels starts a war

That sweeps through lands that never fought before.

It sets on fire everyone’s soul

Like coal in a train’s engine with one goal;

To run over everyone in its track

And turn all its enemy into a snack

That satiates the hunger of the poor

And puts in place the people with delusions of grandeur.

Angels are the last to revolt as they know violence can only be their last resort.

This poem was inspired by a writing prompt posted by @betweenthetimeandsound

[gaslightwestern]

Last Line Tag: Blackwater

“Ah, Mr. Morgan!” He could hear Milton’s smile, a mile-wide and growing. Beside him Ross flicked his head at the gun store and his subordinates began to move. “How good of you to join us. We’ll deal with you soon enough.”  Dutch pulled him back from the window without protest. Arthur couldn’t talk, see straight, or feel much of anything except the grip on his arms. Better hold tight. When the time came, Arthur thought sadness would overwhelm him. Not this. Never had he felt more like a mad dog, desperate to break free so he could thrash and bite until someone put him down.

Thank you @hippiewrites for the tag! Tagging you back along with @thewinterwitcher, @winterandwords, @sentanixiv, and @betweenthetimeandsound.

[lexiklecksi]

Incorrect quotes (tag game)

I need an excuse to post my favourite incorrect quotes from the incorrect quotes generator so I’m tagging my writer friends @aquadestinyswriting @the-down-upside-finch @charlies-storybook @basalamander-corner @betweenthetimeandsound @hippiewrites to give you the same excuse! (nsfw warning for some quotes in the *** line) Have fun reading these unhinged dialogues that my characters could say!

Enya: This bloodline ends with me.

Meara: That's the fanciest way I've ever heard someone say "I'm gay".

***

Enya: Talib, we tried things your way.

Talib: No, we didn't.

Enya: I did it in my head and it didn't work.

***

Talib: We’re having a moment, aren’t we?

Enya: If by 'a moment' you mean me not wanting to strangle you for the first time since we met, then I guess we are.

***

Meara: Can you cut me some slack, Enya? I’m sort of in love.

Enya: I’m sorry, but that’s really not my problem.

Meara: I’m in love with you.

Enya: *blushes* Oh. That brings me in the loop a little.

***

Enya: Look at me straight in the eyes and tell me the truth, Meara!

Meara: You can’t expect me to look into your eyes and be straight.

*** nsfw warning

Talib: Go fuck yourself.

Hadwin, smugly: Sure, but only if you watch

***

Talib: Well, Hadwin and I finally did it!

**The rest of the squad:** *gasps, shocked expressions, etc.*

Talib: That's right... We kissed!

***

Meara: Mira spat in Nerida’s ear today when they were sitting on the couch together.

Kairi: ...What?! Why?!

Meara, shrugging: You tell me.

***

Kairi: How do Nerida and Mira usually get out of these messes?

Meara: They don't. They just make a bigger mess that cancels the first one out.

***

Saoirse: Okay, what does A stand for?

Enya: Arson.

Saoirse: Aw, you're so good. Okay! B! What does B stand for?

Enya: Barson.

Esmeralda: *laughter*

Saoirse: What stands for C?

Enya: Commit arson.

Esmeralda: Oooo.

Saoirse: D!

Enya: Don't come near me, I'm going to commit arson.

Esmeralda: *more laughter*

***

Meara: If you water water, it grows.

Kairi: ...What.

Quasim: They've got a point.

*** nsfw warning

Nerida: Hey, I’m getting in the shower. Wanna help me out?

Nalu: ...Have you never taken a shower before?

*** nsfw warning

Nerida: I feel like doing something stupid.

Nalu: I’m stupid, do me.

*** nsfw warning

Karim: What’s your body count?

Isobel: Do you mean sex or murder?

***

Henriette: What if people had food names and food had people names?

Wilhelmine: Hey, spaghetti, we’re having Henriette for dinner.

Friedrich: What is wrong with you people?

Gustav: Shut up, chocolate.

***

Friedrich: We’re going to have to split up, like in Scooby Doo.

Friedrich, to Henriette and Wilhelmine: You guys are Scooby and Shaggy. You can search the bathrooms.

Friedrich, to Gustav: Velma, you get the spooky looking fridge in the basement.

