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Time to catch up on last week's flash fiction entries

✨FFF 243 Masterlist

Thank you for all your wonderful entries last week! We loved reading all of them ^^ (If we missed your entry, please let us know)

Consider checking out your fellow writers’ pieces, give out those likes and reblogs. The new prompt will be up at 12pm CET <3

Glitter And Blues by @zorilleerrant

Long Days, Short Years by @renee-writer

Heartbreaking Lure by @lisbeth-kk

The world was on fire and no-one could save me but you//It's strange what desire will make foolish people do by @baubeautyandthegeek

Wrong Spot by @writingamongther0ses

A Sad Superstition by @hd-literature

Rest Easy by @whogavemeapen

Brilliant in the Sunlight by @mtnikolle

A Shining Example by @polizwrites

Hypnotic by @cocoamoonmalfoy

Glitter And Blues by @mundanemoongirl

Glitter and Blues by @tamiveldura

One For My Baby by @jack-of-crowns

The Dress for the Dance by @starlightswitch

the mug by @fourohfourrealitynotfound

Glitter And Blues by @landofspaceandrainbows

Dandy Boy by @letsgetsquiggly

Glitter And Blues by @betweenthetimeandsound

Full of Broken Thoughts by @edosianorchids901

The Wyvern by @queenfisher1

Glitter by @janetm74fics

"Bring Your Older Gays To Play" at Club Erebor by @lucigoo

#flash fiction friday #glitter and blues #goodstuff

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Hello Hello!

It's time for a bio update—something a little more me for 2024. A lot has changed for me. I've transplanted across a country, started a new career, and pursued more education. I've grown a little less idealist, maybe a little more bureaucratic. I am much more influenced by logic, probably more than I have ever been. I've aged, calmed, and gained confidence in myself. I hope to take this time and confidence and find a space to see what this new version of myself can create.

I don't have a lot of time to write. I post infrequently and often go through lulls where no writing ideas pop into my head. However, I always come back to Tumblr because this site provides a sense of expression and freedom I can't find anywhere else on the internet. I'm here to write, share ideas, have fun with self-expression, and experience the art words that others have to share.

I love to read all kinds of writing content. Poetry, prose, stories, novels, fanfic—you name it—I consume it.

I'm comfortable writing poetry and flash fiction, but I'm trying to branch out into longer works, like short stories or maybe even novels.

Thanks for stopping by. I appreciate it.

#if you read this thank you! #writblr intro

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Dandy Boy

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial 243rd prompt.

Word count: 538

Audience: General

Themes: musical performances, emotional responses, slice of life

Descending the stairs, I approach the disco pop hell hole that has imprisoned my attention this last week. Such posh places were usually beneath me. I am much too old for curated vibrancy that only attracts young, flighty patrons with fleeting attention. This particular pocket of technicolor hell held an anomaly, however. A vast soul caged in a vapid gig.

I breathe in a deep puff of cotton candy cloud and snort the exhale at the no vaping sign that nobody follows at the bottom of the stairwell. I place my hand on the gaudiest velvet-clad door and push into the offensively neon venue. As an old woman, I trail an aura of grey through the pastel energies of today's youth gathered in this snug club. I don't belong, and I don't care. All I care about is that, in this unexpected place, is where the music happens. Not this spliced and sliced chords and bars pieced together by software and black boxes that I had grown accustomed to in the slog of shows I must sit through daily, but actual, grassroots composition born from tube amps, strings, and profound sadness. Pushing against the collection of confused stares, I make my presence known at the 10-seat wood top tucked in the back of this flashing sign and velvet box. I order what I've ordered the last four days I've been here; a Manhattan is burning, which, while cleverly named, was all flare and no flavor. I found myself at my corner booth, where I just sipped and waited.

It was mere moments before the object of my obsessions stumbles onto the cramped corner stage. A shy swallow who chirps an enchanting melancholic melody. He was a dandy dime, all glitter and blues. He has big, slick black hair and dark skin, a beautiful contrast to his foil-textured white fitted suit top sporting a deep v and a thoughtful gaze that never leaves his lifted-heeled boots. His Epiphone 8 string, a shimmering baby blue, plugged into a burnt orange tube amplifier. He drips with a brilliant shyness and sorrow, dressed in an awkward guise of confident colors and attire. I hold my breath while waiting for his set reveal, ready to be infected with his unexpected sparkle.

