#Wirteblr

[afyerarchive]

Urban Voyages with a Cop Named Beagle

2024 WRITEMAS 03 - “Tell me everything.”

With a bulb suspended as a life on the line, the concrete confinement of the cop’s cold carousel was a twisting, turning, melancholy enclosure for not just for not just the man’s hands, but his humanity nevermore. As bolted shackles took his arms as the bulb choked in unease, the door was promptly shut, thereby declaring the room an echo chamber of imbalance of power.

The man darts his eyes, pondering the devloution from man to mastiff. Pushed forward behind the low-sitting desk, engrained with the fears and tears of those before him, he points his head upwards at the elephant in the room.

“Tell me everything,” the cop impears, casting an undoubtable suspicion of cause on the person before him. “Everything you know of the death of Miss Egholm.”

The man stutters, and diverts his focus on the distance flash of the light up above. A parallel to the sun the man once loved, he wonders if this devolution of nature is coincided by the overseers’ evolution into unethical, gaseous beings, with supernatural powers to stun and suspect at an arm’s reach. He feels the cop before him’s metaphysical choke, as the bulb flickers evermore.

That lonesome Thursday night, the last he had spent on reprieve’s edge, before crossing back into the very world he’d daydream he could escape; the near-spontaneous manslaughter of his own neighbor he respected and acquainted. One week ago, he encountered the scene that spelled lights out for her. Sick to his stomach, he places his reason on his own fate as well.

The cop sits down, and gives him a glare of timeless indifference. The room he sits within is overcast by the sins within, as the sun from above gives its last few breaths.

This lonesome Monday night, he’s found for a crime; a crime of ruthlessness, restlessness and a jarring hue of miscommunication.

With his heartbeat in his throat, he pleads his innocence.

The bulb burns out.

(written for @agirlandherquill’s “writemas”)

[starcrossedtitan]

5/100

[harrison-abbott]

Granny took the bairns to the beach.

Right next to the brittle North Sea … but it was 20 degrees outside, on this sunny day, and that was something for this country.

The bairns were all explosive with childish zeal and she hated them for it.

Granny despised her varicose veins less than she did her grandchildren.

[phynewrites]

Hmmmm...

kooperation1101 has said it's not him and I am compelled to believe him lol

I'mnot sure about enne-uni and ashwithapen I don't think its them.

Writeblr-on-my-own and anonymousfoz is a probable guess, solely because I think they were both interactive with each other (tagging, pinging the other wirteblrs involved) during the course of the countdown..

No one guessing?

None?

How dull.

The writing is going,

writers block creeping in and out; Never going away and causing things stall

Progress is slow, little gets done

But you could had already figured that out

Am I wrong for wanting a little fun?

— Cheshire Cat

[amzngdevil]

● The Amazing Devil lyrics + fantasy writing ●

[1/∞]

"She pulls right up to my ear and says: whatever you do, don't turn around"

The ghosty voice came along with the icy shiver of the wind behind him. The street was filled with shadows, as if even the moon was scared and used the clouds as a shield. With a deep sigh, he took the advice that was given to him and walk without looking over his shoulder.

He never came back home.

[karkkidoeswriting]

First one of the give away gifts is ready! She’s Goo Mihee from @contes-de-rheio‘s The Dragons of Jamaedo and I loved drawing all the details! She’s so cool and fierce!

[artisticmind]

I’m too busy dreaming about you

too busy thinking about you

it doesn’t matter if I’m asleep or awake

you always find a way to get right in there

and you’re not even trying to

[dramaqueeenamby]

“when are you updating _______?”

“are you ever going to finish ______?”

“what happened to ______?

[pencil-free]

Red Velvet Cupcakes - Chapter 4

Genre: Romance

Subgrene: Comedy, Warnings: Substance abuse, alcoholism, familial abuse, sexual themes  Intended Audience: (Young) Adult Fiction

“Are you finished making fun of my car?” Leverette asked, and Savill could only shake his head. He was no finished, not at all. In fact, he was just getting stared. There was a lot to make fun of - and Savill had only just begun to point out the things he’d made of fun the last time Levy had driven him around. Such as the headlights he’d so kindly reminded Leverette were still cracked from an unfortunate incident with a rock and an upperclassmen from the year prior. Savill thought it even kinder to not mention the upperclassman this time out of some semblance of politeness nor the night Savill spent with his girlfriend as revenge, either. He did, however, mention the shattered glass was unbearable to look at. As was the faded paint across the hood of the car, the rust speckled on the rims, and the stains that colored the fake leather seats as if even they were attempting to cover up the ugly brown shade.

Read More Here!

[lianabrooks]

Happy Release Day to CHANGE OF MOMENTUM!!!

CHANGE OF MOMENTUM is finally here! Oh. My. Gosh.

There were times I thought this book would never actually see the light of day. Not because it was particularly hard to write, but because it’s a beast of a story and editing took FOREVER.

And then I had to wait while pre-orders went up, ARCs went out, reviewers chimed in.

But, today’s the day!

CHANGE OF MOMENTUM is here! It’s here on Amazon! It’s here on Kobo! It’s here at Barnes and Noble! It’s here anywhere you buy books! And it’s there at your local indie bookstore so be sure to support them. And it can be at your local library is you ask.

I don’t know if I can put into words how much I love this book and this couple.