Gustav: What? Why am I Velma? And why do I get the… dubious looking device?

Friedrich: Because only Velma would say “dubious device”. Gustav gets the spooky fridge in the basement.

Wilhelmine: And what does that make you, Friedrich?

Friedrich: Bitch, I’m Daphne.

***

Wilhelmine: I'm cold.

Gustav: Here, take my hoodie.

*meanwhile*

Friedrich: I'm cold.

Henriette: I can't control the weather, Friedrich.

[dontjudgemeimawriter]

Find the Word Tag

Tagged by @mrbexwrites

leave

Smiling, but not sure how to continue the bit, I gathered up the cards and started to absentmindedly shuffle them. I’d shuffled the deck three times before Mika said anything. “I tried to leave once.��

risk

“I didn’t tell her our plan. She’s already afraid of him, I showed it to her and asked if she was interested in learning if he had any weaknesses. She was. She doesn’t have to know what we’re planning to want to know what could take him down, and I don’t think there’s any harm in her knowing it. Mika hates Alexander as much as we do.” I was talking more than I needed to, but it was on purpose. There was a risk in saying too much, but it served another purpose, too— it kept the other person in the room from thinking too hard, split up their attention. Zachary had taught me that, but it didn’t mean he was immune to it.

effect

I looked at Raymond, ready for him to correct her. When he hesitated, I said, “You did, right? Because if you didn’t and they found out—“ “You just want to keep everyone in the dark, don’t you? You don’t care if it effects them.” Mika snapped at me.

elaborate

She sees me staring and sighed. “You know. Come on. Zachary was obsessed with [Raymond]— he’s go good at Nyp stuff, so likable, so good at school and making friends and getting people to like him. You hated the attention he got, I know you did, but there you are, risking your life for him. And even now, does Alexander even think to make use of my talents? No, but he’ll set up elaborate schemes to get Raymond’s.” I must’ve given her some judgmental look, because she waved me away. “I shouldn’t’ve said anything. I’m not jealous, it’s put him in so much danger and attracted so much bad attention. And if he wasn’t like that, he wouldn’t be alive.” She shook her head. “Forget I said that. It was stupid.”

Tagging: @writingamongther0ses @betweenthetimeandsound @late-to-the-fandom @surroundedbypearls @cljordan-imperium & @junypr-camus with the words: continue, split, correct, attention

[writeblrcafe]

Secret Valentine: it's a wrap!

Thank you all for writing such wonderful gifts for Secret Valentine! You spread the love in our writing community through your beautiful words. We wrapped up all gifts for you to read here:

@charlies-storybook gifted @lexiklecksi the story Pleased to fish you

@blu3birdprince gifted @sadfragilegirl this K-pop flash fiction

@silveringofrose gifted @blu3birdprince the short story A Twist of Fate

@atmosphericwrites gifted @flowers-for-the-grave the short story Magic Mart

@lexiklecksi gifted @charlies-storybook this love poem

@betweenthetimeandsound gifted @tangledcharms the flash fiction Broken Bracelet

@tangledcharms gifted @tales-from-nocturnaliss this love poem

@flowers-for-the-grave gifted @kittrrrr this short story

@lacunasbalustrade gifted @atmosphericwrites this prose piece

@theglitchywriterboi gifted @betweenthetimeandsound this short story

@mysticstarlightduck gifted @theglitchywriterboi this flash fiction

@aziz-reads gifted @foxys-fantasy-tales this short story

@365runesoftheamalgamations gifted @relmsramblins this poetic prose

@tales-from-nocturnaliss gifted @everytimeyousaygoodbye this love poem

@foxys-fantasy-tales gifted @365runesoftheamalgamations the short story Filling a home, filling a heart

@sadfragilegirl gifted @mysticstarlightduck this prose piece

@darkforestroads gifted @aziz-reads this love poem

@everytimeyousaygoodbye gifted @darkforestroads the poem As the cherry blossoms wither

@relmsramblins gifted @silveringofrose the poetic prose The Compass Quartet

@kittrrrr gifted @lacunasbalustrade this prose piece

Give all pieces a read and don't forget to comment if you liked your gift on the post! If you liked this Secret Valentine writing exchange, let us know in the comment section of this post, so we can host more events like this one in the future!

