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[lionofchaeronea]

For World Poetry Day

LOGOS

In the beginning were the words.

Fast like rivers, slow like honey.

Sharp like quills, soft like wool.

For every picture a thousand words,

speaking the world and all its creatures.

Where are we born? A sea of words.

Where do we dance? A floor of words.

What is death? A return to words.

And heaven a tale that, like a moth,

flits about from lip to lip,

chasing the lamp of eternity.

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[unorthodoxx-page]

Small snippets

Just small (Super small) snippets I wrote.  There might be more to come.  These are one-off scenes that don’t go to anything.  I just wanted to write them.

1. Game

“Here,” Donnie says.  His fingers fly over the keyboard before he makes a decisive click.  The printer hums to life with all the energy of sleeping dragon.

“Geez,” Leo says.  “How old is that thing?”

“Old enough,” Donnie answers.  He pushes toward the shaking printer and pats it fondly.  “It’s one of the first things I fixed.”  And still fixing.  The things a pain in the ass if he’s honest.  They don’t make the parts for it anymore and he’s gotten real creative with ink cartridges over the years but....  “It holds sentimental value.”

The machine struggles to coughs out the paper, but it does eventually.  he holds the document triumphantly in the air.  “Here you go!  One authentically fake US Birth certificate!”

“Really?!”

“Really,” he grins.  “We’ll get you a brooch for the tournament too.  Unless you wanted to claim the costume look?”

“I think a brooch is the best option,” Leo hums.  “I don’t want the cameras getting too close.”

Donnie nods and pulls out his phone.  He shoots April a quick text to get the Casey’s together for Saturday.  Leo hadn’t asked, but they’re definitely going to be in the audience cheering him on.  Leo’s going to demolish those chess guys.

“Wait?” Leo stops.  “This was already done.”  Leo’s eyes narrow on the wide computer screen and Donnie curses.  “Those files say Raph and Mikey.  When did you make these?”

“Well,” Donnie says.  “You know..” in case things changed.  In case the world experienced enough weirdness that theirs wouldn’t stand out.  In case he needed to enroll in college or send Mikey to art school.  In case Raph got the chance to do anything besides look after them.  In case, in case, in case.  “Just wanted to see if I could.”

2. Medium

April should’ve known that one day the weirdness would catch up to her.  She’d managed to go unscathed for years.  She hasn’t been mutated, decapitated, mutilated or any of the other -ated’s since she met the boys.  So why this of all things?!

“This isn’t happening,” she hisses.

“Believe it girlie,” the man said, and his his raspy voice grates against her ears.  “Believe me, we don’t want to be here either.”

“Yeah,” the other grunts and she’s forced to look at them.  Her former bosses talk up the bulk of her room.  Well, one does.  He’s huge just like April remembers.  The only different is there’s no flame over his pointed head, and his purple skin was lost to the blue hue of his see-through form.  “The big man upstairs said we had some unfinished business.”

April would’ve never let Gram-gram possess her if seeing ghosts was the consequence!   She tried to avoid them when they first showed up, but they just got more annoying.  Knocking over vases, rattling chairs, opening windows.  The whole Paranormal Activity nine yards.  Her dad was two seconds away from calling priest! 

April drops back with a sigh and pulls out her phone.  Her eyes settle on name in particular and she bites her lip.  “Ok, I’ll give her a call.”

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[etherbyher]

overwhelm

The overwhelming desire to chop all of my hair off. The beautiful, thick hair I spent four years growing out. Cutting it all off, stopping right below my chin.

The overwhelming urge to get rid of all of my clothes. Sell them, donate them, trash them. Start the wardrobe all over with the little money and nearly-mixed out credit card I have.

The overwhelming urge to wear little-to-no makeup. Except a splash of black mascara and a stain of red lipstick – French girl style.

The overwhelming desire to stop self-tanning and to just be pale. My natural, real skin color.

The overwhelming urge to delete all traces of myself on social media. Instagram, Hinge, Tinder, Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn. Gone. Allow myself to not be found. Allow myself to be hidden in the comfort of my own home, my own bedroom, the local coffee shop I frequent, my favorite bookstore, the neighborhood thrift store. The mundane. Hidden in the mundane.

The overwhelming urge to stop resisting the homicidal-rage. All humans have it. Men are just weaker, more likely to act on it. Allow myself to sit and feel in the anger I carry, just without acting on it towards a living, breathing being. But, allowing myself to engage in the casual violence. The typical overly-stressed woman slamming the front shut, pressing her hands against the door as she drops her head, before turning around, her back against the door and taking one long, deep sigh before slowing lowering herself on the ground. Elbows propped on the knees, knees hugged in towards the chest, hands raking through her hair in a state of frustration, hopeless, contemplation. Did you also picture Nicole Kidman there?

