#Original literary work

[lofijellydreamer08643]

Things That Are Infinite: Those Starry and Misty Eyes

Long ago, when the sky was a bit closer to the ground, hidden within the great mountains of the land was a small village in a great, lush valley. Its inhabitants were simple folk, rice farmers, and fishermen. And one extraordinary child named Luna. The whole town loved her and her family. Her father was a great fisherman, and her mother was a wonderful tailor who tragically passed away when Luna was born. What made Luna so special was her ability to float during a full moon. Because of her gift, every full moon, she and her father would climb up a hill by the village outskirts and gaze out at the stars. Luna’s father would tell her stories about her mother and how she watched over them from the skies, and that one day they would go with her. He would tie the scarf his wife made him around Luna to keep her from floating away, and it was their tradition.

But after one particularly cold and rainy day, the visits to the hill became quite scarce. Luna’s father came out of his room less and less, and Luna had no idea why. She didn't want to go to the hill without her father, but he had grown so distant that he did not even speak to her anymore. A few months went by. Luna was worried. Her father had not come out of his room at all. She decided to check on him and found him sleeping in his room. She spoke softly to him and nudged him a bit, trying to get him to wake up. But when she touched his hand, she found it to be very cold. Too cold. The reality of the situation dawned on her as she realized that in front of her was the corpse of her dead father. 

Overcome with shock and grief, Luna let out a terrible cry of anguish that could be heard all throughout the village. Immediately, the townsfolk rushed over to see what happened and, seeing the devastating scene before them, wept along with Luna. A funeral was held a few days later. When it came time to say goodbye to him in the casket, Luna couldn't even find the courage to look her dead father in the face. All she could do was cry into the scarf that was once her father’s. 

The town mourned, and Luna fell into a deep depression. No matter what the people told her, no matter what they did, nothing could bring her out of it. She never realized how much joy her father gave her each day. Now she could never have that joy back. Luna stayed in her room for weeks. Neighbors would occasionally come by to give her food and check up on her, but other than that, the most contact she had with the outside world came from staring at the sky from her window. As the starry nights passed, something resonated within Luna. A distant thought that came to her. That gave her a sort of strange peace. A thought that grew along with the waxing moon.

The night of the full moon came, and Luna was totally at peace. The moon was at its perigee, which made Luna’s power stronger. She felt the sky calling to her. With her father’s scarf in hand and sandbags to weigh her down, Luna made her way up the hill that she and her father always climbed together. As she traversed the hill, all the memories of her life and her father came flooding back to her. All the stories he told her, all the moments they shared, until finally, finally, Luna reached the top of the hill. Clutching the scarf close to her body, she stared up at the enormous moon and sky above. She removed the bags and lifted up off the ground, closing her eyes and crying, tears floating all around her. 

She cried and cried and cried for a very long time. When she finally opened her eyes, Luna found herself high among the stars. It was quite a beautiful sight to behold. All of them sparkling brilliantly, the colors blurring together from the tears in her eyes. As she took in the scenery, Luna felt peacefully empty. There were nothing but stars and her father’s scarf to keep her company. She drifted endlessly into the infinite void of space, her unceasing tears adding to the glimmering beauty of the night sky.

#poetry #original writing #original story #original work #original fiction #literature #writing #Fiction #authors of tumblr #sad writing #depression #Death #grief #sad #Original literary work #Literary work #thanks for reading #Words #spilled words #writers community #creative writing #First short story #Amateur writer #short stories #short story #parent death tw #Death tw #Trigger warning #I guess

[divinedoubts]

An excerpt from my WIP.

#excerpts #lit #literature #selections #excerpts of stories #writer #writers on tumblr #writings #writing #wip #current wip #work in progress #literary quotes #writerscommunity #writerslife #poetry #original

[watchingtheearthrise]

“You can’t tell me that reylo isn’t popular when the published fic sells well!”

Quick couple of questions here for you:

•Is it licensed as Reylo fic?

•Is it approved Reylo fic?

•Did Disney say you could publish Reylo fic in an official manner under their logo?