Normally I get a little burnt out on a book before release day. By the time you read the first page I’ve read the book cover-to-cover over fifty times. I’ve spent days pondering the wording of something on page 221. I’ve rewritten certain scenes dozens of times.

CHANGE OF MOMENTUM is a bit different.

It’s not the story I originally planned on writing. The very first draft had Rowena winding up with the grounder, [SPOILER REDACTED], and left Hollis as a side character in the series. I’d written three or four chapters of that, including a fight with Hollis, before I wrote the scene at the end of BODIES IN MOTION where Hollis gives Rowena a knife.

That scene set up potential for so much more conflict, and a much needed redemption arc for both of them.

It also set up a lot of fun scenes for me to write. Rowena and Hollis are delightful to write together. They understand each other. They’ve known each other most their lives. They’ve studied each other, fought each other, tried to kill each other… and there’s a point where even hate becomes a respect, of sorts, for your opponents skills. In the absence of provocation, as hate fades into memory, that respect becomes something else. Not quite friendship. Not yet love. But… something.

I hope you are as utterly delighted by these two troublemakers as I am and that CHANGE OF MOMENTUM gives you a much needed vacation from the troubles of reality

Buy it today in PRINT and EBOOK

Originally published on www.LianaBrooks.com - second image by @bookbookowl​  

[boardingtheargo]

I am, I am, I am (after Sylvia Plath)

(For Ari)

I am, I am, I am

tired. The nights are getting

longer but I’m sleeping

less and less.

I am, I am, I am

afraid. There’s a darkness that

feels familiar and eternal, and I can

see it when I look over my shoulder.

I am, I am, I am

silent. I can’t find the

words to express something with

this much weight, pushing

down on me somewhere beyond

my body.

I am, I am, I am

still here. because of

myself as much as

I am, I am, I am

here in spite of

myself.

I am, I am, I am

is the sound of the

human heart. The

pounding pulse of

iambic pentameter. Shakespeare was

written to be spoken because his

language flows from our mouths like

blood through our veins.

I am, I am, I am

trying to hear this sound

anew. Playing it

over and over again to

get through these

long nights, or

shrug off the heavy weight.

I am, I am, I am

listening. To my

body. To my heart, repeating the

refrain:

I am, I am, I am.

I am here. I am still

here and I am trying to

stay here.

[writer-candy]

My characters and plot making a fool of me

[rokokokokolores]

s

it’s like the world is

poking with a stick at me

fracturing my thin debris

demanding me to see

/

and feel

and touch

and gasp

/

“go” they whisper

take the pleasure

you’ll value the treasure

ignoring my whimper

/

and yet I seal away

and yet I stay at home

and yet they can’t grasp

[harrison-abbott]

The crows stalled on the tips of the trees in hard velvet dots and they had a magic menace which he couldn’t help but admire.

[andyfire122]

Writetober day 19: Death

Ro was in complete control of herself today. Her mind was clear as it could be so today she decided to go with the business suit. It was also fortunate that today was when she was gonna make the deal with a few of the locals for some better shielding.

Though, the only difference this meeting would have any other day was that she was sure things would go right. Also to redirect any supprises back.

Either way, this will be fun.

"Miss Sanchez, I was under the impression the ruler would be speaking."

She sighed. It was one of the few Ricks that decided to show up. "I am the ruler of this empire, now back to the topic. The generator could mimic a signal to block any citadel tracing."

Never doubt walking into someone's house you stupid piece of shit.

The man smiled. “Yup, those shit like to think they control everything but hey when is that true.”

As he was unveiling his device, her attendant showed up with drinks. She was an older woman, but Ro trusted Cecil in any state of mind.

She smiled. “We took some time to prepare beverages special.”

The rest of the sellers took their drinks readily. Most of them dealt with the empire before so they knew their standing. The Rick was new and was grinning the entire time.

The citadel has outdone itself in this attempt.

"Now, if I'm looking at these specs right. This is a jammer."

His eyes widened in fear for a moment. “Now, I see how it can look that to anyone else but Ricks are geniuses. I know my work.”

Smash him in. Turn him into a paste. Tear him to pieces.

She grinned. Oh, she could let herself slip into the old madness. It would be so easy. Though this method would have a much bigger impact.

“Then you should know my old file. It takes a genius to recognize this work and I see it as a jammer. Just like I saw your other trick.”

He quickly grabbed his neck like he was in pain. Most of the other guests shook their heads as they knew better.

She got up. "Did you think I wouldn't notice? I knew of your little plot and took the measures to direct it back to its owner. Your mistake was trying this on a day like this. Even then, it's almost hilarious to think you could even bribe one of my people?"

Oh, the look on his face. I love it.

As he collapsed the last thing he saw was Ro grinning down on him. He calm was still there but it was slipping a bit. “No need to worry, I'll send you back home and since I'm so generous, it won't be in the box you put that stupid piece of junk.”

Now contemplate that for the rest of your miserable existence.

She kicked him once after she was sure the man died and buzzed in to have the body cleaned up. After this, she was ready to kick off the real meeting.

“Now, let's get to the actual business shall we."

[theflowofink]

Project Idea? *because I totaly don’t have enough WIPs*

 Steampunk/Magepunk superhero story? Like the son of the biggest supervillain in the world, a half-demon with magic powers teams up with a team of other teen supers, think  a young Constantine or Dresden joins the Teen Titans?