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[crowofjudgment]

Alibis | Day 8

comparative seclusion

sequestered

the romantically inclined

[writing-is-a-martial-art]

WIP upbate + cover mockup + masterpost

First, the book cover mockup (I’m pretty proud of how it turned out):

[Image ID: a book cover-shaped dark-purple square with the words “Just Your Typical Fantasy Story” written on top in white, the word “Fantasy” marked out in pink. Below it, there is a simplified pinkish-purple vector image of an open book, the shite silhouettes of a sword on one page and a crown on the other. The sword is giving out sparkles, while the crown is giving out something of a magical wave. The words “Len Bell” are at the very bottom. /end ID]

Current word count: a little under 12k (I had more but I had to erase a chapter draft, so here we are again).

Writing process: As I’m managing a few storylines - three at all times, sometimes more - I figured out how to separate the story into “beats”, each one a part of the story that includes a chapter from each relevant storyline. That caused some editing and reshuffling of chapters.   So far, I have planned out 8 beats (20-23 chapters in total, depending on how the writing goes) and written all of beat one, everyone’s introduction, which is 5 chapters in total, and I have a firm plan of what happens up to chapter 9.

New characters:

Aktor

Aktor (accidental similarity to the English word Actor, has nothing to do with acting, honest), is the ghost of a pirate captain, ex-lumberjack nun. Yes, lumberjack nuns are a thing in this universe. She is introduced, even though not yet named, in Chapter 5. She is an optimistic and compassionate person, even though she is quite tired of being a wandering soul decade after decade.

Thing

Thing, full name, now lost to time: A Thing I Made When I Was Drunk And Now Deeply Regret, given to them by the magician-blacksmith that made them. Their name may be either the result or the cause of their temper, which is not a nice one. Even though they are technically an all-powerful weapon that can cut through anything, their defining characteristic is that they refuse to be useful.

Posted parts (they’re in the right order. If the chapter number in the link is different from the one in the name, that’s because it was posted before the chapter reshuffling):

Chapter 1.  Everything has to start somewhere

Chapter 2. The Chosen One

Chapter 3. Good deeds have consequences

Chapter 4.  Never cry “villain”

Chapter 5. The Dark Lord returns

Planned parts (will be updated as posted):

Chapter 6. The abduction

Chapter 7. Everyone needs help

Chapter 8. Sea lions wear crowns

Taglist (I’m sorry taglist folk):  @chazzawrites @apocalypsewriters @pagesofcursive @47crayons @lady-of-himring @wolfsong02 @annoyingwritingtrash @stardustspiral @zoya-writes @opes-magnas @cookiecutterwrites @run-journalist-run @bryanastar @oblolongue​ @justapotatowriter @red--thedragon

[judeshappyyears]

Golden Yellow

He is a Sunflower.

He is the sun, blowing kisses goodbye from behind the rocky mountains.

He is the comfort of fallen leaves in October.

He is an art student’s Converse sneakers.  

He is the smell of eggs made sunny side up with orange juice in the morning.

He is hoop earrings on a confident woman with sweet honey skin and no time for bullshit.

He is a flickering candle when the power goes out.

He is the color of warmth 

positivity

clarity.

-W.C.

[travisliebert]

if compassion is weakness

(From my book This is Death, Love, Life. Get it on amazon)

[radfemcoalition]

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[niseamstories]

Can’t decide between these three for my author bio photo! Thoughts? Mona Lietzau courtesy of @vanithesquid and dailyplanet from the Enderal Discord. <3

[studybuddysher]

so much to do too little time to do it

[darkdalys]

RED SKULL

The Paragons control every city on the West. All but one city: Raftel. The cursed city that holds strong under the control of the Morrigan Clan.

The only taint in a world full of the Heavens Justice; Of Ashura and Indraʼs divine light.

And, yet...

Raftel is considered the most beautiful and magnificent city of them all. Called by the civilians as the Neon City.

Cruel, terrible, heinous and vile. A place of monsters and other creatures. Hell on Earth.

But once you have seen Raftel...

Once you had survived inside Raftel...

You won't want to leave ever again.

[blue-jay-life]

Of dreams and Nightmares....

(Part One)

Run fast.

Faster.

Faster.

Faster.

Otherwise they will catch you.

You can hear their claws scratching the floor, the wood of the unfortunate trees that get in their way as they turn, following like hounds the way of your steps, as well as their laughs. Cruel, mocking– Getting closer and closer.

Your breathing is erratic. You're tired. The tears have stopping falling off your eyes, but you still feel like crying. You're scared. You don't understand why this is happening.

The last thing you remember is your parents telling you to be careful as you walked in direction to the playground where your best friend was waiting you, a smile on her face.

Then, a flash of purple.

A scream.

And you were inside the woods.

A boy with a fox mask in front of you, taking your hand and starting a race that you were sure you didn't want to lose.