All our love, the staff of writeblrcafé

[wardrobeoftime]

Eurovision Song Contest + Costumes

Monika Liu’s black & silver dress when performing Sentimental for Lithuania in the 2022 contest.

// requested by @betweenthetimeandsound

[betweenthetimeandsound]

NaPoWriMo Prompts

Hello everybody!

I was inspired by @fragiledewdrop's @versesforthedew prompts two years ago, which really got me writing for some of her prompts. So, I'd figured I'd do the same for this month. Like with her poetry prompts, they could be used for prose too (and could help out with your book!)

If you tag me at @betweenthetimeandsound, I'll find your work and reblog them.

addicted to tragedy

half-naked beauty

running without a pursuer

revolt of the angels

a dying rose

crucifixion

bleeding lips

walking on ice

the undefeated

hypocrisy

an era of discontent

there she goes...

despair and hope

for love to replace your shame

broken jade

ritual sacrifice

apocalypse

until eternity

bright red

emptiness

perilous time

habits of the soul

cigar-laced kiss

sunken cost

heavy in your arms

the blue of my oblivion

paradise

figments in watercolor

my sister's crown

resurrection

[basalamander-corner]

OC Interview: Viridian

Thank you so much for the tag @gummybugg and sorry it took so long for me to get to it, but here I am! This has been in my drafts for soooooooo long so hopefully it lives up to your expectations haha!

This interview features Viridian, from my main wip The Shifting Tides!

I'll tag @hollyannewrites @hallwriteblr @airic-fenn @sparrowrising @tate-lin @lexiklecksi @charlies-storybook @lshark-cs @joswriting @thesorcerersapprentice @hippiewrites and @betweenthetimeandsound! And anyone else who wants to join in, just say I tagged you!

Question 1! Are you named after anyone?

Viridian shifts in his chair a little, seeming perfectly at ease with himself. A smile appears, pearly-white teeth showing in a not-too-friendly sort of way. Rather, he seems joyful at this question, all too eager to answer it.

"My ancestors, quite obviously." He waves a hand dismissively. "Lord Viridian the First. King Viridian the Second. And so on." His eyes suddenly narrowed, and he scoffed. "We don't really talk about Viridian the Third."

Question 2! When was the last time you cried?

As you move on to the next question, he frowns. It seems to catch him off guard, and he wets his lips in focus.

"I don't cry." He lies directly through his teeth. But something flashes behind his eyes... a memory, perhaps? Whatever it is, his hand flung upwards to gently rub at a scar on his wrist. What could it be?

Question 3! Do you have kids?

Your third question has him perking up again, and he drops his hands to smile.

"Not yet," he purrs. "Though I certainly would want some. Adopted, fostered, biological... I don't really care." His eyes turned slightly wistful and glassy, as though he's imagining that day. And who he may have kids with.

Question 4! Do you use sarcasm a lot?

His smile turns into a sneer.

"All the time."

Question 5! What's the first thing you notice about people?

This question makes him think, and he furrows his brows. You're almost worried he won't respond, but then his eyes snap back up.

"Their insecurities, honestly," he admits, almost sheepishly. "It's easy to tell when you look them in the eyes. And once you know what makes them tick, it's easy enough to pick them apart piece by piece."

Question 6! What's your eye color?

He reached up to stretch his eyelids, showing off his eyes. They're a deep emerald green with an almost bluish tint. There's almost... silver speckles like stars within them as well. Curious. He doesn't verbally respond.

Question 7! Scary movies or happy endings?

His sneer comes back, and he answers immediately.

"Scary. Obviously."

Question 8! Any special talents?

He doesn't hesitate before showing off on old scimitar.

"Swordplay. Simple enough, yeah?" He stretched out, crossing one leg over the other. "A good talent for a pirate king, no?"

Question 9! Where were you born?

His brows furrow again, but then he shrugs lackadasically. "No idea. T'was on a ship in the middle of the sea. S'what my father told me, anyway."

Question 10! What are your hobbies?

He points his sword at you, though not in a overly threatening way. Instead, his smile turns chilly and he looks unamused. "Next question."

Question 11! Do you have any pets?

