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c0unterclockwise · 9 months

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I wish I could eat dirt the way you do. Clamp it between my wisdom teeth, spit out the worms and turn the mulch into stone and gem and something. I wish I could make

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raulf-o · 2 years

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A Note of Death An Unofficially Unlicensed Short Story

Hey, Ry. Is that what we should call you now? Ry? asks G. Yes. And I shall call you G from now on. I find it rather fascinating and though a bit confusing, yet fascinating, says Ry. Why do I get a letter but you get two now? asks G. R sounds boring, Ry sounds more mysterious. I like it more, says Ry. Say, Ry, have you ever thought of diversifying the places you visit? asks G. What do you mean? asks Ry. Have you tried the old continents? asks G. Hmm… Never really thought of it much. Used to have a lot of fun there a hundred years ago or so. Brilliant idea, G. I shall bring you a golden apple or maybe one of those green ones, says Ry as he takes off. Did you really have to do that? You know what may be waiting for him, says De. Oh look at you, two letter brothers holding out for each other, says G as he too takes his leave. You know you can simply not play the game if you do not like it, G, says De.

Some months later…

Tsk, he says as he leaves. With a frown on his face he looks down at the ground and in front of him a booklet seems to appear. The black cover, the text on it seems unreal. Pick it up, a voice commands him. As he leans down he sees the weird text and picks it up. Opening the notebook he sees a bunch of rules written down. He starts to flip through the book as he sees torn pages, names, Japanese writing he does not understand, some ripped pages. Well, what do you think? asks Ry as he stands in front of him. He looks up to see those wicked eyes, those long arms, the weird wings, and a smile to not be forgotten. Is any of this real or did I finally lose it? he asks. Why aren’t you freaked out? Usually people do not find my particular style appealing, says Ry. I don’t have an answer for you that won’t sound depressing, so let’s just say I’ve seen some stuff, he responds. So, what does a failed… Everything… Have in mind with that notebook? I have been watching you for a while clicking your tongue at this and that. You are rather fascinating. Smart enough to know when someone or something is wrong, but not smart enough to know how to use it to gain the power you seek, says Ry. So you are giving me a change at wish fulfillment with this, is what you are saying, he responds. Clever, knew you’d understand. Yes, that is exactly what I am giving you. Now give me a show, I can see the gears turning inside that pretty little head of yours. It’s all I can ask for. Well, that and apples, says Ry. We’ve got a deal, he says as he rips an empty page from the notebook and stuffs it in his pocket.

I have some questions, he says to Ry. Can’t you simply use it and find out exactly what it does? asks Ry. Do you want a show or a whimper? he retorted. Fine, but you better give me something great in return, says Ry. Does anyone else have this type of notebook right now, right here on this planet? he asks. Not that I know off. Right now it’s only me, says Ry. You know, I heard about this notebook. It was all over the news here too when things went down in Japan. That must have been a fun time for you, he says. Mmm, yes. So it was, says Ry. I have a question about you. What are you? A god of death? You look different from the gods I read about. And what are you powers? Can you see my lifespan? Can you kill me? Or do you just observe? he asks. Yes, you could call me that. And let’s just say I can do lots of interesting things, responds Ry. So, I’ll take all that as a yes. Good, let’s get you some apples and let me buy some stuff to test what writing is, he says. Aren’t you ever going to ask me for my name? asks Ry. Why? I’ll make history, you’ll have your show and besides, you’ll be gone soon either way, he responds. So quite a grand plan you must be having to be done with this so soon, says Ry. Well, if what I think works, then yeah. It’ll be short, but it’ll be a blast, he says smirking.

Here are your apples. Bought a few kilos, hope they’ll keep you satiated for a while, he says as he sits down at his desk. What’s that weird glossy paper for? asks Ry. You see, with this paper you can write on it, put it over another piece of paper and it will nicely copy everything from one to the other, he explains. Oh, now that’s impressive, says Ry. You see, when things were happening over there I always thought he was inefficient. Of course you are going to get caught with pinpoint precision if your scope is that shallow. But then again, he was a teenager. Maybe if he had time to mature a little his scope would’ve broaden. That’s why I promised you a big show with a loud bang, but with a quick sendoff, he explains. Well consider me intrigued, says Ry as he bites an apple in half. He takes a pen, writes down a name and presses then the paper to the notebook. Oh, an actor. That’s very brave of you as a first death to note down, says Ry. Well, I have to see if it works quickly, he responds as he opens Twitter. Interesting strategy. Glad to have picked you, says Ry. That’s high praise. Thank you, he responds as the name of the person pops up and is trending a few minutes later. Bingo! Now onto the next test, he says with pride.

