#Imagery in Prose

[ancientroyalblood]

The Impact of Poetry in Prose: Weaving Verses into Narratives

The convergence of poetry and prose offers a unique canvas for writers, allowing the lyrical beauty of poetry to interlace with the structured narrative of prose. This exploration delves into the art of infusing poetic elements into prose, illuminating how the marriage of these two forms can enrich storytelling. Understanding Poetry’s Essence: Poetry, with its condensed language, vivid imagery,…

[bebx]

Henry Creel | One | Vecna

The Last Days of Judas Iscariot by Stephen Adly Guirgis † Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

[becomingvecna]

† touch me til I vomit †

[lena-oleanderson]

god - collected writings

from: side wounds | precious wound | stay away | against such things there is no law | shooting star

[fumifooms]

"It was something I could fix" Sevika Jinx brotp sooo real i need this i need them I need the "I’m gonna exterminate the family i have left" to include Sevika because of an accident during battle I want the girl Sevika always called a jinx to jinx her and for her to not even be mad, just tough as nails with even tougher love even in her dying breath.

[forest-fire-witness]

adam and eve is a tale recited to forewarn the dangers of yearning for more than is within eartly bounds. but is that not what religion is? to plead with the universe for more, for more than this? we were bestowed the garden of eden/life. but nevertheless we search for the apple, for any worldly suggestion of an afterlife's existence.

[notyetaghost]

Do you wonder how Isaac felt

On the altar waiting for sacrifice

Looking above to his father wielding a knife

Before he was switched for an animal

What did he think about his life

Did they talk about it after the fact

That you would sacrifice you child

To please your God

I wonder what he thought

Cause before he was a sacrifice

He was a son

[singing-pterodactyl]

“Cloven”

[the-useless-lesbians-hq]

Realizing I was a lesbian was a similar feeling to loosing my religion.

Terror, fear of eternal damnation.

And then, peace.

Contentment.

The sentiment of "this is right. This is what life is supposed to be like."

The fear only lasts for so long. Give into the peace.

[thefamiliarstrangers100]

“I wonder what goes on in God’s mind when he watches his creation suffer—partly at the hands of His other creation and mostly at His. Does it ache the same way it does for us? Does He cry the same tears that soak our pillows? Does Heaven shudder at the sound of a heartbreak? Does God bleed in the same places as we do? Does God really reside in a broken heart? Does God sneak into the crooked shadows of our souls? If not, where does He go when we lose our light to the same Devil who once worshiped the same God? Does God’s sorrow mirror our own? I wonder where it cuts the deepest for Him when justice isn’t served. I wonder where it bleeds profusely for Him when a man breaks his promises, when he raises his hand against a woman, when a father loathes himself as his child cries out in hunger, when a baby is murdered with a three-pronged arrow, or in a bombardment. Where does it ache, God, when an innocent is punished for a crime he didn’t commit? Where does your mercy weep the hardest? 

If God does, in fact, bleed in response to human suffering, where would that wound be? I wonder if it hurts God in the same place it hurts us when we fall. Does God suffer alongside His creation? But I can say for sure that His silence intensifies our bleeding when these wrongs go unpunished and when a broken heart isn’t healed. And that He bears this burden of humanity’s suffering more than we do as a consequence of His own guilt of orchestrating it in the first place. Everytime our prayers fall on deaf ears, even the foundation of Hell quivers with disgust. The responsibility for human pain and injustice, by all means, should weigh heavily on God, not just as a bystander but as an active participant whose decisions and actions, but more so, His inactions, contribute to the misfortune of His creation. A burden similar to the weight of His own sin, a consequence of His choices, making the suffering of humanity a direct reflection of Him. The first sin wasn’t eating the forbidden fruit, it was the refusal to stop it when You had the power to intervene.”

— Syeda Zehra Fatima; IG: @/syeda.zehra.fatima

[everythingisconfetti]

what is the best love song ever written and why is it Fair by The Amazing Devil?

[cbk1000]

I'm all for people using creative language in their writing, but remember that your metaphors and descriptive language have to make sense. They need to evoke something specific to create a clear image in the reader's head, not just be a jumble of fancy-sounding words you threw together because you thought they seemed neat or profound.

[vound-posts]

Do you ever think of God? How often does He think of you?

[becomingvecna]

†

[umabokil]

You add the shimmer to stars.

[fumifooms]

I’m tired of being nice I want to go apeshit