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[wordsintheattic]

"The torment of farewell teaches a noble art: to love without possession and to grieve without despair."

— Anish KC, wordsintheattic

[notnocturne]

"something is awakening inside of me. some need or sense of urgency. i feel it creep along my spine. rest its fingertips on my temples. i feel it thrum in every pulse of my blood.

i was made for something more. something of gravity. something with ambition.

i was not made to be quiet and hollowed or subdued. i was made to make this world quiver at my touch.

what do you do when even the rain taps in an unspoken code of persistence?"

-my writing excerpt.

[bellasmumblingsandmusings]

Teaser Tuesday/WIP Wednesday!

Tagging @nyx-knox @roguishcat @bardic-inspo @bloodinwine No pressure! Give me a teaser of what you are working on! Because I post

What Could Have Been on Weds, I am gonna try and do these on Tuesdays!

SPOILERS Ahead! For Chapter 13!

Astarion hadn’t expected such swiftness from her; he had envisioned her drawing it out—turning it into a game. But the boldness of her action struck him like a spark to tinder, igniting a primal hunger within him. His eyes roved over her, unabashedly drinking in every curve, every shadow. “Very good,” he murmured, his grin widening, his gaze darkening with unspoken promises. “But I’m afraid that’s only the beginning... I want all of it, pet.” Sima leaned back further into the chair, draping her legs over one of the arms, her body arching in a languid stretch that was as provocative as it was defiant. Her hair spilled down one side, her back curving elegantly against the chair’s cushion. “Oh... I suppose you mean this last, inconvenient scrap of lace.” She gestured to the thin black thong at her hips, a teasing smile curling her lips. “I might take it off... perhaps. Or maybe,” she purred, eyes locking onto his with a tantalizing glint, “you should come over here and use those pretty teeth of yours.”

Chapter 13 drops tomorrow! Weds Sept 11 2024 Chapters on Tumblr: Prologue, 1 , 2 , 3 , Interlude, 4 , 5 , 6, 7, 8 , 9 , 10 Interlude 2 , 11 , 12

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[authorellenmint]

I'm working on the third book in my reverse harem series and boy is it messing with my dreams. One smoldering demon. One sweet werewolf. And the witch caught between them. #reverseharem #reverseharemromance #writingcommunity #authorwoes #writingexcerpt #wipexcerpt #wipromance https://www.instagram.com/p/CB0eBudgb6e/?igshid=14se5zllf3gw8

[altablackburn]

I try to touch the sunset. it’s so close that for a moment I think I can but, I’m always too far away. somehow it can reach me. its vibrance is so intense that I feel relaxed. rare that it can calm the thoughts in my mind because thinking about stuff that I have no control over is draining. content. it can express such a vivid illustration without words. I appreciate that I am able to remember its radiance because even memories fade away with time. the comfort, I don’t want it to disappear but, I missed my chance, so I wait for the dusk of the next day and try to reach the sunset.

excerpt I wrote

note - replace the following words “the sunset” to “you” “it” to “you” “it’s” to “you’re” “its” to “your”

#excerpts #writingexcerpt #sunset #sunsetexcerpt

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[theinscrutableescapee]

coal

He had been working in the mines for the past three months and he was beginning to cough like the others did.

A crooked picture ornamented the otherwise bare wall. That and the piano were his only valuable possessions. He would come back home every night and see both of them, one hanging a little too much on the left, one yawning with some of its off-tune teeth missing.  There used to be a midsize mirror on the floor, its back against the wall, but as the weeks passed, as his arms and legs grew thin and as his eyes adopted a permanent look of worry, he had gotten rid of it.

Before lighting the kerosene lamp, seconds after entering through the door, he would sit down in front of the piano and would let his weakened, tired, fingers fall onto the keys. He wasn’t a very good player, he would have to pause between some of the notes in order to cough.  He played clumsy nocturnes, only alighted by the moonshine, the grime on his hands making the keys stick to his fingers. It was always quiet, the neighbors were fast asleep and he would be alone with his moon. The tears would trickle onto his cheeks, mixing with the dirt on his face, as he thought of her.

He was scared that he would forget what she looked like. He would slightly tilt his head to the left every day, but the picture was blurry and he was certain that she was prettier in real life. You couldn’t tell by looking at it that she would always say “Keep the change” at the cashier, even though they could’ve used the extra dollar for another day’s worth of soup.

“Keep the change”, he would sometimes whisper. His lips pressing against each other, his tongue touching his palate while he said those three words- it made her seem more real. It was the concrete in the abstract of sentiment, it was feeling her pulse beat against his skin.

