#Silent Saturday

[the-inkwell-variable]

Silent Saturday Tag

Thank you, @the-golden-comet , for the tag!

Here is a silent snippet from From Matcha to Murder!

Amara moved from tree to tree, searching every crevice and low-hanging branch. She found plenty - engraved initials within wonky hearts, little poems that .ade her smile despite their awkwardness, notes from names she didn't recognize to people she didn't know. It seemed more than half the town was running their romantic entanglements through this clearing, even couples that had been together half their lives. It would be kind of sweet, if she wasn't solely fixated on finding one particular note from one particular person.

TAGGING @theink-stainedfolk - @willtheweaver - @leahpardo-pa-potato - open tag!

[dyrewrites]

Silent Saturday (on a Friday)

Tagged by @willtheweaver here

Rules (I believe): Post a snippet without spoken dialogue. Internal thoughts are fine.

Tagging: @pb-dot @cowboybrunch and @aziz-reads

From 'Weald and Wen' have some fluffy beast in a river.

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Bursting from the wave of red, emptiness met Infae’s feet and terror met his nerves. Thundering through him as he flapped and chirped and screeched…but his soaked wings refused to spread, refused to catch in air so chill.

And he dropped.

Greater waves of ichor welcomed him, with suckling lips they swallowed.

Scraping rough against the clay beneath the current, panic dipped into hope; clay meant a bottom, an end. Hope burning, he kicked and flailed and pounded soaked wings, gulping salty-sweet air as his snout broke the surface. Where desperately he clicked, spitting drowning waters as all six legs pumped to keep him afloat.

A splash behind him, and another thrilled, delighting ever further as gasping breaths teased after. Twisting, he jerked toward its promise as the river slowed, its current easing. More weary clicks warned of boulders jutting from the cavern floor a stretched gasp ahead and he wriggled for them. He wriggled, he jerked, he swung thick legs and thin fingers…and missed. Spinning instead, splashing and kicking, he clicked and clicked but no more boulders shined. No more rocks flashed back. Nothing to grasp—no safety to find—to hold or scour.

Drifting, in the lazing river, with those gasping sounds of hope yet gurgling, he lamented his weary limbs and drooped...allowing the current to lead him.

->Weald and Wen Taglist<-

~Lemme know if you want on/off~

@sapphicwizards @tragedycoded @rowanmgrey-author @watermeezer @badscientist

@hyacinthslibrary @olliexwrites @wyked-ao3 ^.-

[tiffanydaleo]

Charcuterie

Maybe my last painting of 2023?

11/14” Acrylic on paper Instagram Facebook Pinterest Tumblr YouTube Link

[archivingheartbeats]

"A Harrowing Hymn"

[4/08/2023]

"You are there," they said as horror,

That there is no escaping wrath.

"You are there" they said, a fetter

Shackling young feet to the path.

They promised there is always fear;

In the fire, my judge is near.

What if it was not threat, but promise?

Into the deepest dark came light.

In the day of silence, redress

For the lost and captive plight.

You tore and twisted the last black gate:

You triumphed and called love from hate.

[ginuwinesqueen]

In God's silence, He is active! Happy Silent Saturday #SilentSaturday.

[fleetingmoment]

[martyschoenleber]

A Saturday Meditation Between Horror and Glory

Mis-named or Perfectly Named? Yesterday, in the mis-named/perfectly named, Good Friday, we reminded ourselves of the price of our redemption. Today we remind ourselves of the utter loneliness and suffering of the early disciples. On Saturday, their vision of the greatness of the sacrifice was obscured by the pain of their loss, and un-ameliorated by the glory of what would happen on Sunday…

[onifanss]

Tharchog x Yansae •

[busterkeatonsociety]

#SaturdayCaption this revealing scene with Buster, Ed Brophy and Joseph Girard in Doughboys. Please keep it clean ;)

[bagofbonesmp3]

[the-inkwell-variable]

Silent Saturday Tuesday Tag!

Thank you, @sableglass, for the tag!

Here is a snippet from the scene I'm struggling with in From Matcha to Murder, so please forgive its stiffness, it's still very much a work in progress!

