PSA As We Go Into Spooky Season And People Start Using Activated Charcoal To Make Foods Look Spooky.

PSA as we go into spooky season and people start using activated charcoal to make foods look spooky.

Reblog to give the person you reblogged from the ability to finish their WIPs

I have been writing stories since I was eight. I was trying to write a novel by the time I was in fifth grade. It is an integral part of my being and life. I can’t imagine giving it up. While I may sometimes hate my writing, it’s sort of like if I hated my neurons firing. It is a part of how I exist, so apart of me that it cannot be separated from me without damaging me forever.

I'm curious... How would you describe your relationship with writing?

A Blackbonnet Poem

In another life,

We would never have met.

I, Edward Teach,

Born on a beach,

Would have stayed

Untouched

By Stede Bonnet

I wonder

Would it have been better?

My head says no

My heart says yes

And then they trade opinions

In this life we have met

I have touched my foot to yours

Your hand has held the weight of my head

Our lips have met in long overdue

Confession

I wear fine things well, you told me

And forgave me for my backstabbing plans

We had fun together, you and I

Co-captains, such a rarity, but it worked

With you

I loved you

I love you

And you

Left

Did I really make you happy?

In yet another life,

I’d have killed you on sight

With no need to keep you alive.

Or I would have done it when I should have

A jab through the right,

Hitting all the important bits.

I would never have taught you otherwise.

Or a knife between the ribs to make it quick,

If I still had waited too long.

But I would have killed you

In this other life

Stede Bonnet would have laid dead at my feet

And I could have felt nothing

God, to feel nothing.

I do not like the Blackbeard of that life

He is more Kraken than Edward,

More beast than man,

More legend than reality.

But he would never have been hurt by you

Fallen for you

Crumbled for you.

To think a gentleman, the Gentleman Pirate,

Could damage me so badly

It was an honor to be damaged by you

To be swallowed

Whole

By happiness.

I will become the Kraken

If only to protect myself

Protect the heart I wish I didn’t have.

I will be him

Because he

has never

loved you

And lost you

And lost

So there’s a plague. There’s cowboys. There’s hidebehinds and cactus cats. There’s plague doctors. Quarantined towns and cities with walls. It costs so much money to keep a doc in town that it leaves most towns unable to afford other decent things. But there needs to somehow be minotaurs. And I am not sure how to do it....

I had a decent wip going. And now I have the NEED to give the main character a minotaur child. And I…I do not know how to make this work. But she must have this child. I love him and he shall exist.