His chilly demeanor is gone, and he easily shrugs. "I think I had a cat when I was younger, but I'm sure she ran away. I would have too with who my father was, heh."

Question 12! What sort of sports do you play?

"Never played any." His words are laced with a smile. "Unless you call running from royal authorities to be considered a sport."

Question 13! How tall are you?

Viridian stands up, and then does a little spin. He's clearly flexing his height over you, since he's quite a bit taller than most. "About this tall."

Question 14! Favorite subject in school?

"Never went to school." He shrugs. "Nothing formal, anyway. I had some tutors and was taught to read, but mostly on my own time. I liked reading about the history of poets." He frowns, realizing he must have revealed too much.

Question 15! Dream job?

At the last question, he looked as though he's breathing a sigh of relief. But he quickly covers it up with one of his arrogant smirks. Still, there's an air about him that seems tired. "Killing innocents, pillaging towns for silver, kidnapping nobles... take your pick."

His eyes give off his lies.

[aseelayelia99]

Am I addicted to tragedy, or is the tragedy addicted to me?

Do I look for the wreckage, or is the wreckage all I can see?

Our planet is burning up and our politicians are arguing if there is heat.

Natural disasters are everywhere yet many aren’t sure if the ground is shaking under their feet.

Thousands are dying yet we question if their death is real,

as we doom scroll through our socials and see our faves score a new brand deal.

With one fist they collect our money and with the other they drain our blood,

as they fire those who dare to speak and drag their names through the mud.

The American dream has turned into an American nightmare we can’t wake up from,

yet our politicians turn down the volume of our suffering and beat the war’s drums.

am I addicted to tragedy, or is the tragedy addicted to me?

do I look for the wreckage, or is the wreckage all I can see?

This poem was initiated by a writing prompt posted by @betweenthetimeandsound and inspired by the state of the world that we are in.

[anthros-vanitas-archive]

Find the Word Tag game (chest, book, glass and window)

Greatings everyone, well I have been tag by the always lovely @axl-ul (I apologize for the wait) to find the words chest, book, glass, interest and window in my WIP: The Eternal Throne. Make sure to check out his post right here.

Hope you enjoy!

As always a gentle reminder, these are rough translations from The Eternal Throne.

Chest from Chapter 5: The Smuggler.

One of them, the one directly behind <Samuel>, tried to make a vertical slice with his sword. Before he could even swoop his sword downwards. <Samuel> giving him a quick glance reacted with an even quicker move, turned himself towards his aggressor and putting both hands as support in the bar, delivered a kick with both legs right in his chest; with his guard open the soldier just received the hit, losing balance and falling on his back.

Book from Chapter 2: The Farmer.

<Bren> without much thought, lean over, dropping the staff beside him, taking the book with both hands already open on the floor.

His eyes quickly went through every page trying to decipher its secret, but, his glance only found those walls in ivory. One after the other those blank pages went through and, at that moment, filling the lad with doubts, after all maybe he was mistaken, but his conviction led him to the next page.

Glass from Chapter 10: The Maid.

—Doing what exactly? Searching for myths? Explore ruins of a glory long gone? There's nothing out there worth anything in that cruel world.— Her eyes went glassy and in the starlight they shined as two golden plates —Why do you want to inflict you more pain?

Interest from Chapter 3: The Ranger

—I came here because I heard you had an elusive prey giving you trouble, and now that I’m here I can see that not only it's an elusive one,— she explained while looking at the wall of flames that now was slowly vanishing —but an interesting one as well.

Window from Chapter 1: The Healer.

While exploring the second floor, he found that a main hallway connected with some doors and at the end was a wooden shut window in which dim light passed through. His search continued there, the magus carefully opened each door until behind one of them the detection spell, as expected, finally had a reaction.

Well that's it for me, hope you enjoyed! Now time to tag: @goblin-writer, @asablehart, @maddstermind, @the-down-upside-finch, @lexiklecksi @betweenthetimeandsound @inkhelm and @charlies-storybook Your words to find are: Word, Seek, Find and Surprise. Have fun!

[lexiklecksi]

Golden tears

I claw out my skin, hoping they would scratch my eyes Crying golden tears, they scald my hands and melt my flesh. Lost with saudade, I don't go home still, for it's only a figment, like the tip of a cigarette.