Arrtaruk and his half-brother, Pippin Graymane (whose silver-dust-stained beard was surprisingly brown for a change) sported friend as sharp as the axes in their hands. Rinarv cheered from her stool at the bar, her hammer draper across her lap; the larger flat end bore many small spikes, reminding [Amara] of the meat tenderizer somewhere in her kitchen drawers. Sheriff Kain had one hand crossbow on the counter, one attached to his hip, as he scribbled in his notebook. In fact, she realized as she looked around, the only two people not brandishing a weapon of some type were Hendryk, who paced behind the counter, and SILENNA, casually draped across an armchair, stirring her tea with a bored expression on her face.

TAGGING @theink-stainedfolk for the FMTM snippet!

TAGGING @captain-kraken - @drchenquill - @i-can-even-burn-salad - @willtheweaver - open tag!

[the-golden-comet]

✨ Silent Saturday Sunday Tag 🧞‍♂️✨

Thank you for tagging me here @lamuradex and here @willtheweaver ! 💖✨

Rules: Write something without any dialogue, inner dialogue aka thoughts is allowed but that's it, thoughts and actions, to keep the scene/snippet/whatever you wish 'silent'

I believe I have a strictly prose snippet in YWIMC I would like to share 💖✨

There were no ill intentions that Noah could tell, but again….by his own admission….he had trouble reading what others really wanted.

And what did he want? What would cause his fractured soul to glue back together again? If even his friends failed him, if even society failed him all those times that everyone took advantage of his weaknesses….Could anyone….anything help him at this point?

As always, this tag is +open and I am gently poking my tag list if they want to join as well! Have a great week, everybody! 💫✨

✨👇Tag list below for writing snippets. DM me if you’d like to be added 👇✨

Tag List for writing tidbits (lmk if you want + or -)

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[tiffanydaleo]

Chromatic

Meet my newest painting "Chromatic"

5/7” Mixed media on paper Instagram Facebook Pinterest Tumblr YouTube Link

[lamuradex]

Silent Saturday Tag

Thanks for the tag, @agirlandherquill. Sounds like a fun new game.

Rules: Write something without any dialogue, inner dialogue aka thoughts is allowed but that's it, thoughts and actions, to keep the scene/snippet/whatever you wish 'silent'

Now, this is playing into my wheelhouse, honestly. I do a lot of internal rambling for characters. While I know it says to write something, I'd be a fool not to use a bit from one of my books.

And since I've said October is the month for Stitches of the Mind, that's what I'm going with. The opening to Chapter One.

Tammy stood with a bouquet of white lilies, unwrapped and clenched in her hand. They were quite beautiful, she thought, but they likely wouldn’t last. It was supposed to rain heavily later and the downpour would utterly ruin them.

Not that it mattered. This was mostly just routine by this point. She knelt down and put the flowers on the grave, keeping her gaze centred on the bouquet. Out of habit though, her eyes drifted upwards. She read the inscribed name.

Rebecca Tanson.

The familiar sensation began behind her eyes. The gentle burning as tears began to form, the grief and pain aching in her chest. The tears spilling down her cheek. Finally, she stood for a moment, one hand on the tombstone, stroking it softly. Then she turned and left.

Tammy was alone in the graveyard as the early sun made its way into the sky. Its rays were blocked by gentle cloud, and the churchyard was cast in the shadow of the steeple, green grass filling the ground between the stones.

And she’d seen it all before. Even as her tears bubbled unbidden, she kept moving, knowing they wouldn’t last long. She found no shame in crying in a graveyard, on the contrary, she knew it was one of the few places where no one would even notice. But she’d been there so many times…

She dabbed her eyes with the sleeve of her coat, walked briskly between the tombstones, and headed out into the surrounding town.

Her route was the same as always. Out from the graveyard and down the hill. Her tears had already settled by the time she reached the bottom, where she crossed the road into town. The streets were quiet. The roads were empty. Even the high-street was unsettlingly silent, despite it being mid-morning.

Not that she was surprised.

Shops were open, but barely staffed. There was no point. People were too scared of the grey, misty mornings to venture out. The mists and what could hide in them. They wouldn’t start appearing until around noon, when business would properly start. And one day, they might stop all together. Then it would just be a silent old town. Quiet streets and quiet stores. And her, if she was still there to see it.

And that's the opening to Chapter One. I need to do more editing, but I'm still happy with this.

Anyway, tags:

@wintherlywords @stephtuckerauthor @fayeiswriting @mikathewriter @sableglass @the-golden-comet

By the way, if anyone doesn't want to be tagged, or alternatively would love to be tagged, feel free to let me know. Currently I'm just tagging Writeblr mutuals, as best as I can work out.

[officialladynoirette]

Pop goes the weasel!

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