Just a little more.

We're almost there.

Almost safe.

It's not enough.

With a blood freezing howl, your persecutors announce their victory.

The boy with the fox mask turns, you let out a scream.

The mask shatters.

I'm sorry.

Don't stop,

You're almost there.

Red covers the floor, failing like rain. You keep going, your legs moving without your concent, until you see a little house with a roof made of straws. Blue marks on the door.

A man with a red mask (Ugly eyes, evident frown and black lips) comes from the door, freezing as he sees you.

You blink.

He's not there anymore.

At your back the monster grunts in pain after a soft hush, then, a metallic click that is followed by a heavy thump.

It's alright.

You made it.

You're safe.

[poeticperson]

Rising over my walls

I gazed at the beautiful sky,

Pink, purple and golden glisters in them

The star on the right shone bright

And I wondered where I'd seen it?

I think it was a dream,

The one where apollo was watching over me

It was night and yet he still loved me

Was i dreaming then still?

Because he said he was a figment of my imagination

With curly hair and honey eyes he looked at me,

He took me home and tucked me in,

He took care of me on days I didn't want anyone to,

But he vanished on the ones I needed him too,

But then there was lofn too

I remember her royal blue and gold,

With cute freckles and pretty braids,

She showed me what being loved meant

She held my hands and walked me to school

And then took me stargazing at night

I asked her finally, why me?

She said because I made her

Made her to love me

And both were beautiful and ethereal

And both loved me as I did them

But as a lady, society told me what was right and what wrong

But they weren't simon and I wasn't playing a game

Why should I listen to them?

I wondered what was wrong with me

Why I loved both?

But that was who I was

Who I am

And who I will be

So when the day in spring came

I wondered watching the pretty clouds what my choice would be

And the answer was both

-i.t.//191207

[alchemisland]

Bee vs Wasp

I.

End the long summer

Saw a thousand stings,

The irked bee calls

An assembly of things

Which hover in flowerbeds

And circle in flight,

Banded gold and black ringed

And don’t sting out of spite.

An envoy wasp forthwith summoned

Arrived by eve, struck was drummond,

Proceedings began in earnest for an end

Bees of wood and wasp would be friends;

Wasp upon dais orating his claim

That a wasp has the freedom to choose who he maims,

Why else, he argued, do we keep our sting

When using yours once does heavenward bring?

A buzzing, breezing, bopping thing,

The wasp flew to the side of the king

And there did whisper with brandished spear

Honeying that pollen-drunk ear.

 II.

 A spring Lord now in autumn tires

Will steely face when vernal expires;

His Queen will seek another mate

Broodsack hatch another’s satiate;

But before he goes a dream to indulge

Under his charge peace, no gae bolg.

Ere he died pray a ringing bugle,

Harking all to a peace he’d fugle.

In the longhall of the apiary

Wasp kingdom’s plenipotentiary

Did his best to make peace

It seemed - he was liar to the teeth!

Sent was he to stir up war

Which in terms of stings they could not endure,

Ridding for good the Arcadian lay

Of the seed-drunk sky cows and the poet’s bee-loud day.

Knowing they of treachery hatched

A cunning plan, smithees hatched

A suit of armour for to don the king,

A wattled suit of honey rings

And plated comb a sting to sunder,

And a wasp’s sting lost long, bee’s sole blunder;

All who saw it swipe like thunder

Rose as one and humming wonder

Now, the apiary drapery

Was privvy to their treachery;

Had soaked in glue thus imbued

Flapping flags with strength renewed,

And when the wasp did stingless reel

Spurting blood from the stump-was-steel

Careening backward entwine, stuck fast

A handcuff chain for the stripey arse.

There he sits now and to this day

All who pass beg to pay

Respect and deference, a good luck charm -

A wasp envoy who meant them harm.

[sharraus]

me, getting stuck 97 pages into the WIP: "Well perhaps the outline would help."

my empty outline document: "oh now you remember me"

[the-leaking-fountainpen-blog]

Lost and Found.

[sparkandashes]

It's okay, you could live without me and so you went away but why didn't you think of poor me? You've left me homeless. Enjoy your life,anyway!

Wednesday,19th Dec'18

@sparkandashes via tumblr

[tenacious-scripturient]

words written: 1037

date: july 29, 2019

number of hours spent: about 1 and a half

favourite line:

“Remind me why we’re doing this again?”

“We’re doing this because someone used up all their magic doing loop-dee-loops on the way up and doesn’t have enough energy left to fly to the top, that’s why.”

Caelym grumbled and crossed his arms. “Well, it’s not even a problem for me. I don’t even feel cold. My scales are just fine.”

“Oh, how kind of you,” Fevira snapped back, shivering. “Only thinking of yourself and not even caring about the rest of us. Why am I not surprised?”

“They’re fine! Why are you the only one complaining?”

“I’m complaining on their behalfs!”