The moon seemed far away that night. It looked as if it were crying.

© Margaux Emmanuel

[personalltruths]

What I learned in 2017

1. Your life with be a back and forth roller coaster ride. You will face almost death experiences, and you’re going to choose to live anyway.

2. What you wish for, won’t always come easy. Sometimes your heart will break, other times you’ll be jumping in excitement from the euphoria you cannot contain. Nothing is guaranteed.

3. There will be plenty of boys who will want to lift you off your feet, but if none of them makes it better than being single, don’t waste your precious time. It’s not worth it. Especially if it means risking your heart for someone who is incapable of making you feel whole.

4. Try a little more each time. Whether it’d be falling in love, or even studying for an exam that worth half your marks. You will improve yourself for the better.

5. You will gain friends, and you will loose friends. People will go out of their way to seclude you from others — they will claim you as their own. Don’t give into their selfishness. They are not worth the tears, or the time. However, when you gain an old friend, keep them. Because if someone really loves you, and cherishes you, they will come back around. They will continue to support you, and appreciate you, rather than keep you hidden.

6. Forgive. Forgive yourself, and allow yourself to be free from the weight on your shoulders. There is so much more to life than burdening yourself over something temporary. Become immersed in forgiveness and soak yourself in love.

7. Seek help. When you’re the most hurt, the most defeat, do not go on this journey alone. People are there to guide you. Friends, family, and if that’s not enough, there are councillors who will happily give you insight on your situation. They will be patient with you, and they will try their very best to give you the care that you need. Do not feel as if you’re not “sad” enough or “anxious” enough. No matter how you feel, it is always the best decision to talk to someone. You are not alone.

8. You are going to cry. On your bedroom floor at 3am questioning yourself as to why things had to go the way they did. You will pinpoint every insecurity, every flaw, and yet you will love yourself anyway, because you are worthy of love. You are worthy of being adored.

9. Sometimes you will backslide from Christ, but the beautiful thing is that Christ does not run from you. Whatever circumstance you’re in, he will continue to accept you as you are. No matter how far you’ve gone, no matter what you did, because his love is unconditional. There is no boundaries for his adoration for you. For he gave his one and only son to save you from eternal judgement.

10. Sometimes, healing consists of sitting in coffee shops and writing the year's from your mind. Sometimes healing is laughing till you cry, it is kissing your friends faces and being moved and inspired by your life. And sometimes, healing is rest, it is hiding from the world, it is having everything inside of you be still and quiet and eerily bare. Sometimes healing feels like nothing at all, like you are a silhouette of hope and hurt at the same time. Do not fight it. Whatever your healing looks like today, whatever it consists of — just allow it to be what it is. Just take care of yourself.

[wottwin]

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[regretfulfeels]

“You were my whole world, and I wasn’t fucking even in yours.”

Brii Watts via regretfulfeels on ig

[thenightmareauthor]

Prologue from My Story, “The Last Spirit Princess”

Long ago, in a time not so unlike ours, there were five crystals - one for each kingdom that held sway over the dominion. They were symbols of leadership, faith, and above all, peace and friendship. Each crystal had a distinct, glimmering sheen that set itself apart from its brethren. One was as red as burning flames and seemed to keep one in its core. Another was as blue as the dark depths of the ocean. One possessed every color in the land, sweeping under its smooth and clear surface; while its polar opposite, was black as night and rough as the earth. The last one, however, was very special. It was a deep pink, with a strange glow radiating from it. Only the highest of the kingdoms could possess and control it.

For two hundred years the kingdoms ruled with gentle fists, giving their people the happiness they deserved. Until, one day, when the kingdom who held the Earth Crystal suffered a terrible tragedy. Their king, so sick from an incurable disease, passed away. It was shortly after this that his son, Prince Strigoli Vii, decided that all five crystals deserved to be housed in one kingdom. He led an assault on the neighboring kingdom, possessing the Water Crystal. Within days, he had not only taken it but the kingdom and her people as well.

After that, it wasn’t long until he had taken the kingdoms and people where the Air and Fire Crystals resided. Without remorse and an army so large and diverse, he soon set his greedy eyes on the last kingdom - the one in possession of the Spirit Crystal. He thought he had it within his grasp; that all five would be his, and ultimate power belonged to him. He, however, was wrong. So very, very wrong.

In the kingdom with the last crystal, the king had his army trained ready to fight. But not to win. His daughter, Princess Kirin, was given the crystal, unbeknownst to her on a ring that she swore she would never take off. He sent her away with her bodyguard and best friend to the Outlands, a large expanse of forests that had proven dangerous to the Five Kingdoms. Even the boldest of hunters and explorers avoided the Outlands for fear of the unknown beings that could reside in those woods. When the Evil Prince - as Strigoli Vii was coming to be known as - attacked, he lost the crystal and his final piece to immeasurable power.

