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furiousfinnstan · 18 days
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Blue! 🌫️🩵🌧️🏔️wip moodboard
"as punishment for fumbling her scholarship a 16 year old is sent to live with her estranged father in the middle of nowhere.
may the shadows forgive her for spilling blood and killing her young"
horror comedy/melodrama/vampires/coming of age or middle life crisis?
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peoplecallitpoetry · 8 months
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Heat
This heat mixes poorly with the night It’s aggressive Violent Vile!
It crawls its way into your lungs Claws at your throat Take the air out of your chest And strips your strength away 
It will steal your sleep It will crush you under its weight It will slowly choke you out As you try And fail To breath
This heat  Mixes poorly with the night
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seaside-writings · 8 months
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Does it ever bother you that some of prompts and prompt lists might not get a lot of likes? (I'm sorry if this sounds mean, I'm not trying to be I promise! I love your blog and I try to like/reblog everything I can!😭🫣)
Don't worry, I get what you mean lol.
And yeah, it used to bother me a little bit and sometimes it still does, especially if it's one that I thought many people would like, but didn't.
I try not to get too bothered by it though, I mean some prompts aren't for everyone and everyone has their own taste, so as long as people enjoy my prompts I'm happy.
Thank you for the ask!
I hope you stay Blessed and safe! 💙
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icy-writes · 2 years
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Looking for new fanfic and writing podcasts. I’m taking recommendations!
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pheita · 1 year
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Last Line Tag
I was tagged by @catharticallysarcastic
So, let's see what was the last thing ..
With the wave of her index finger, Tali lured him in and Constantine could only follow, mesmerized. She tapped next to her. His eyes glued to her, he sat down, only to have her hand in his hair immediately. Slowly, the hand went down to his neck and pulled his head to her. "I know what happened at the boys' night with Thane." Panic erupted in him briefly, then the question of how she knew took over, and he looked to Aleena. "No, Thane didn't say anything. I also only know from Tali," Aleena laughed. I tag @bloodlessheirbyjacques @abalonetea @athena-anna-rose @jaimistoryteller @raevenlywrites @weaver-of-fantasies-and-fables
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rexs-writing · 2 years
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I need to write my book
but I need a title for it
but I cant figure out a title because I havent write a lot
but I need to figure out a title so I can write more
you see my issue?
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slimemoldcollective · 2 years
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Horror
Besties this is going to be a god damn essay but i have many very strong feelings about the horror genre so lets gooooo. also before i start this is just my own opinions on horror if this post somehow escapes my mutual circle dont murder me i am just a little collective of guys {also this will not be well written, i could write it well but i will not} Part One: Love Okay hear me out, there is no horror with out at least some kinds of love. Love of mystery love of your fellow dudes and gays. Just Love. If you have a slasher movie, even if a lot of them are mindless gore {which is fun} Theres a part of you that gets scared or worried or something like that for the main characters. Thats LOVE baby!!!!!!!! its care!!!!!!! even if its for some fake dudes its still LOVE and thats so inpormant??? what other genre is built on god damn love!!! more examples is like, this one might just be more just a mean thing but when i see monsters, sure i am scared but i am also interested!! like who is that guy, why he like that, is he okay? and thats the impormant part! the is he okay!! thats more LOVE !!!!! and love so good and juicy and epic we love love in this house Basically horror is a genre full of love PArt Two: Hope if you need some spooky times it cant only be spooky, if everything is bad all the time you get bored of it almost. and that can turn into hope!!!! moments of peace inbetween the horror, showing that even in bad times. there can be nice and there can be peace if you look for it!! ike in little nightmares 2! its a lot of bad but like, you can hold Sixs hand and thats so small but its so hopefully and again. loving. {admitly six also drops you but shushhh not about that} you can pick up toys you can play with the monsters a bit even!! there is hope for something better in the flashes of humanity with in it! and part of why its such a good horror game? it shows you that things could be better! and then ? it takes it away! and thats what makes it so good and spooky!!!! basically if you want something to be scary it needs to have more then that Part three: ramblings i have no more plans for this but you can tell so many good and beaituful messeges with horror! perhaps more then other genres can if you need something to be happy all the time for ur genre to be the thing, how can u tell something scary to the viewers { u can its just harder} like just aijhufglkjhg i love. horror. so much. and its so good
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abrokenherocomplex · 2 years
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what is bad writing if not vibes persevering?
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The man peers out of his window at night. The cold frigid chill of autumn seeps through. Laying silently he ponders on why he is thinking about the men past. The ones whom he loved. He considers how he has yet to pick up a pen and paper and write. Days turned into weeks and months and now he lays. He lays pondering about things that made him happy and sad. His mind is rather disrupted with a cacophony of screaming. So he lays, silently. Alone with his thoughts in the frigid cold chill on an autumn night.
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myspilledfeelings · 2 years
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Words that you say
Stay out there
Once you say it
You can’t take it back
The damage is done
Destruction
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robinschadel-author · 2 years
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That feels a bit more…natural. Time for a rainy day writing session
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peoplecallitpoetry · 5 months
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Mockery
I recently heard a story  of a painting A monstrosity that insults morale Makes mockery out of effort And has no objective value According to some According to those who valiantly destroyed Another mans effort And would probably hate my poems Because let’s face it These Have no Objective Value So it’s probably not art It’s Red It’s Yellow And blue Heh kinda fitting that  a poems in which I‘m intentionally making As much mistakes I can   Waited for years To see the Light of day
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akiwitch · 5 months
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You know what Christmas time is?
The perfect time for a ghost story, that's what!
Ghost Punch: Grim Reflection is where Shay learns that she can touch ghosts, and if she wants to save herself, her friends, and her town, she'll need to figure things out, fast.
The sequel is out, too!
Give an indie series about ghosts, love, friendship, family, and the importance of punching things a chance this winter! (and maybe buy a copy for your friend that wants queer stories and ghost stories!)
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kirsten-is-writing · 2 years
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finally opened one of two moleskine journals that i bought recently to start documenting the process/progress on my wips, starting with if i had a heart
lets see how it goes :)))
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Writbler Cafe Secret Valentine 2024
hello and how are you?
Thank you to the @writeblrcafe for hosting a Secret Valentine event and allows us to join in on all of the fun! It was nice to be able to do this!
Our Secret Valentine is the one and only, @relmsramblins! We hope you enjoy our words that we wanted to give to just you this day! We hope your day is filled with soft reminders of the loves of the Worlds!
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Not many can wake, and find solace in change for their own sake.
From the darkness of the walls, the stagnant air of the trapped doors, the absence of the heat, the silence of the glass scores; to know these at all is to never leave, to disallow an end for what you know is now disease.
To the dance of the sun, the grace of the breeze, the stench of the wind, the whisper of the trees; to know these at all is to step away, to give up your comfort for the thoughts of a new stage.
One where steps bring your forward, to the gentle rhythm of Nature’s gentle presence. One where thoughts bring you further, with the Knowledge of something more than simple and artificial essence. One where emotions draw you near, unable to be tamed. One where others take notice, no matter what they may claim.
Not many can live, and find purpose in change in order to give.
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xaz-fr · 3 months
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If you're a writblr and you did a follow back on me well... This isn't my writbler blog. This is my actual writblr if you wanna be mutuals lol
@ahungeringknife
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