The overwhelming need to hide away in my childhood bedroom, now understanding that the monsters are not under my bed but out there in the world. Just waiting to strip me, chew me up and devour me then spit me back out when I am no longer of any use to them. To cry under my covers, mourning the little girl who once had such big, great dreams. Who was fearless, strong and confident. To mourn all the girls you once were – the girl next door, the academia girl, the easy flirt, the workaholic, the slut, the perfect girlfriend. You’ve shed all those girls, those picture-perfect girls society tells you to be. To try to fit into their molds, and when you can’t find, you move on to the next girl to be. But once your hips widen out, your butt sits lower, your boobs start to sag and that youthful, optimistic glow you was had in your eyes is replaced by a dim dullness, a sadness, an understanding that you’ve served your purpose, and now society, not knowing what to do with you, discards you completely.

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[allthecolorsofourlove]

walking myself by a leash down old dry hills we bind ourselves to the narrative we write after dawn, you stand tall over

me like the statues of old. we are human and fragile and i lose myself in the heavy set of your breath and your

roaming hands i love you lain bear and lain

beautiful. beautiful, beautiful boy. poetry in motion as the quill scratches parchment a narrative i write when i orbit your neck or you

drag along my thighs. i love you catching moths in my jacket and swallowing the golden sun, writing us a picture book to show the world, something that says

look! look: we were here.

#something little i love you i love you I love you #poetry #writing #creative writing #creative writer #poem #the herb garden #writings #poems #poet #creative writings

[sourdough-seal]

“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you

#writing #writers on tumblr #creative writing #writers #writeblr

[mamaangiwine]

I don't think many people realize how much they've been turned into a bunch of casually cynical jerks.

Someone may come to their parents and say "I want to write a book" and their parents will say "it's really hard to get published".

Someone might confide in their sibling and say "I want to sell my art on "x" platform" and that sibling will say "do you know how many people you'd be competing with? Do you know how many shops are even on that platform?"

I know a kid who once told his best friend "I think I wanna start a dnd podcast" and the friend was like "do you know what the word "oversaturation" means?"

Personally, I don't know why any of that matters? And even if it did, perhaps your response should be "Do it! Do it and see where it goes!"

#i am literallly lamenting the world we live in #not magic #creativity #art #writing #creative work

[graceless-writing]

“How’s your WIP going?”

"Have you made any progress?”

“How close are you to being done?”

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[tinkerbitch69]

Keyboard go BRRRRRRRRRR

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[maccreadysbaby]

things people do after having a nightmare that isn’t crying

struggle to catch their breath

grab onto whatever’s close enough to ground themselves in reality

become nauseous / vomit

shake uncontrollably

sweat buckets

get a headache

things people do to combat having nightmares if they occur commonly

sleep near other people so they can hear the idle sounds of them completing tasks

move to a different sleeping spot than where they had the nightmare

leave tvs / radios / phones on with noise

just not sleep (if you want to go the insomnia route)

sleep during the day in bright rooms

things people with insomnia do

first, obviously, their ability to remember things and their coordination will go out the window

its likely they’ll become irritable or overly emotional

their body will start to ache, shake, and weaken

hallucinate if it’s been long enough

it becomes incredibly easy for them to get sick (and they probably will)

add your own in reblogs/comments!

#writing angst #creative writing #writing tips #writing

[mysharona1987]

#Palestine #poetry #news #creative writing #war crimes #politics #usa #israel #art

[novlr]

The symbolism of flowers

Flowers have a long history of symbolism that you can incorporate into your writing to give subtext.

Symbolism varies between cultures and customs, and these particular examples come from Victorian Era Britain. You'll find examples of this symbolism in many well-known novels of the era!