And then, he sings. He strums. The warm reverb of the transistor tubes worms through the pastel plain and hits my grey. He fills the room and turns it bold. Turns it blue. His performance erases the neon, coats the velvet, and masks the humanity of the room. All is him, and he is all. A deep baritone voice, crass and uneven, solid and vibrant, blends with the strings' vibration. His music is home, love, heartbreak, and loss. His music holds life and tells of change. This utter stranger has given me things I never knew I needed and showed me there is life I am missing to live.

At the end of the set, I release myself from my viewing station and approach the stage, money in my hand to show proper appreciation for the once again visceral performance. Throwing the cash into the open guitar case, I address the only thing in the room with soul.

"Excellent work, Dandy Boy."

#if you read this thank you! #writeblr #flash fiction #flashfictionfridayofficial #flashfictionfriday

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It's time to read some sweet, sweet flash fiction

✨FFF 235 Masterlist

Thank you for all your wonderful entries last week! We loved reading all of them ^^ (If we missed your entry, please let us know)

Consider checking out your fellow writers’ pieces, give out those likes and reblogs. The new prompt will be up at 12pm CET <3

Fathers and Daughters by @renee-writer

Not My Colour by @lisbeth-kk

Old Husbands' Tales by @cocoamoonmalfoy

at dusk by @sparrow-orion-writes

Another Use for Beetroot by @darkhorse-javert

Village Sweater by @writingamongther0ses

So Many Little Pink Houses by @lucigoo

A Pink Sunrise by @etddivine

I Come Undone at the Things He Said by @borealwrites

Careless Childhood & Candy by @hd-literature

Those Old Crazy Dreams (Just Kind of Came and Went) by @polizwrites

Pink House by @letsgetsquiggly

Like Wax From a Candle by @aziz-reads

The Snowball Fight by @a-forbidden-detective

Bright and Beauteous by @edosianorchids901

En la Casa Rosada by @odysseywritings

A New Destination by @gregorovitchworld

Future Home by @fourohfourrealitynotfound

Little Pink Houses by @landofspaceandrainbows

Beyond the Pink Houses by @endlesstwanted

Barubido Barbie War by @thetypewritersbitch

Little Pink Houses by @betweenthetimeandsound

#writeblr #flash fiction #flashfictionfriday #i really love reading all the different prompt interpretations

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WTW PRESENTS OUR 37TH EVENT!

To ring in the new year, WelcomeToWriteblr invites you to take part in another of our prompt events—this time shining the spotlight on the relationships between our dearly beloved supporting characters! 

From JANUARY 25TH TO JANUARY 31ST create something in response to that day’s prompt and post it. You’re welcome to do absolutely anything for the prompt of the day, whether it be a drawing, an excerpt, a playlist, or a moodboard. This event is aimed to get everyone involved and we will accept all submissions!

HOW TO PARTICIPATE

Tag your posts as #WTWEVENT and #WTWCOMMUNITY

Format your posts like this: WTW RELATIONSHIPS WEEK - CHOSEN PROMPT

Wait for your post to be added to the queue.

NSFW content will not be posted to the blog.

OPTIONAL: Join our discord server if you would like to ensure your post makes it onto the blog! Tumblr’s tagging system can be unreliable and we want to make sure everyone’s creations are shared! Please note, you must be 15 OR OLDER to enter our server!

PROMPT LIST

Day 1 - Protagonist & Antagonist 

Day 2 - Side Characters 

Day 3 - Foils 

Day 4 - Love Interest 

Day 5 - Friends 

Day 6 - Family 

Day 7 - Wildcard 

HAPPY NEW YEAR, JOIN OUR SERVER HERE!  (discord.gg/earlgrey)

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Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt number 235

Length: 600 words

Audience: General

Themes: Grief, loss, lonliness

A sanctuary can become a cage in time. A plethora of binding memories and belongings that tether to now meaningless brick and mortar. The amalgamation of our empire, a little pink house, nestled in a row of perfectly paired pastel structures of its likeness. It was never I who belonged. It was we. A symbiotic entity whose existence was acknowledged in unison. Now, there is no we, despite everywhere in my vision demanding it is so. It pains me to leave this place. To look upon all that is and be plagued with what once was. The vibrancy of life around me is now astonishing and nauseating, though my sensibilities tell me this is comfort. Was comfort.