The princess learned of her father’s death many weeks later, yet she did not return. She was still young, and her control of magic was erratic at best. Hiding in the Outlands, she and her companions trained and grew together as a family. Princess Kirin grew and trained her magical control until she could work spells with barely thinking. Her bodyguard trained her friend to take his place, and she trained with great vigor, having her will and courage tested many times.

For twenty years they hid, the two young girls growing up and the princess’s bodyguard passing away. While all the while the Five Kingdoms were left in unseemingly terrible conditions from the Evil Prince’s reign. Nobody knew where they are; nor did anyone know when they would return.

All that is, except for me.

I knew because I was Princess Kirin, the holder of the Spirit Crystal, cast away from my kingdom for my safety. But I am not a little girl anymore; neither is my best friend and bodyguard, the Knight Arisu. We returned, and we fought. This is our story; together as friends, comrades, and rebels.

[wordsintheattic]

“Every embrace holds the seed of a farewell. We are merely custodians of moments, never their owners.”

— Anish KC, wordsintheattic

[notnocturne]

reminder: you are the only person you ever need to like.

[kinomiakai]

Surprise!! For my second anniversary over on Patreon, we’re celebrating with an AU of my ongoing story - The Forest! That takes the number of stories this month up to 3! Whew!! All my stories can be read for $1 a month - and, if you want to check out what there is before you pay anything, check out the list of my stories here!

Summary of The Sea: And it was probably just him not being able to find the stuff on his first walk around. It would take even the most focused person a look or two, surely, but it did seem...weird. Weirder, too, because sometimes he swore he could see something move in the water—he’d hear a splash, or see something fall, and it was like it had been thrown back to him or something...but that was impossible, right?

Braith just had a knack for finding lost things.

Merman!Fern, Human!Braith, alternate universe of The Forest. 14939 Words.

Except under the cut!

He breathed in and he followed the dock to the end.

He still wasn’t sure. He still couldn’t be sure, really, because the only explanations he could come up with were something impossible. But he walked to the edge of the dock and knelt down anyway, getting closer to...the sea. Closer to the deeper parts of the sea, anyway, which was...if anything was here, which it wasn’t, it would be out here. In deeper water. Right? It wasn’t as if he’d actually been able to catch a glimpse of anything other than a splash, but…

He breathed out and shook his head.

“Um,” he said quietly, pulling the rock from his small pouch and rolling it between his hands, “I’m looking for a pair of glasses. They might be broken, but—um. If you’ve found them...”

Whew. His heart was hammering.

Braith laughed at himself and gave the stone a small toss, scanning over the water before he closed his eyes. He tucked his head down and hugged his knees to himself just to ease the nerves...he didn’t know if this would be too much, but he hoped it wouldn’t. If someone was there to respond, someone who would want to wait until Braith couldn’t see them...

Something shifted in the water. He heard it. He didn’t open his eyes, but he heard it, he held his breath as he felt the dock shift, as if there was a weight—and then another, and a shade over his eyes like something blocked out the sun—Braith didn’t even breathe—

Something dropped on his foot.

Braith’s eyes snapped open.

But his head was still down, and the only thing he managed to catch sight of was the splash, the ripples, and—

Braith swallowed and stared at where it had been.

For a second there—for a second, he could have sworn he’d seen a tail.

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[author-mathomas]

Post Nice. What I'm editing right now. Short Scene. Enjoy #authorschallenge2019 #writingexcerpt #writersofinstagram #ToowoombaAuthor #AwkwardHonesty https://www.instagram.com/p/BuwvIQrnYxa/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=qwqv6dzeg2t7

[mjmallonauthor]

My latest Tanka poem for @colleen_chesebro weekly poetry challenge. This week I've included a sneaky peek extract from my debut YA novel The Curse Of Time - The Bloodstone (cover is currently being created, paperback formatting done!) and an infographic of themes in the novel. To find out more and to encourage and support a new emerging author please visit my blog: https://mjmallon.com #poetry #micropoetry #writingexcerpt #YA #fantasy #magic #mirrors #harbour #secrets

[chief-spartan]

“There’s little to fear of the situation in the Lower City” the Prime Minister stated, wearing heavy body armor, as his eyes scanned the rooftops. “Our metropolitan police and the Internal Forces have the situation under control, and all will return to normal very soon.”

The steady beat of gunfire heard over his speach proved this false.