What’s that? asks Ry. A printer. But more specifically an ink printer. So, let’s see if this works, he says as he prints on that thin paper and then applies it to the notebook. This is what you meant to test what writing is, says Ry. Exactly. And if this works, we’re going to be doing this tonight and when the sun will shine, tomorrow morning, you’ll probably be leaving me with a changed world, he responds. As he finishes that sentence that sentence that name starts to trend as well. Perfect, he says. So what now? asks Ry. Now I am going to get a VPN, setup a virtual machine, start an excel sheet. And then write the name of every politician, every criminal that is known right now to have caused death or any harm to people and that is pushing and marginalizing large groups of people. But, they are going to be randomized on each type of this page and then put down in this notebook. And when the sun rises, we’ll have thousands of criminals dead. Not that I’ll know what will happen afterwards. Not that I’ll know how the world will react to it all. Not that I know if this will change anything for the better. But sure as hell this will send a message out there and some form of wicked justice will prevail for now, he says. You know, you could do this over and over again, if you wished so, says Ry. No, once is enough. I just might kill the wrong person or dig myself into a hole. I don’t want that. I want to see what effect this will do, if any. If there are other dictators to rise out of this situation, if the people do not take charge of this opportunity, then there is truly no hope for us as a species, he says.

After a long night, the skies slowly start to lighten up. So, are you ready god of death? he asks with a bunch of freshly printed papers ready to press them down in the notebook. As ready as I’ll ever be, says Ry with a devilish smile on his face. Well, after testing how many names on a page will work, I think this will be smooth sailing, he says while laughing after turning on the TV on a news channel to see the chaos unfold in real time with Twitter also opened on his monitor. Slowly but surely the news starts to come out that dictators, government officials, police officers, prime-ministers, oligarchs, corrupt news show presenters and every time of other criminal start dying. One after another, the news cycle and the internet can’t keep track of the many deaths that are occurring. Whether it’s accidents or suicides, it seems chaos is completely taking over the world. Ry starts laughing. Incredible. You are truly incredible. So much death. So much confusion. Oh to think someone could pull all of this off, says Ry enthusiastically. Well, here you go, he says after scribbling on the piece of paper he ripped out from the notebook. What? asks Ry. I promised you a show. You got a show. Here’s your notebook. I have to burn this papers together with my laptop and printer. Enjoy the chaos, he says. Ry remains baffled at everything that is happening. As he throws the papers into the fire, together with it is the paper from the notebook which states that he should die 15 minutes before his lifespan is to end in sleep.

Hope you liked this longer short story based on a popular story for which I do not have the rights to, which is why I changed names and never really named anyone directly from that series. But Shueisha, if you wanna do a collab on this, I’d love it. Because I can easily expand this story in a manga format, if you can borrow me some talent that can draw. I wanted to write this because I had this idea while thinking what I’d do, if I had that coveted notebook and it seemed like a cool idea that remains very open ended in a way.

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cxndiedvi0lets · 9 days

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"You're leaving me?" I asked with diamonds, glistening in my eyes as I stared at his shadow.

"Yes," He says, then, the sun began to shine.

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pinksphere · 2 years

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Blocking him is not enough, I have to be hypnotised and forget that he exists and was a part of my life

Thank you and goodnight

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jessread-s · 16 days

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✩🦊📝Review:

This companion e-novella adds depth and complexity to Taryn’s seemingly simplistic characterization.

“The Lost Sisters” is told from the perspective Taryn Duarte, who comes clean to her sister Jude in a letter about her relationship with the trickster, Locke.

When I first read The Folk of the Air series I totally skipped over this one, but after finishing The Stolen Heir duology I decided to return to it just for fun. I enjoyed getting the opportunity to finally read from Taryn’s point-of-view and in the style of a letter! The contents consist of her asking Jude, and in turn the reader, to sympathize with her plight and forgive her for her behavior. Though her half-apology did not completely win me over, it helped me understand her better as a character. She just wants so desperately to be loved and viewed as a good person, but she does not always go about achieving these goals in ways that readers, like myself, agree with. With this added perspective, I intend to keep an open mind about her in the future.

