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I don't want these noises anymore,
Let me drown in the depths of a sea, where the peace awaits me.
I wish to delight in the serenity and calmness of the sea, away from the world, away from the people.
The floor seemed wonderfully solid.
It was comforting to know that i had fallen and could fall no further.
If I fall, I should get back up?
What if I want a minute on the floor?
I belong to you
In my solitude, it's just me and these intricate things. I won't call this feeling home, yet I feel this is where I belong. In this space, where I lie amidst these scattered notebooks on my bed, in the light of my antique lamp, trying to word out my feelings, this is where I belong.
Little do I know that, being alone feels good, but it never feels right, not to me at least. I might not feel the same tomorrow when I wake up. Maybe I would end up feeling like a loner but, right now, I feel complete and I think that's enough, for now.
The Bats of Senegal
Every morning, I wake up and sweep the bat shit- or guano to be more technical- out of my hut. This process has become something of an art form for me, an art form that I have perfected. I know where the bats like to hang out (I mean hang out in a very literal bat like sense), such as off the nail I hang my hat, or along the string I hang my dirty laundry on, or at the base of a world map I have strung up against a wall. I visit these bat rest stops daily, and I sweep the little piles of shit that have accumulated overnight into the center of my hut. At times, when I’ve been away for a few days, I arrive home to find the little piles as little mountains, which will then require a deeper more thorough sweeping.
The wind here, in this corner of the world, flows assiduously from east to west. I’ve never seen it flow any other way. The wind blows across the Sahara Desert, across the Sahel, out into the ocean, sometimes it carries massive walls of sand and dust with it, and I’ve been told the dust particles will ultimately pick up water droplets out on the ocean and dump them in the form of a hurricane season along the eastern coast of my home, North America. This makes me homesick each morning as I sweep, from my hut’s eastern door to the one on the west wall, following the channel of the ever-present breeze that keeps me cool at night. I use the air flow like a wizard to help drift the dust and bat shit out of my little hut. I like to think this dust I sweep along the mud floor and out my west door gets picked up by the wind and finds its way to my home thousands of miles away in the form of a cold autumn rain.
In Jaxanke, the language I speak in this village, the word for west is Tiloolaata, “where the sun sleeps”.
I have a peaceful relationship with the bats in my hut. Even just one bat sighted in the home of a typical American would likely leave them terrorized until it is found and exterminated. But for me here, where I am constantly surrounded by the ethereal little demons, I’ve grown used to their presence. Despite their constant proximity, I don’t think I’ve ever actually touched one. However, I often feel their presence, in the form of a slight breeze from their tiny wings brushing the hairs on my skin as they fly around my body. The bats are like water, or maybe more like air, wrapping themselves around things with such unimaginable flawless dexterity, they never seem to touch anything. They move like shadows. I’ve been told they can catch and eat a thousand mosquitoes an hour. I like to imagine what the sound of the buzzing mosquitos’ wings, that sound which irritates me every night, must sound like to the delicate ears of a bat, how it must guide the little demons right to them. The fact that the irritating ringing buzz in my ears may well be the mosquitoes undoing brings me solace. Each morning, I sweep up thousands of mosquitoes in the form of guano and ship it off with the western wind, where it follows the sun back home.
I’ve learned to never go to the bathroom during dawn or dusk. This is when the bats commute in and out of my toilet hole in which they live.
At night I bathe myself, with water from a bucket I carried earlier that day atop my head a hundred feet from a well, an uncapped well that I drew the water out of with a rusted squealing pulley. As I bathe myself with the water left out to be warmed by the Sahelian sun all day, dumping it over my head, the bats swirl and dance around me, plucking mosquitoes out of the air, guarding me from their bloodthirst, and fanning me dry with tiny wings.
The northern wall of my hut is painted black, and there is a grid drawn in with chalk, rows and columns and squares with big Xs crossing them out, counting down days until future days. I have lived here for seven-hundred and thirty days, twenty-four months, two years. I avoid counting the days. I have a fear that the days I will miss the most are the ones I disrespected with a big chalk X. The days I waited to have ended. I try to stay present while I am in my village, but thoughts of the future ambush me constantly. Thoughts of cheese, hot showers, clean bed sheets, and sitting on cushions. Thoughts of protein, hygiene, good sleep, and comfort.