•Are Rey and Kylo named as Rey and Kylo in said fic?

•Is it still Reylo fic?

If the answer to these questions is “no” then congrats! You’ve just discovered that the ‘Published Reylo’ is not actually Reylo at all. It’s what you call INSPIRED. There’s a huge difference.

#antireylo #anti reylo #I don’t care if it was originally on a fanfic site as the ship in question #the second the names are changed and it’s published #it’s not a fanfic anymore #it’s an original work #and it’s not tied to the franchise #so all the money that they’re making is not being stolen from the corporation #like you like to claim it is #for a bunch of authors and literary analysts as some of you claim to be #I would hope you’d know the super basics of this #but I guess you don’t

[maareyas]

Humans can't hear the same range of frequencies that whales can. They can't sing in the same pitch as whale songs either. As if inflicted with the curse of Babel, Naida and her sisters can no longer understand eachother.

Whew this is missing like ALL of the context but here's an oc that I've been working with for a long while! Her name is Naida and she can never go back home :) She's really a sonic/Auros au oc that I humanized again (bc my hooman drawing skills were getting rusty). The specifics of her story is still in the works, but it's loosely based off the original version of The Little Mermaid.

#girl #original #digital art #oc #blue #artists on tumblr #tw eye strain #just in case since I think some of the colors here are a bit intense #my art #my ocs #oc: naida #red/blue/yellow color schemes really are my favorite #not necessarily to work with but to look at :] #I have Thoughts about Naida's story unfortunately I do not have the literary skill to execute it lmao #still fun to think about though

[richs-pics]

The Old Bell Chapel

This is part of the ruins of the chapel where Patrick Bronte preached before the family moved to Haworth.

#Brontes #bronte sisters #bronte country #ruins #ruined building #historical buildings #literary history #thornton #bradford #yorkshire #uk #photographers on tumblr #original content #original work #original photograph #all my own work

[poetatodameron]

CALL FOR LITERARY AND VISUAL ART SUBMISSIONS: DEADLINE APRIL 6TH

hi friends :) i'm starting a literary magazine called cigarette fire, and i'm looking for poetry, fiction (under 1500 words), flash non-fiction (under 500 words), and visual art submissions to include in the debut issue! i would love to publish your work 🫶

thematically, cigarette fire is a space for new writers and artists to take off as quickly as a cigarette butt can start a wildfire. i'd love to publish work that sparks imagination and catches readers' attentions quicker than a match strikes.

+++ feel free to share with writer and artist friends!

if you'd like to submit, dm me or email [email protected] with your work + a brief bio/about you statement! the website has more submission details.

please submit your work by saturday, april 6th, by 11:59pm. (i'll be publishing more than one issue, but i'd like to have the first one up as soon as possible!)

logistics: cigarette fire retains first serial rights, but all other rights revert back to the author upon publication. not able to compensate contributors at this time, but hope to do so in the future!

#writers on tumblr #writeblr #writerscommunity #writers and poets #writer things #writer problems #writing prompts #writing #poems on tumblr #poems and poetry #original poems #poetry #poem #poets on tumblr #poetsandwriters #literature #literary fiction #literary magazine #publishing #dark academia #light academia #books #bookaddict #booksbooksbooks #bookblr #call for submissions #original work

[bisexualamy]

i keep seeing "i've read fanfic better than some published novels!" passed around again and like. i'm sure you have. they're still two different mediums though and comparing them is not as descriptive as you're implying.

it's like saying "i've seen movies with better writing than some published novels!" i'm sure you have, but that doesn't really say anything about published novels though. they're two different mediums with two different sets of conventions trying to achieve, to some degree, two different things. just because fanfic and novels are two longform written mediums doesn't mean they're the same medium.