Amaryllis: Pride

Black-eyed Susan: Justice

Bluebell: Humility

Calla Lily: Beauty

Pink Camellia: Longing

Carnations: Female love

Yellow Carnation: Rejection

Clematis: Mental beauty

Columbine: Foolishness

Cyclamen: Resignation

Daffodil: Unrivalled love

Daisy: Innocence, loyalty

Forget-me-not: True love

Gardenia: Secret love

Geranium: Folly, stupidity

Gladiolus: Integrity, strength

Hibiscus: Delicate beauty

Honeysuckle: Bonds of love

Blue Hyacinth: Constancy

Hydrangea: Frigid, heartless

Iris: Faith, trust, wisdom

White Jasmine: Amiability

Lavender: Distrust

Lilac: Joy of youth

White Lily: Purity

Orange Lily: Hatred

Tiger Lily: Wealth, pride

Lily-of-the-valley: Sweetness, humility

Lotus: Enlightenment, rebirth

Magnolia: Nobility

Marigold: Grief, jealousy

Morning Glory: Affection

Nasturtium: Patriotism, conquest

Pansy: Thoughtfulness

Peony: Bashfulness, shame

Poppy: Consolation

Red Rose: Love

Yellow Rose: Jealously, infidelity

Snapdragon: Deception, grace

Sunflower: Adoration

Sweet Willian: Gallantry

Red Tulip: Passion

Violet: Watchfulness, modesty

Yarrow: Everlasting love

Zinnia: Absent, affection

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[agirlnamedalicefaith]

I'm not saying don't learn technics to improve your craft, but I've found the insane ramblings of a blithering idiot to much more fun to read and much more memorable to the audience than the well crafted master portfolio of a creative writing grad student

#funny #litature #creative writings

[allthecolorsofourlove]

the Major Arcana is the story of a man [The Fool] and his passage through life [The Hero’s Journey]. i am no man [low Testosterone, supplemented Estrogen] and the passage i take is no new story [19, Bullied, That Thing With Their Mom]. i watched Lady Bird tonight [for the First Time] and felt bowled over. i’m still learning the passage through life [i am Not A Hero; i am somehow still The Fool]. she goes to New York but it was close enough to Seattle to make me cry.

The Fool first encounters The Magician. he denotes Duality [of the Self, of Power] and the alchemy used to turn Thought into Action. The Fool is accompanied by a Dog. The Fool is Impulsive. The Magician is too.

[i encounter the Dual Self. i look in a mirror and find it hard to know what awaits me. i pull the Eight of Swords and sigh.]

[you once told me that you believed the Two of Cups was a more romantic card than The Lovers. i just like to hear your voice, no matter what you say. there’s more romance in that than anything, to me.]

LADY BIRD: Sure, I guess I pay attention.

(The current shot frames the two in the light of the window in SISTER SARAH-JOAN’s office. They sit an equal distance apart from each other, centered in the frame. SISTER SARAH JOAN is looking directly at LADY BIRD, attention unwavering. She looks fondly at the girl, like she knows something that LADY BIRD doesn’t.)

SISTER SARAH-JOAN: Don’t you think that maybe they are the same thing? Love and attention?

The Fool continues on his Journey—The Hero’s Journey [This Is Not The Path I Take]—and by the end of it he encounters The World. she denotes Glory, Completion, Satisfaction, Joy. The World hold’s The Wizard’s Wand [Wands: Passion, Creativity, Fire]. she totes the Fixed Zodiacs. The World is An Ending. The Fool has run Full Circle.

[i wake up and know there is an end i am reaching for: both in immediate terms and more wide ones—your terms and mine. i stretch out for you, fingers almost brushing yours throughout time. very soon i will feel Satisfaction, Joy. i think about the softness of your cheek and your short sharp brows.]

[i declare my major and make the end of these four years loom into sight. i almost chose a new minor today. when i hang up with a Very Nice Woman who Very Much Just Cheated The System To Get Me Into My Classes, i feel the nag of you within me. something tugs on that Red String. you look both ways before you cross. i almost jump out of my seat before remembering the distance. with a scowl, i slink back to the dorm.]

[i am reaching for a future now; a major and a final degree, officially, on paper. i am reaching for a future where i have a professional to help me hold my mother’s narcissism, my grandfather’s old piano. i am reaching for an adult to tell me to spread gel on this body in order to make it my body, proofreading the life i live instead of only the papers i submit for my livelihood. i am reaching out for something, a wider life, with you in it, where we pick berries in the summer and watch movies miles apart in milder weather. where i wake up next to you every morning for three months instead of three days. i want your mom to like me. i want your sister to tell me all about her friends. i want to drop by your house on christmas, to kiss you on new year’s, to drag you to another performance in the theatre of my heart. i push towards something. i want you in it for every step.]

both the Major and Minor Arcana cards have distinct, alternate but similar meanings when flipped 180 degrees, or reversed. The World is no exception. she, when reversed, can denote Stagnation, Fixity, No Closure.

[i linger on you when i am not supposed to. you are my favorite topic of discussion. you run circles around me. your ghost is everywhere. i burn hot thinking of your touch. several kisses are in order. more than several. i paint rubber cement on my hands and on my hip and on the spot where my forehead rests on your jawbone. stay with me: we are both The Bull but my leisure seeps through further. come back to bed. take your time. stay with me, Stagnation, Fixity, the Fire of Wands burning all alongside me. i know you exist somewhere in this world but just not by my side. i drool across the streets of this city. i ache knowing you sit somewhere aching the same.]