I know I will miss village life. I will miss living in a place without time. Where the only time is the position of the sun. It awakens in the morning in the east and goes to sleep in the evenings in the west. The only calendar here is the faces of the moon. In Jaxanke, the word for month is Carro, which literally means “moon”.
I fear that this chapter of my life, my Peace Corps experience, when all of it is said and done and I return home, that the things I miss the most won’t be the extravagant grand moments of my time here, but rather the simple and mundane. Such as the cracking of peanut shells with my host sisters in the shade of the peanut shelling machine, a machine we simply never use because then we’d have nothing to do. What I’m going to miss are the moments which so easily pass by me unnoticed unless I am actively there. I fear the days I miss the most will be the days on the calendar I count off until the next time I get to eat a cheeseburger. What I will miss are the moments that fleetingly get passed by time; unnoticed and at times not even remembered, but simply seen as features of a chapter in my life. Features like being fanned dry by bat wings, carrying water atop my head, or watching the sun go to sleep on the horizon.
You know,
Deep down,
On the inside,
Each one of us,
I know the truth,
I know what you are,
You are just a skeleton,
Disguising yourself as a human.
Pit Ponies
I found myself learning about these pit ponies,
How they worked down in these coal mines.
How they were born down there,
In the dark.
How they lived and worked down there,
And how they died down there,
In the dark.
Foals pulled coal carts in tunnels,
And slept covered in soot,
In the dark.
And how they never knew the sun,
Or the way they were meant to be,
In the light.
I found myself thinking about these pit ponies,
Wondering am I so messed up?
That I relate to them.
The trees got a little wider.
Some things never change,
and those things didn’t,
and the things that do,
did.
Flotsam
Do I listen to my brain?
So calculated and thought-out.
With backup plans for plans B and C.
Do I listen to my gut?
So instinctual and wise.
With knowledge from somewhere deep within.
Or do I listen to my heart?
So bold and so brave.
A compass that never leads me astray,
But with no way of knowing what lies in my way.
Or am I just this fleeting speck of flotsam?
Floating my way through the Milky Way.
Pearls turned into shark eyes
Then stared at nothing at all
To the edges of this world
I wonder if I'll see the same thing
As when their light got there
Maybe we see nothing at all
If it feels cold?
A chill that hugs all my bones
Like lying in blue snow
If it hurts?
Like how it hurts to hold my breath underwater
Maybe we feel nothing at all
Will I know my name?
Or be snuffed out like a flame
As anything that has ever burned
Candles, stars, and hearts
Exhausted burned away
And became nothing at all.
(reblog for science)
𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ━ OPEN STARTS ━ JAN 22 ENDS ━ JAN 25
So I woke up this morning to see that I has surpassed 200 followers????? Hello?????? It feels like just yesterday I was jumping up and down and giggling over hitting 100, and now I've doubled that???? This is absolutely insane! Thank you all so much for following, for liking my posts, for reblogging and commenting and making me feel so welcomed and supported on this account. You guys truly do mean the world to me. I once again wanted to do something to express my insurmountable gratitude for you all, so, without further ado, let's get onto the celebration!
HOW TO PLAY: Read the list below and send the emoji corresponding to what you like. I will respond to any and all emoji sent in between now and January 25th, when the celebration ends. If whatever device your using does not have any of the emojis, just use the word. You can send in as many as you'd like, anon or not! Please give me time with these requests as I am still doing schoolwork and musical rehearsals, but I will work on these whenever I can. Thank you all again and enjoy!
🪐 ; planet: send me this emoji + a character on my writing list + any word of your choosing and i'll write you a ficlet using the word as a prompt!
🍓 ; strawberry: send me this emoji + a description of yourself + a fandom/fandoms and i'll tell you what character I think would fall in love with you. Use as little or as much detail and you'd like and I'll make do with what I have ━ but please do keep in mind that I do need at least a little something to get an idea of your vibe first!
🍄 ; mushroom: send me this emoji + a character on my writing list + a line of dialogue and i'll write you a fic using the line of dialogue as a starter!
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Much love my beautiful readers + writers!
The best thing you can do as a new writer is to give yourself permission to write stuff that is absolute trash, it’s great
Newbie writer culture is getting random motivation to write or bits of ideas but not knowing how to write nor trusting your skills enough to try
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Julian Durchdenwald
Pen name: J.D. Greenoak
Nickname(s): Jul/Ian
𓆙: Coffee☕.