#if you've ever tried to adapt a fanfic to an original fiction work to submit or publish elsewhere you probably know this #it's an ADAPTATION if done correctly again illustrating that you're adapting a work from one medium to another #also yeah obviously what is published is not necessarily a marker of quality it's unfortunately often a marker of marketability #i thought we all knew this already like this isn't big news #this is not to say that getting published is easy and you do have to hit some baseline standard of quality #i've been doing the literary journal circuit for a while i think i'd be a hypocrite if i said otherwise #but in the same way there are a ton of talented local bands that will never have record deals #there are a ton of very talented writers who will never get a book deal #ren speaks #ok to rb

[lonely-lady-and-a-foxglove-man]

The old office was divided into two rooms; Rita’s office in the front and Juno’s in the back.

Rita’s was well… homey. She had a huge beaten up sofa covered in stuffed animals and fluffy blankets, and the walls where covered in stream posters and photos. She had stuck glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, walls, and floor, and every available surface was covered in paper spaceships. People would show up and wonder if they had accidentally gotten the address for someone’s apartment.

Juno’s on the other hand, looked a little like a crazed conspiracy nut from some edgy af stream had recently gotten caught in a tornado and had yet to get things sorted back out. The walls and ceiling where covered in papers and photographs connected by bits of thread creating a sort of three d mesh making it difficult to move around. The floor was scattered with more bits of paper, all covered in a strange, incomprehensible scrawl. To top it off, the one window was completely papered over with what looked like photo negatives. The one clear spot was in the center of the room, largely because that was where the rug was.

#the penumbra podcast #juno steel #rita penumbra #I'm just thinking about the office right now #Juno’s desk was basically a dresser 90% of the time so all of his office supplies where just laying around #the photo negatives become increasingly confusing when you remember that no one has used film in literary thousands of year's by this point #where he got a film camera is just a complete mystery to everyone who know him #he refuses to explain #the thing is that Juno’s office is actually extremely organized but only if you happen to be completely deranged #he's out here having a beautiful minds reenactment and meanwhile Rita is in the next room just absolutely vibing #rita’s policy is simple #her computer must be organized #her physical surroundings must be comfortable #she also has a full sized fridge #it was originally a mini fridge but she had to upgrade it because it just wasn't working out #it's actually fairly common for grateful clients to send Rita a new stuffed animal in thanks

[unproduciblesmackdown]

winnie & bagel

#corned beef #winston billions #philosophizing on my wynnstannery ''billions' accidental autistic character'' metanalysis style like #classic prank that there's a perspective that [autistic people = people both involuntarily and voluntarily worse than us(tm)] and yet then: #there is me an autistic person getting to lift these weights & hone the ability to look at this & how to use language around it #from those earliest origins of ''is tayston allowed'' to ''is saying winston is Autistic allowed''....call it quantentative #and the fact that from season four up to this very moment even the distribution of billions canon has in itself done an unimpeachible job #at enhancing the Literary Themes concurrent in my life. studio laughter & standing ovation #anyways it also meant realizing a whole like Genre / Movement in the oeuvre of my funny little drawings of a funny little guy for kicks #such that expands that oeuvre to better reconcile / resolve with my metaquantanalysis #and it's like going [making oil paintings of interior domestic scenes] mode lol. hell yeah #that is: the genre of ''a winston portrait that doesn't have; need; or ask for the implicit context that Anyone Else Cares or May Care'' #making it: ordinary and self-contained. not even ''by himself & having a particularly good or bad time.'' just an ordinary time. #tasks & situations that need not transcend anything at all. like yes having a bagel is a delight & a gift but it's in an Ordinary context #still here. scratch an itch. keep cat from knocking over showerside soaps. could be having an especial good time in any way but again such #that it needn't transcend or suggest it prompts any particular response from anyone else #that Self-Containment like [the void] of allistic ppl like ''the definition of ppl's autistacity: bringing it upon themself'' versus like #intergalactic multiuniverse quantum superpositions brain understanding of autistic ppl keeping to themselves #very much [we are not the same] perspectives lol. like working around to Getting the shit one was up to at like 3 or 7 or w/e yrs old #like but now i have all the language for why that's how things go for me & why it's Not [all the time / energy / language from others about #why that's wrong & worse & you bring it upon yourself etc]....like [you were nonbinary the whole time & still are but now Know Shit & can #convey &/or reject things w/nonzero / more precise language about it]....hand on shoulder nobody values you On Merit. & then you die. #wanting to draw some last night but it wasn't coming along great but it still came along Okay enough for this lol....also classic #going ''wow can't believe i might get to bear witness to them crumpling up winston & using the wall as backboard to toss him in the trash'' #after ''can't believe kompenso's electrifying / can't believe we're just in time for season 4 / can't believe i was here til june'' etc #can't believe winston might get an arc / can't believe winston didn't get an arc but still got an abusive relationship / can't believe #being a funny little peripheral guy is better for Character b/c of what the writing doesn't inflict & the space that frees up.... #anyways a true reconciliting revelation for my Quantent like oh This is the context that's not like swimming upstream #b/c it's also the context that [winston doesn't have to Merit(tm) being recognized as a person / would it be ''good'' if he seemingly did] #like the distilledly good timeline is one where nobody cares and he still gets to have a bagel and wear headphones.