Standing on the threshold of the familiar abode causes me to double over, to be ill. Because it was once we and it is now I. Pink doesn't suit me, it suited us. And now I am left draped in a hue that contorts my reality and contradicts my truth. My home is not bright and gentle like a sky alight with the first rays of the rising sun. The world around me isn't the powder blue of a clear sky nor welcoming like springtime's first sprigs of grass. It was never me who hoped for the future and rejected the past. It was you. Now that I am a solitary entity, lacking my comforting parasite who swallowed my grief and shielded those around me from my inner truth. I lack color. I lack the desire to produce and create things in vibrant hues, and living in a picturesque rainbow reality only reminds me that I never truly belonged. This existence is much too beautiful for me without you. Sunken to my knees, gripping my curse of a midsection, I make the decision to paint my world in my likeness. I stumble, clumsily placing one determined barefoot in front of the other. Gripping a metal handle hot from the day's blaring and painful bright sun, I thrust open the metal hanger, which was an obstacle to the object of my hungry desire. Hunched over, stumbling, still clutching the ever-throbbing emptiness just below my ribcage, I blunder my way to the large handled metal can. A grey liquid oozed from the single ridge that lined its lid.

You had said it's much too drab for the new room. That something to house youth was meant to ring with the colors of potential, colors that excite and entice. There was no room for apathy in your vision of the future. Only excitement and endless possibilities. But you aren't here, and there is no we, only I, and I think it's perfect. I lug the oozing can from its forgotten place behind the now needlessly large car on a shelf in the darkened garage. I breathe a small breath of relief in the reprieve from the endless brightness of the midday, then continue my trek. It's heavy and slaps unforgivingly at my thigh as I attempt to carry the heavy can of forgotten gray paint to the front of our little pink house. I can't take it anymore. The fruits of our labor have become the receipt of my suffering. I know what will happen if I do the task before me, but I can't bear the thought of not. With a belabored sigh, or maybe a shriek, I heaved the can, lid open, and watched in relief as a brilliant ark of grey splattered across the face of my nostalgic prison. I don't care what they say. I'll paint the whole damn thing grey.

#flashfictionfridayofficial #flashfictionfriday #writeblr #flash fiction #if you read this thank you!

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Purpose

Healing is not my purpose I possess no intentions of complacency Defeatist stagnation Focusing on my well-being while the world around me burns

Forgiveness is not my purpose Its meaning is shallow It doesn't clean spilled blood from waters Grant fertility to razed lands Revive the dead

Compassion is not my purpose Its existence is a crutch A blunt object of empathy Weaponized by those who feel no remorse

No, My purpose is creation A grand architect with a vision of change One at odds with the current course A path took without regard For those injured on the journey

So tell me When inevitably limbs are torn from trunks Will healing replace them? Will forgiveness numb the eternal pain of loss? Will compassion bring about accountability? Or will we be left with stumps of sinew, tissue, blood, and bone?

History Navigates the waters of the future And those with memory chart the course

And if there is one thing to be remembered, It's that Healing is selfish Forgiveness is passive And Compassion is weak They have no place in a war for the future.

#self reblog #side blog #character writing

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formulating seasons 🌸🌻🍁❄️ . finally completing the whole set, sorry it took a while!!

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So I caved and with @spacespectres help made an avatarsona! With a big chunky statement to go with it!    (Trigger warnings for homophobia/transphobia, conversion therapy, death and parental abuse. Everyone gets just desserts though.)

‘I’m, actually not sure why I’m here. You can’t help me, my son is gone and the police arn’t saying it but - I’m sorry, my ears are- It’s like- You know those alarms, the ones that are made to disperse kids at shopping centres, keep them from causing trouble- not that i think they work. you see more of them these days, scruffy and dirty, what their parents doing, i don’t-  Anyway, it’s like that noise, that high buzz. it’s meant to be that, as you get older, your brain tunes it out, adults aren’t meant to hear it anymore, just keep on shopping without hoodlums hanging about outside smoking and throwing shit at the elderly.   I don’t miss that, Ben’s smoking, i’ll say that. That’s awful to say, i bet you’re thinking, god how terrible, her child’s missing and she’s moaning about a few nicotine stains on the ceiling.

Keep reading

#loved this #horror #what a good story

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Ashton Sketch that i drew on my birthday this year! I really love this cool punk rock.

#just some more ashton love

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they are beauty,

they are grace,

they will punch you in the face.

#ashton greymoore #omg omg omg #This is my favorite rendition of them

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#to true #dnd

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Bots

Why so many? What is happening? It's gotten out of control.

#tumblr bots #bot accounts #why? #plz stop

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My ancestors, watching me dump an entire stick of cinnamon, two cloves, an allspice berry, and a generous grating of nutmeg into my tea, sweetened with white sugar and loaded with cream, while I sit in my clean warm house surrounded by books, 25+ outfits for different occasions, and 6 pairs of shoes, in a building heated so well I have the windows open in mid-autumn:

Our daughter prospers. We are proud of her. She has never labored in a field but knows riches we could not have imagined.