𓃠: Capricorn♑.
𓆙: INFJ-T [Advocate].
𓃠: Germany🇩🇪.
𓆙: Guitar🎸.
𓃠: Winter❄️.
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Hi, good day to you all. My name is Julian, but you can call me Jul/Ian as captioned above. Fun fact, I am currently working on 14 novels already and another fun fact is I have only started two out of those fourteen novels for this year.
Anyway, with that aside I hope you are all here to see my growth as a young student writer into an author. Haters can fuck themselves, ahem; pardon my french @juliuscorbin.
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Collaboration with:
Meet Jove, he is like a family to me and is quite the emotionless, cold, stoic yet respectable and the most gentlemanly man I know. And hey, not only that he writes great poems and is one great poet who plays the piano too.
The Blackout
I dont think I will post another lgbtqia+ story today, so heres this one I wrote like a month ago :)
If you want to check out my other stories, click here
It was a stormy night.
The whole day, actually. It poured heavily, dark clouds hiding the blue sky, sun hidden too. The raindrops were pretty large, I remember how they rumbled on the top of my umbrella when I was walking to my dormitory from school.
I had a hard day, to be honest. I got a low grade, and it was the end of the school year. My mom yelled at me, dad was disappointed.
When I got to the dormitory, the storm got wilder. My backpack almost flew off. I was happy to be finally inside.
I got to my room, my roommate nowhere to be found. She was surely at her girlfriend's house.
I layed in my bed for a while. And when I got up to do my assignments, the power went off.
I remember getting pretty pissed off, because the power box was in the basement. I tried to wait for someone to turn it on again, but after a few minutes, the lights were still not turning on. I sighed, and went down the stairs with my phone flashlight.
The power box was easy to find. Opening it was much harder. I gave up after a minute of trying to open it. I said to myself that someone will come eventually.
I walked out of the basement, when lights flicked back on. I was glad that I didn't have to do my homework with a flashlight.
When I got to the door of my room, I couldn't hear the raindrops anymore. It was still raining, I could see that from my window, but I couldn't hear the sound of them rambling into the windowsill.
I didn't think any of it. Before I went to do homework, I made myself some food in the kitchen, music blasting in my ipods.
I couldn't hear your footsteps. Even though you silenced the rain so I could. It didn't work out. You couldn't stop your hands.
The song “Cherry Bomb” just ended when you took me.
And now, in the afterlife, I ask you: “Why did you want me to hear you? I owe you nothing. You needed to kill me.”
You look at me, a sad smile resting on your face as if it was carved there. ”You know, love, I never chose this path. Life did. I always try to warn people.”
“But why didnt you turn off my earphones?”
“Because I can only manipulate nature, not someone else's will.”
"Then what was the whole thing about the blackout?”
"Oh, dear. That wasn't me. That was the storm I tried to silence.”
Hope you liked it :))
Did I write you into existence?
Was it a destined happenstance?
Falling faster than a blinded fury plagued by a red-hot rage, I crumbled upon asphalt as gladiolus' bloomed from the wreckage
My heart has not stilled and my feet carry me across lands and waters of time, of memories, to uncover that warmth you had awoken within me
With only a glance, I was enthralled with your figure, your firm demeanor and guiding hands
And you have taught me what's it is like to endure a fear of death, of darkened alleyways and forsaken endings, for I now know what it is truly like to live
I peer from the gardens and admire your beauty, a tantalizing capture of a prophetic essence
And I wish to take you to the underbelly of my mind, ridden by hollow caves of withering knowledge and dim candlelight
Steal you away from your perch, as though you were Persephone, and I, a lonesome ruler of my own demise desperate for your simple, golden-etched touch
Could you silence the roaring tides that perturb my thoughts? Could you sprout flowers from my blood, dress me in silk and make me immortal?
Can you rid me of the shadows that haunt me behind closed eyes, bring forth pastels and bountiful harvests and kiss a smile upon my chapped lips?