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mongoliannomad84 · 3 months

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In the bustling halls of Copperdale High School, Ronan Taylor took a minute to freshen up, nerves tingling as he prepared to ask Sofia Bjergsen to the upcoming prom. The air was charged with anticipation, and Ronan’s heart raced with the hope of a magical evening ahead.

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emlinden · 3 months

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Adventuring is never easy...particularly when your brand new cyclops-killing gun starts acting up in the middle of a fight against said cyclops.

Join Mogara the orc inventor as she tries to get her latest invention working in time to save her companions from a raging cyclops in today's new flash fiction, Technical Difficulties. Check it out through the link above!

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bossbarbie-live · 9 months

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Niki’s Journey: How a Barbie Became a Legend

Niki was not a normal woman. She was a Barbie. A real Barbie, from the Barbie world. She had lived there for many years, enjoying endless parties, fashion shows, and adventures. She had many friends, but her best friend was Ken. He was handsome, charming, and fun. He was her boyfriend, and she loved him.

But one day, she felt bored. She wanted to see something different. She wanted to experience the real world. She had heard stories about it, but she had never been there. She wondered what it was like.

She decided to go.

She packed her bags, said goodbye to her friends, and left the Barbie world. She took a magic portal that transported her to the real world. She arrived in a big city, where she was amazed by the sights and sounds. She felt excited and curious.

She met a man named Ken, who looked exactly like her Ken from the Barbie world. He was handsome, charming, and successful. He seemed to be the perfect match for her. They fell in love and got married. They had two sons, who looked like mini versions of them. They also adopted four turtles and three dogs, to make their home more lively. Niki felt like she had everything she ever wanted. She was living the Barbie dream.

But one day, everything changed.

She found out that Ken had been cheating on her with another woman. A woman who was younger, prettier, and more natural than her. A woman who was not a Barbie.

She was devastated. She confronted Ken, who admitted his affair and asked for a divorce. He said he was tired of living with a plastic doll, who had no emotions, no thoughts, no soul. He said he wanted someone who was real, who had a personality, who had flaws.

Niki felt like her world was shattered. She had given up everything to be in the real world, and now she had nothing left. She realized that Ken never loved her for who she was, but only for how she looked. She wondered if anyone ever did.

She decided to go back.

She packed her bags, took her sons, turtles, and dogs, and left the house. She went to the magic portal that would take her back to the Barbie world. She hoped to find her old friends, her old life, her old Ken. She hoped to be happy again.

She didn't know what the future would bring, but she was ready to face it.

She was Niki.

Next Episode:

Niki's Journey: Episode 2

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writeblrvotes · 10 months

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Attention All Writers 🗣️

Writeblr Votes is always on the lookout for cool new content!

Tag us in your short stories, novel excerpts, poems, art, and manuscripts to be featured on our page!

#creative writing #writeblr #short story #writers of tumblr #fiction writing #writers #writer repost #blogger #writeblr votes #fantasy #novel writing #repost

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heartshapedness · 9 months

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- from bliss montage by ling ma.

#bliss montage #ling ma #short stories #quotes #literary fiction #authors #writers #literature #litblr #books #book blogger #nina reads #*

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danielscarcello · 3 months

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A Collection of Coincidences

For the past nine years, I worked on a book called Anagnorisis. It’s about a writer who becomes obsessed with coincidence, and writes a novel by letting coincidences determine the plot. In the process, he comes to believe God is speaking to him through his novel.

Now, to write it — I did the exact same thing.

I scoured the world for signs and symbols. I called it “collecting coincidences.”

Rigorously, I wrote this way right until the end, treating the world like a vast trail of breadcrumbs…

The meaning of signs and symbols only became clear when I would string them together and interpret them as a whole.

And that’s what I want to do here in my new blog.

Welcome to A Collection of Coincidences.

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raulf-o · 2 years

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JACK - ANTHOLOGY OF A YOUNG WIZARD 18: Misery's Run

Let me go! Cristina says in an exasperated manner to the man. You are mine! he replies. Then marry me, you coward! Or is it that you only thirst for what you can’t have? asks Cristina. Aye, there’s nothing but your fucking flower between these legs that you can offer to this wretched world, replies the man. Look at you, fine fellow, sinning. May you burn in hell! says Cristina. I’ll gladly make you wait for me there, the man says followed by a thud. My legs are frozen in place, I can’t move. Fuck! I hear the man speak. Silence poisons the air around me as a million thoughts run through my head. Fuck, I tell myself as I start running in the opposite direction of where the two were. Why? Why did it have to happen? I ask myself. The more I run, the more familiar the setting becomes. I can’t understand this, I tell myself as I begin to slow down. What is it with this place and murders? I ask myself as I stop running. The clouded sky covers the moon turning the streets dark. I once more create flame in the darkness to see where I am. Trying to find my way towards Stephen’s Inn. A thought asking me why did I run popped into my head. The answer to which, I had none. Yet a jolt of fear struck my heart as I slowly made my way towards the inn. After an hour of wandering, I can finally see the inn and as my whole heart feels a little bit lighter.