The World denotes An Ending. i will get there soon. I Will Get There Soon. i know this. i will eventually Know This.

LADY BIRD: Do you think I look like I’m from Sacramento?

…….

CHRISTINE: Hi Mom and Dad, it’s me. Christine. It’s the name you gave me. It’s a good one. Dad, this is more for Mom - Hey Mom: did you feel emotional the first time that you drove in Sacramento? I did and I wanted to tell you, but we weren’t really talking when it happened. All those bends I’ve known my whole life, and stores, and the whole thing. But I wanted to tell you. I love you. Thank you, I’m... thank you.

i flip myself upright. read; Improvisation, New Beginnings, Originality, Leap of Faith. read; Innocence. read; Yes. read, in Love; Impulse, Fun, Joy, Uncontainable Excitement, I Love You, Exuberance, I Love You, The Fool Carries A Dog And The Dog Barks Back, I Love You.

i slide the Two Of Cups across the table. i slide you a text about therapy. i slide you your old coffee order turned into mine.

i slide the Four of Swords reversed and let it flip to the Ace of the same but upright. i hold up The Star. things will be okay.

i am watching the sun [The Sun] rise. it’s light outside. something feels different recently. The World no longer feels Reversed.

[in the end of Lady Bird she figures it out. it takes the whole movie, but she finally learns. She Calls First. my call is coming from my own Sacramento—but my call is also coming from Inside The House.]

my eyes dance shut. two birds fly outside the ever lightening window. my throat is dry. i know i will dream of you beside me.

#it’s 5am. I just ate McDonald’s with a bunch of the drunk improv ppl. i was sober. good night #poetry #writing #creative writing #creative writer #poem #the herb garden #writings #poems #poet #creative writings

[sourdough-seal]

“omg you’re so creative. how do you get your ideas” i hallucinate a single scene in the taco bell drive thru and then spend 13 months trying to write it

#writing #writing community #writeblr #creative writing #writers on tumblr

[unboundprompts]

Pirate Terms and Phrases

-> Pirate Lingo

-> A Pirate's Glossary

Batten Down The Hatches - tie everything down and put stuff away for a coming storm.

Brig - a prison on a ship.

Bring a Spring Upon 'er - turn the ship in a different direction

Broadside - the most vulnerable angle of a ship that runs the length of the boat.

Cutlass - a thick, heavy and rather short sword blade.

Dance with Jack Ketch - to hang; death at the hands of the law (Jack Ketch was a famed English executioner).

Davy Jones's Locker - a mythical place at the bottom of the ocean where drowned sailors are said to go.

Dead Men Tell No Tales - the reason given for leaving no survivors.

Flogging - severe beating of a person.

Gangplank - removable ramp between the pier and ship.

Give No Quarter - show no mercy.

Jack - flag flown at the front of the ship to show nationality.

Jolly Roger - black pirate flag with a white skull and crossbones.

Keelhaul - a punishment where someone is dragged under the ship. They are cut by the planks and barnacles on the bottom of the ship.

Landlubber - an inexperienced or clumsy person who doesn't have any sailing skills.

Letters of Marque - government-issued letters allowing privateers the right to piracy of another ship during wartime.

Man-O-War - a pirate ship that is decked out and prepared for battle.

Maroon - to leave someone stranded on a. deserted island with no supplies, typically a punishment for any crew members who disrespected the captain.

Mutiny - a situation in which the crew chooses a new captain, sometimes by forcibly removing the old one.

No Prey, No Pay - a common pirate law that meant crew members were not paid, but rather received a share of whatever loot was taken.

Old Salt - experienced pirate or sailor.

Pillage - to steal/rob a place using violence.

Powder Monkeys - men that performed the most dangerous work on the ship. They were treated harshly, rarely paid, and were expendable.

Privateer - government-appointed pirates.

Run A Shot Across the Bow - fire a warning shot at another boat's Captain.

Scurvy - a disease caused by Vitamin C Deficiency.

Sea Legs - when a sailor adjusts his balance from riding on a boat for a long time.

Strike Colors - lower a ship's flag to indicate surrender.

Weigh Anchor and Hoist the Mizzen - an order to the crew to pull up the anchor and get the ship sailing.

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[themightyhumanbroom]

This is a friendly reminder to give your OC a firm and unmistakable L every now and then.

This is a necessary action to keep your OC healthy for the long term.

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