[linguisticparadox]

I adore the 80 days trio bc Passepartout and Aouda are just instant BFFs Five Ever™️ united by their mutual love for this bonkers Englishman, like Passepartout is clearly HEAD OVER HEELS in love with Fogg but he's also SO FUCKING JAZZED about him marrying Aouda??? like?

Jealousy? Je ne la connais point BITCH!!!

#'je ne la connais point' means 'I don't know her' btw #does 'point' work here fjdjhf it just felt right idk #it's old-fashioned (or mb just very Literary) but this book is from goddamn 1872 so shhhh #awed #aw80d #<- may start using that bc I realized the other day that 'awed' is. an actual word 💀 #it's find when it's capitalized but it starts to be confusing when it's not #original #jean passepartout #phileas fogg #inspector fix #(does he have a first name omg) #and saving best for last #aouda #my beloved!!!!! #ok

[weirdly-enough]

reading this book in one of my classes about a girl who has wings and my teacher is going on about how unique it is as a concept and how the author is so clever and talented for addressing the realistic consequences of being part bird and i just have to sit here knowing that not only did i scroll through several thousand extremely similar works under the ao3 wingfic tag less than a week ago but most of them were actually much more well thought out and logistically sound

#like it was probably a relatively unique concept when this book came out but now... not really lmao #idk i just think its interesting to see the way trends in original works intersect with trends from fanfiction. very neat #also a little funny that under this criteria ive read unedited works by high schoolers that are on par with celebrated literary classics

[thtflns]

J. M. Hurowitz - Untitled - 2023 - pencil on paper - 22.5 x 30 inches

This is my most recent work, done specifically for a friend's 60th birthday. Like my other drawings, there are references to art, literature, science, history and other personal interests, as well as images with no special significance other than the fact that I felt like including them. And like my other drawings, my hope is that anyone viewing this work will take the time to make their own connections and interpretations.

#original work of art #drawing #pencil on paper #text in art #representational art #referential art #literary references #horror vacui #silhouettes #qr code #metaphorical #drosophila melanogaster/fruit fly

[ria-starstruck]

normal about them

translation from this post which is chock full of them

#sunblood #something something the way roxanne suppressed everything she/the cult deemed about herself to be wrong awful bad and yet all of that is ex #is exactly what makes up her godly form and even the fragile mortal shell/vessel she manages to reconstruct isn't unaffected by it #and yet petra accepts all of it bc she knows it already in some way or another even if she doesnt know quite the depth of it or quite all o #it something something...insert zamn here. sometimes my literary symbolism thematic prowess astounds even myself #i jest...unless? #art #i'll take care of you it's rotten work i'll do it #original character #original characters #comic #oc comic #euripedes #it's rotten work #briars_ocs #my_ocs #it makes me a little sad to think about the way that the roxanne petra knew really is dead. you know that new roxanne i draw petra with isn #isn't actually roxanne's form? like i said its just a vessel. it's just a smaller form she siphons some of her consciousness into in order #to interact with the mortal realm #when petra holds that one's hand or kisses that one or etc etc so on she's not doing it w the real roxanne as she exists now #dw she does def interact w actual roxanne (ascended/god/saint/monster/whatevertf form) quite a bit ofc #and um. well. im not going to keep talking until i talk my foot into my mouth. how about we leave it at the bittersweet emo part #honestly tbh i shoulda made the mortal shell reconstruction more conventionally ugly if thats the case :/ mayb i'll do redesigns one day. o #or maybe not. never intended these 2 to be as important in my life as like my other ocs/oc projects #but they somehow wormed their way in huh...funny how that works #idk why i talk so much in my tags.....i always get in a silly little mood when it comes to tags #also on the subject of :zamn: literary symbolism thematic prowess :zamn: hehe the way the panel cuts petra's head + the petra ascension au. #iykyk (only i know) #can u believe it i already made an au for my own got damn thing. this is so silly. ok it's about Time i got OUT of these tags