I open the door to see Arcus, alone, drinking. Evening, I say. Arcus jolts up then turns with a defeated look on his face towards me. What do you want? he asks. To go sleep, I respond. Why here? Couldn’t you go anywhere else? he drunkenly asks. I do not know any other place to sleep, I respond. Why don’t ya sleep outside with the dogs… Or better… In the river with them fishes… says Arcus. That’d be uncomfortable, I snarkily respond. Yer right, probably, responds Arcus. Can I go now? I ask. Why does Stephen not listen? If he listened, he would have been doing so much better. But he always have to do whatever he feels is right, he stumbles in his words. You mean ha… I try to correct him before getting interrupted. Did you know he had a wife? No. You did not know that. How could you. You devilish wizard. Or maybe you knew. Of course you knew with yer magic and thoughts and stuff. Then I guess you knew she died. Childbirth. It was simply monstrous. The baby came out hanged and blue faced as she died. I pitied Stephen, such a tragedy… says Arcus. I am sorry to hear that, I respond. Of course yer sorry. Anyone would be. Even the devil’s spawn can’t shed a tear to such tragedy. Let me tell you something wizard. Whatever you came here looking for, good luck finding it. But pray that it doesn’t find you first… An unsettling silence sets after what Arcus just said. Here… Take these keys. Do whatever. See you never, says Arcus as he throws me the keys and leaves. I hate today, I tell myself before throwing myself in the bed and falling asleep instantly.

A much needed sleep, a much needed silent morning with the sweet chirping of birds gracing me with their voice. I either slept through people going to wherever they need going in the morning, or I woke up too early for noise to be a problem yet, I tell myself as I look at the bright blue sky. As I get up from my bed, I go to get dressed and get down for breakfast. Expecting Stephen to greet me with a big smile I go down the stairs yet there’s no one. It is dead quiet. Stephen? I shout. No answer. Maybe he is out and about, yet I do not see Arcus either around, I tell myself. Should I wait? Or should I find another place to eat? I ask myself. I should eat and leave him the money for the food and for the night after, I convince myself as my stomach feels like its chewing me out already. As I find myself some bread, some meats and a bit of cheese, another intrusive thought goes through my head asking if what I am doing is wrong. I take a kettle, add some water to it and start boiling it for a cup of tea. But at the same time another thought asks me if it is really wrong if I am paying for what I am consuming. I take my plate, set it on the table and sit in silence. As I sit, I can’t help but look at the light shinning through the window. I take a deep breath and start eating. A shadow appears before the window as the kettle starts whistling. As I raise my head, I see the Sheriff. This can’t be happening…

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lovelyylittleladyy · 2 years

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“Qui n’a plus qu’un moment à vivre,

N’a plus rien à dissimuler”

- Quinault - ATYS

"Who has only one moment to live,

Has nothing more to hide"

- Quinault - ATYS

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lilibetbombshell · 3 months

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jessread-s · 4 months

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✩🐚🦊Review:

Bardugo’s spin on classic fairytales are a delight as always.

“The Language of Thorns” includes six short stories that are inspired by myth, folklore, and fairytales. Each are paired with stunning illustrations that really give it a storybook feel.

In her author’s note, she shares that she was inspired to write this collection by “the note of trouble that I think many of us hear in familiar tales, because we know—even as children—that impossible tasks are on odd way to choose a spouse, that predators come in many guises, that a prince’s whims are often cruel.” She takes bits and pieces from old tales and reshapes them with her dark, gripping, and masterful writing to make us, as readers, question the classics we grew up with. New morals are attributed to each story and I was blown away when I was left to ruminate on them every. Single. Time.

You do not have to read any of the Grishaverse books to pick this one up, which makes it perfect for new readers hoping to be introduced to Bardugo’s works and fans, like myself, who keep coming back for more!

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blogonart · 4 months

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