Maybe it was a fated encounter, designed by godly hands and set forth by winged angels
Or, simply a coincidence that I met your gaze through crowded places, tumultuous happenings, and war-torn terrain
Whether it was crafted by a divine being or a serendipity, I crave the life that is in full-bloom, as I have plucked the iniquitous weeds and fed the buds within our flower-bed
I wish for the fresh baked bread, hot meals and scents of domesticity as I plead to come home to a house full of you: your words, your clothes, your aura of solace
For, does it matter if I wrote you into existence, or paired by a celestial being, or purloined you from a Greek myth?
You've shown me a love that makes it so hard to cry without a smile, or laugh without tears, or perceive all that the Earth has to offer
I express my gratitude to the grass between my toes, the skies that paint my world blue, the oceans that soothes my ears
You have breathed a new life into my being, resurrected a decrepit bystander into something with a purpose far beyond what I could have expected
Every morning, I now smile as I open our front door, excitedly awaiting what a fresh day has to offer
-lauren a.p
Mhuhahaha, time for some real fun. Thank you @hayatheauthor for this guide that I will definitely be taking into account. I’m already doing quite of few of these, but there are plenty of other aspects that I didn’t think of before.
The Writer's Guide to Authentic Wounds and Fatalities
Writing fatal injuries in a story requires a delicate balance between realism and narrative impact. The portrayal of these life-altering events can evoke strong emotions in readers and shape the trajectory of your characters' journeys. In this blog, I will explore the intricacies of depicting fatal injuries in a manner that feels authentic, engaging, and respectful to the gravity of such circumstances. By understanding the nuances of fatal injuries, you will be equipped to craft compelling narratives that resonate with your readers.
Writing Fatal Injuries
When it comes to writing fatal injuries, it is crucial to approach the subject with care and accuracy. Fatal injuries carry immense consequences for your characters and can shape the trajectory of your story. By delving into the intricacies of portraying fatal injuries authentically, you can ensure that the gravity and impact of such events are effectively conveyed to your readers.
Choosing the right injuries for your story
Selecting the appropriate fatal injuries for your narrative involves considering various factors. Ask yourself: What purpose does this injury serve within the story? How does it affect the characters and the overall plot? Conduct thorough research to identify injuries that align with your story's context and resonate with the emotional journey of your characters.
For example, in a historical drama, you may research common fatal injuries during a particular era, such as battlefield injuries, diseases, or accidents prevalent at the time. In a crime thriller, you might explore the portrayal of fatal gunshot wounds or traumatic injuries resulting from violent encounters. By aligning the injuries with the context and themes of your story, you create a more immersive and believable experience for your readers.
Researching the mechanics of fatal injuries
To portray fatal injuries convincingly, it is essential to delve into the mechanics behind them. Understand the specific anatomical structures and systems involved, as well as the forces or mechanisms that can lead to fatal outcomes. Explore medical resources, consult experts if possible, and gather insights into the physiological and psychological implications of such injuries.
For instance, if your character suffers a fatal stab wound, research the anatomy involved, the potential organs affected, and the potential consequences such as internal bleeding or organ failure. By understanding the specific details and implications of the injury, you can describe the physical and emotional toll it takes on the character with greater accuracy and depth.
Depicting the immediate aftermath
When writing about fatal injuries, vividly describe the immediate aftermath to capture the intense emotions and physical realities. Consider the sensory details, the shock and disbelief experienced by characters, and the chaotic environment that often surrounds such events. Balancing realism with the needs of your story, create a scene that immerses readers and evokes empathy.
For example, if a character experiences a fatal car accident, you can depict the chaos at the scene, the character's disorientation, and the reactions of witnesses. Emphasize the sensory details such as the sound of screeching tires or the smell of burning rubber, creating a visceral experience for your readers.
Emotional and dramatic impact on the narrative
The impact of fatal injuries extends beyond the immediate moment. Explore the ripple effects on other characters, relationships, and the overall plot. Delve into the emotional responses, grief, guilt, anger, or determination that arises in the aftermath of loss. Utilize these emotional arcs to deepen character development and drive the narrative forward.
For instance, the loss of a loved one due to a fatal illness might lead to grief and strained relationships among the remaining family members. The emotional journey of a character grappling with guilt and seeking redemption after causing a fatal accident can become a central theme in your story. By delving into these emotional arcs and their consequences, you add depth and resonance to your narrative.