[weirderscience]

im gonna word barf about aus and why i use them. when i make aus i tend to focus primarily on exploring characters and themes under a specific situation- eg the roleswap au is about exploring what parallels and contrasts to dhmis.

dhmis to me is about conformity to norms and how the world is constantly telling you how and what to think about certain topics even though theres so much more to explore on any subject than the surface level. it’s about how episodic formats can stifle storytelling. its about how nobody really knows what theyre doing and theyre just trying to feel normal when everything is going to shit around them. its about inaction and passivity being beaten into you as a child. its about grief, and about mourning a past that distorts and warps itself to envelop your entire way of thinking, and the more you look back the stranger and more upsetting it gets.

so like, how can we explore that with the character archetypes we have? what themes and archetypes can we boil down to the very basics, what can be expanded upon? can we divorce the concepts from each other, or is it really the same media after being transformed so much? that’s what the fun of aus is to me. if that makes sense

#dhmis roleswap au #i used to do this kind of stuff with homestuck aus where id explore whatever the fuck was going on in specific parts of the story #via alternate timelines and swaps and stuff #its a good literary exploration tool #helps you get into what ppl think when theyre writing something #and informs your original work #labz.txt

[queerbuckleys]

If you do decide to write someone here runs a prompt page that can help with inspiration when it comes to RWRB. Not really a question but just a little brain nugget

i do follow them and there have been a couple that caught my eye but sometimes that isnt even enough to get things going :/

#ask aj and they answer #anon #i also find it harder to get into writing fic for originally literary works because the writing is so integral to the characters #and i want to get it right

[kryjjovnik]

This photograph depicts a cadaveric spasm in a drowning victim grasping grass from the river bank. Also known as postmortem spasm, this is the instantaneous rigor cataleptic rigidity —a rare form of muscular stiffening that occurs at the very moment of death and persists into rigor mortis. Nevertheless the condition itself is not part of rigor mortis, which is characterized by a progressive rigidity of the deceased body due to biomechanical changes in muscles occurring 10-12 hours after death. It is a persistent occurrence when it happens, and the individual will continue to hold that pose from death until putrefaction allows for decay of the affected limb. However, cadaveric spasm can be seen in archaeological remains if the affected limb is buried. While the cause is still unknown, it’s generally associated with violent or traumatic deaths and intense emotion. It’s mostly seen in victims who have ended their lives.

#forensics #rigor mortis #cadaveric spasm #not fully my words but i’ve woven a couple sources together #this image has been haunting me ever since i saw it on tumblr like 10 years ago but i can’t find the original source anywhere on the web now #when i saw it for the first time it had a very distinct source now i can only trace it back to forensic slides about postmortem interval and #a single article from 2013 which links it to a no longer functioning site #you have no idea how long it took me to find this picture just based on ‘uhh drown victim hand clutch soil?’ lol #i’m being a real nerd now but it also makes me think of #L'Inconnue de la Seine #or #La Belle Italienne #which if you don’t know is this infamous death mask of a girl who presumably died by s**cide and the 1900s people were bonkers about it #making a bunch of artistic and literary works inspired by it #her and this image aren’t directly related but my brain likes to group them together and i think there’s something in that  #she drowned in the seine river in paris btw