If it weren’t for that fateful kiss, I could have escaped the abyss. A true heart made of gold; Devoid of emotion, under my fingers turning cold.

If I can't see again, it would be better. Rather than have a filtered fantasy, I would hear the truth from you, and feel your intent.

When the leaves turned golden, Everything led up to this event. The gods have failed what they promised to protect: A blossoming love, now doomed with neglect.

Written in collaboration with my talented fellow poet Elda @betweenthetimeandsound (her words in cursive) Tag list under the cut. Never miss a poem or a short story I write! Comment + if you want to be added or - to be removed from my tag list.

Tag list: @matcha-chai @dg-fragments @silversynthesis @heartofmuse @scatteredthoughts2 @rhapsodyinblue80 @alaskaisnothere @stoic-words @september-stardust @wordsforsadpeeps @writingitdown @intothevortex @aubriestar @warriorbookworm @raevenlywrites @alex-a-roman @artsymagee @giantrobocock @theheightofdepression @writing-is-a-martial-art @beautifulimposter25 @callmepippin @a-musingmichelle @kirkshiresloss @rhythmiccreatorofbeuty @eos109 @azriel-alexander-holmes @tini-rat @captain-kraken

[the-down-upside-finch]

OC in 15 (Tag Game)

For this one, I was tagged by @tabswrites in this post! I had a lot of fun the last time I did this, so here we go again!

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

Okay, for this one, I'm actually going to do some of Laurie's dialogue from Stained Integrity:

“Oh, hello. Come to join me in isolation?”

“Your nobility here sure are uppity. Don’t get me wrong—I’m flattered that the ladies here find me attractive, but they sure don’t mince words, do they?”

“Oooh, mysterious backstory? I’m listening.”

“Well, it’s certainly not only for the charm.”

“I don’t know what it is you’re trying to prove, but coming after me was really stupid. And, quite frankly, you coming along with me anywhere is a bad idea.”

“Because that’s the sort of comment that gets a man slapped back where I’m from!”

“I already told you—I don’t owe you my life story.”

“My dear, I am the drama.”

“You sure ask a lot of questions. Hasn’t anyone ever told you that curiosity killed the cat?”

“My dear, can we please not fight? The both of us are suffering enough as it is.”

“Ah—unfortunately, I believe you’ve dug deep enough into my life for one morning.”

“I’m flattered, darling, really—but I can’t be spilling all my secrets.”

“Look, I appreciate that you assume I have some twisted backstory—but it’s really none of your concern.”

“Some things are beyond helping, my dear.”

“...Would you prefer the abridged version?”

I'm going to gently tag @my-cursed-prince, @akiwitch, @serpentarii, @writingbyricochet, @betweenthetimeandsound, @wheres-all-the-tea-gone, and leaving the tag open for anyone that scrolled all the way down here!

[writeblrcafe]

Poetry Chain (finished)

Thanks to all 9 participating poets for writing this beautiful poem together!

Yearning for you is nothing but a river of lava without a bridge,

And crossing it is a sacrifice of repeated pain.

Tears flood my eyes that were left, rooting, craving your presence,

Once lovers, we are now miles away from where we started with no way back.

Sunrise be my compass rose true north

Yours is the guiding star that burns within, you, without

And yet rudderless I roam; removed, estranged

Dreams are for dreamers—this sailor cannot sleep

Now, unburdened of hope, its ashes weigh ominously upon my neck

Haunted by your vision, I try to drown it in the black foam

Devotion, you know, tastes of pennies and mercy

When this pen in my hand paints in red your beauty

And perhaps we'll find each other again in another life

In faith so inevitable, I'd like to believe

That the undertaker has not come for us yet, dressed in red.

Our lives are pulverulent, but I want to grab your hand ...

Determined to make a change I learn to let go

Vexed by the very urges I detest.

Poets in order of verses: @unmondefou @dg-fragments @env0writes @imfullofworms @ebookporn @bluesundaycake @charlies-storybook @betweenthetimeandsound @pelicandensity

Word collection: beauty, tears, estranged, sunrise, vision, yearning, inevitable, pulverulent, undertaker, dreamers, lovers, unburdened, determined, devotion, sacrifice, vexed, perhaps, yours