Writing Minor Injuries
While fatal injuries may capture our attention with their dramatic impact, it is equally important to pay attention to the portrayal of minor injuries in your writing. Minor injuries, though less severe, can still significantly affect your characters and contribute to the authenticity of your story. In this section, we will explore the art of depicting minor injuries, ensuring that they are not overlooked or trivialized. By delving into the nuances of minor injuries, you can add depth and realism to your characters' experiences.
Types of minor injuries to consider
When crafting your story, it is essential to consider a range of minor injuries that can occur. These injuries can include cuts, bruises, sprains, minor burns, or even minor fractures. Each type of injury carries its own unique characteristics, associated pain levels, and recovery processes. By understanding these distinctions, you can create accurate and believable depictions that resonate with your readers.
For example, a character who sustains a cut on their hand may experience sharp pain, the sight of blood, and the need for immediate first aid. On the other hand, a character with a sprained ankle may struggle with mobility, experience swelling, and require rest and care for a few days. By paying attention to these specific details, you can enhance the realism of your storytelling.
Conveying pain and discomfort
When writing about minor injuries, it is important to effectively convey the pain and discomfort experienced by your characters. Consider describing the sensation of pain, the throbbing or stinging feeling, and how it affects their daily activities or interactions. Showcasing the emotional impact of pain, such as frustration, irritation, or vulnerability, can deepen the readers' connection to the character's experience.
For instance, if a character suffers from a sprained wrist, you can describe the dull ache that persists, making simple tasks like typing or holding objects challenging. By capturing these small but significant moments, you immerse readers in the character's struggle and create a more realistic portrayal.
Balancing realism with narrative pace
While it is important to depict minor injuries realistically, it is also crucial to strike a balance with the overall pace and momentum of your story. Consider the significance of the injury within the larger context of your narrative. Some injuries may require more detailed attention and impact the plot, while others may serve as background elements. Adjust the level of detail and focus accordingly, ensuring that the portrayal of minor injuries aligns with the narrative's flow.
For example, a small cut on a character's finger may not require an extensive description unless it becomes infected or triggers an unexpected consequence. By aligning the portrayal of minor injuries with their narrative relevance, you maintain a consistent pace while still acknowledging their impact on your characters' lives.
Writing Bloodshed And Realistic Blood Loss
When writing about wounds and injuries, it is essential to consider the amount of blood loss your characters may experience. Realistic portrayal of bloodshed can enhance the authenticity of your scenes and immerse readers in the gravity of the situation. In this section, we will explore the factors influencing blood loss and techniques for accurately depicting it in your writing.
Understanding blood loss and its impact on the body
To authentically portray blood loss, it's crucial to have a basic understanding of how the human body responds to injury. Research the circulatory system and the role of blood in transporting oxygen and nutrients throughout the body. Consider the different types of blood vessels and their potential for bleeding when injured. This knowledge will help you create realistic scenarios and determine the appropriate level of blood loss for specific injuries.
Factors influencing blood loss in different injury scenarios
The amount of blood loss can vary depending on the severity and location of the injury. Factors such as the size of blood vessels, the rate of bleeding, and the body's ability to clot play a significant role. For example, a deep laceration in an artery will result in more substantial blood loss compared to a superficial cut on the skin. Consider these factors when describing injuries and their resulting bloodshed.
Techniques for accurately portraying blood loss in writing
There are several techniques you can use to convey the realistic impact of blood loss in your writing. Describing the color, consistency, and flow of blood can provide vivid imagery. You can also include physical symptoms such as dizziness, weakness, or fainting that may accompany significant blood loss. Additionally, consider the emotional response of your characters and how they react to the sight of blood or their own injuries.
By incorporating these techniques, you can create scenes that evoke a visceral response in readers and enhance the authenticity of your writing.
Bruises: Colors, Progression, and Pain
Bruises are a common result of injuries, and understanding how they form, change in color, and cause discomfort can greatly enhance the realism of your writing. By accurately describing bruises, you can bring depth to your characters' injuries and portray their healing process convincingly.
Understanding the stages and colors of bruises
Bruises go through distinct stages of color as they heal. Initially, they may appear red or purple due to the broken blood vessels beneath the skin. Over time, the color changes to blue, green, yellow, and eventually fades to a brown or yellowish hue. Understanding this color progression can help you accurately describe the age of a bruise and the healing process.
For example, a fresh bruise might be vivid purple, indicating recent trauma, while a fading bruise may have a yellowish tinge, suggesting that healing has begun. By incorporating these color details, you can add realism to your characters' injuries and track the passage of time within your narrative.
Depicting the progression of bruises over time
As bruises heal, they often change in appearance and size. Initially, a bruise may be small and localized, but it can gradually spread and become more extensive. Describing this progression can provide a sense of the healing process and the passage of time within your story.
For instance, a character who sustains a significant blow to the face may develop a bruise that starts as a small spot near the eye but expands to cover a larger area over the next few days. By accurately portraying the progression of bruises, you enhance the authenticity of your characters' injuries and their recovery.
Conveying the pain and sensitivity associated with bruises
Bruises can be painful, sensitive to touch, and affect a character's movement and daily activities. Describing the pain and discomfort experienced by your characters can create empathy and immerse readers in their physical ordeals.
Consider conveying the tenderness of a bruise when pressure is applied, the throbbing sensation, or the limitation of movement due to the pain.
Remember The Side Effects
Injuries, whether minor or severe, often come with a range of side effects that can significantly impact your characters' lives. These side effects can extend beyond the physical realm and encompass emotional, psychological, and social aspects.
Physical side effects
Injuries can have profound physical side effects that go beyond the immediate pain and discomfort. Consider the potential consequences such as limited mobility, impaired coordination, chronic pain, or the need for assistive devices like crutches or braces. Describing these physical side effects can add depth to your characters' struggles and provide a realistic portrayal of their healing journey.
For example, a character who sustains a leg injury may experience difficulty walking, require physical therapy, or have long-term complications that affect their day-to-day activities. By addressing these physical side effects, you create a more nuanced depiction of the aftermath of injuries.
Emotional and psychological side effects
Injuries can have a profound emotional and psychological impact on characters. They may experience fear, anxiety, trauma, or a loss of confidence. Consider how the injury affects their self-image, relationships, or mental well-being. Explore the emotional journey your characters undergo as they navigate the aftermath of their injuries.
For instance, a character who survives a near-fatal accident may develop post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) and struggle with recurring nightmares or panic attacks. By incorporating these emotional and psychological side effects, you can deepen the complexity of your characters and their responses to traumatic experiences.
Social implications and changes
Injuries can also lead to significant social changes for your characters. They may face challenges in their personal relationships, encounter stigma or discrimination, or experience changes in their roles or identities. Explore how the injury affects their interactions with others and their sense of belonging in the world.
For example, a character who sustains a facial injury may encounter judgment or stares from others, leading to self-consciousness or isolation. By addressing the social implications and changes resulting from injuries, you can create multi-dimensional characters and explore the impact of their injuries on their social dynamics.
By incorporating these various side effects into your writing, you bring depth and authenticity to your characters' experiences and showcase the wide-ranging impact of injuries.
Conclusion
Writing authentic wounds and fatalities requires attention to detail and a deep understanding of the physical, emotional, and psychological aspects involved. By following the guidelines and exploring the subheadings discussed in this guide, you can create compelling and realistic portrayals of injuries in your writing.
Remember to conduct thorough research on the specific injuries you want to depict, understanding their mechanics, symptoms, and potential outcomes. Consider the immediate and long-term effects on your characters, both physically and emotionally. Incorporate sensory details to immerse readers in the experience, describing the pain, bloodshed, colors of bruises, and the progression of healing.
Additionally, don't forget to address the side effects that injuries can have on your characters' lives. Explore the physical limitations, emotional struggles, and social implications that arise from their injuries. By delving into these aspects, you can create well-rounded characters and compelling narratives that resonate with readers.
I hope this blog on forging epic battles will help you in your writing journey. Be sure to comment any tips of your own to help your fellow authors prosper, and follow my blog for new blog updates every Monday and Thursday.
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I found this massive feather banana for scale anyone know what it is?
I'm writing a book and the feather is literally the main character's feather ☠️ If I ever manage to finish it
The best stories aren’t perfect. They’re raw, messy, and real. Don’t hold back, write what feels true, even if it scares you.
The troubles of being bisexual and a writer.
Bisexual bitches write a few cool sentences and suddenly find themselves kinning Alexander Hamilton. It’s me, I’m bitches.
