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dippinwrites · 10 months

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Farewell, For Now - pt. 1

He took a careful breath in, avoiding the sand and dust carried with the wind. Adjusting his cloak on his shoulders, he made sure his hood covered his pointed ears as much as it could before continuing on foot down the hot and sandy path. With each thump his feet made on the ground, small dust clouds puffed up and caught on the hem of his cloak.

Despite the stinging blisters on his feet, he kept on. The hotness of the ground below him caused his delicate skin to burn, and paired with the soreness of his muscles, he had half a mind to stop. But he couldn’t, not when he was this close. He chose to ignore that his footwraps had come loose and fallen off, and he chose to ignore the horrible feeling of fabric rubbing on his skin. He ignored the stinging in his eyes, and he ignored his weariness.

Just a little farther, he thought. He was numb.

Time seemed to smear together as his fatigue grew, and as if no time and all time had passed, he stood in front of the steel gates of Cirrec. His green eyes trailed up the shiny metal, seeming to glow as it reflected the sun’s light. He kept looking up, up, up, many feet above his head until the top of the gigantic metal skeleton was seen. Never before had he witnessed a man-made structure built so high. It made him feel so incredibly small.

The boy took a deep breath and closed his eyes before ducking his head and walking into the city. He kept his eyes glued to his feet, and people ran into him from every which way.

After a while of getting pushed around, he stopped. He pulled a neatly folded piece of brown paper from his belt and delicately opened it. His lips slowly whispered what was written on the paper, and he looked up, squinting as he examined the buildings around him. The boy looked from the paper to the road signs repeatedly, trying to make out what was written down. He finally managed to match the paper to a sign, belonging to a dark wooden building nestled between two worn down brick ones. It looked out of place.

Putting the paper back, he stepped toward the door. He heard the jolly shouts of drunken men behind it, bringing a small smile to his lips.

He reached forward to grab the doorknob and pushed the door open. The overwhelming stench of beer, blood, and sweat hit him like a horrible wave of sewage. The room was dim and yellow, but everyone seemed happy. But one man stood out.

Sitting at a table off in a far corner of the tavern was a large man covered over by a thick, dark cloak. A smaller figure sat next to him, clinging to him like a child. Maybe it was a child.

He looked closer and observed a strand of fiery red hair peeking out of the man's hood, and the yellow light hit his face just so he could see a freckled pale face and bright eyes. The boy thought for a moment about this man in the corner, thinking back to the description of the man he had been looking for. Red hair, pale skin, bright blue eyes. Was it him?

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darkriter · 4 months

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The Traveler Ch.09 is now available on my Patreon page Darkriter, Ink. A new chapter releases every week so come check it out along with short horror stories from the NOC Anthology and narrations of The Traveler chapters.

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thkrtm · 8 hours

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aiqbalauthor · 11 months

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Finding inspiration in every sip ☕️ My loving wife surprised me with this cup of motivation as I dive into the depths of my book. Grateful for her unwavering support and the fuel that keeps my creativity brewing. 📚✨ #WritingFuel #SpousalSupport #BookInProgress"

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drblackaustin · 3 years

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I made an OC a while back his name is Dr. black hopefully I can write a book on him I have a few pages done a Google doc his name is Benjamin Blackbeard he’s brother is Edward teach black beard this book would be historical fiction because it’s not real but it’s based on history he’s a plague doctor and he’s a pirate I don’t want to spoil the book but his sister died when he was 13 and his parents said that his brother did it when dr black was 15 Dr. black tried to get revenge on the way you get more history on Dr. black and what’s happening in the present time which is the 1700s

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gooberspooks · 3 years

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artoffairyworld · 3 years

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⭐ Oggi dalle 18, vi presentiamo "Sorridi, Romeo", in diretta Facebook e YouTube sui canali di @libreriebriviodueaosta ⭐ Link dell'evento Facebook ⤵️ https://facebook.com/events/s/presentazione-sorridi-romeo/1085805591908564/ Romeo è un bambino sensibile e vivace, che desidera una sola cosa: poter giocare con quello che gli va 💗 Scoprirà presto che la gentilezza può trasformare le lacrime in un bellissimo arcobaleno! 🌈 Ordinalo QUI ⤵️ o in BIO ⤴️ amzn.to/3gnRYj8 • • • • ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ • #fairyworld1984_illustrator #giorgiavallicelliillustrator #newbook #babeleeditore #sorridiromeo #ottoilbassotto #bookinprogress #romeoiscoming #rossellascalise #childrensbook #libriillustrati #libriperbambini #nuovolibro #giorgiavallicelli #instapic #picoftheday #digitalpainting #photoshopillustration #freelanceillustrator #illustratore #italianillustrator #illustrazionedigitale #childrenillustrator #childrenillustration #illustrazione #illustrator #digitalillustration https://www.instagram.com/p/COmobl4HCbe/?igshid=1gvw4itd3hbt2

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jngarrettart · 3 years

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Last teaser - tomorrow we’ll see it all as a finished cover image, AND…there may also be some news about the comic itself. Stay tuned! 🌱

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chelbyfarley · 4 years

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Book Update #1

As you may know, I am currently in the process of writing my very first book. I thought I’d go ahead and post a quick update about how it’s going. So far I only have about 20,000 words (roughly 55 pages). So, it’s very slow going, but I’ve been in a writing mood lately so I’m writing a lot more lately than I have previously. My goal is to have 40,000+ words by the end of the year. More would be ideal, but I have to be realistic here.

As for the story itself, I don’t want to say too much in case an idea thief is reading my updates, but I will say there will be a lot of LGBTQ+ and blindness representation throughout the book. So if you’re part of the LGBTQ+ community and would like to make sure you see yourself represented in the book please leave anything I should know in the comments, especially if you are in an underrepresented section of the community. I have firsthand knowledge about some aspects of the LGBTQ+ community, but don’t want to misrepresent anyone else.

I also wanted to mention that I will most likely create social media accounts specifically for the book once it gets closer to the release, but since I don’t have a name, cover, or estimated release date I will not create them yet. Until then you can get updates here or on any of my other social media accounts which are all my name, Chelby Farley, except Snapchat, which is chattychelby. I will try not to leave y’all hanging here for so long without an update in the future, but I update a lot more on my other social media. With that, if you have any questions feel free to leave them in the comments, and I will update y’all soon.

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alternativezen · 7 months

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The tree was a bitch to climb with all his stuff weighing him down, but David somehow managed. He didn’t have a build for athletic feats but reached the branch to the kid’s window even so. The branch wavered under his weight, but it didn’t worry him much.

Christopher gawked with his mouth wide open, staring at this man in dark clothes standing on a branch. The man who claimed to be the Grim Reaper. The one he knew about from television, movies, and old fables that Mom told him. But the old drawings depicted the Grim Reaper differently than this guy. For he was dressed in modern, cool clothes.

“You don’t look like the Grim Reaper.” Christopher challenged David.

“I get that more often than you’d believe,” he said, adjusting his coat as the branch moved with his weight. “However, I can prove it to you.”

“How?” Christopher asked. This David guy was making a big claim, and Christopher needed proof. He watched the man claiming to be the Grim Reaper reach into his coat.

David pulled out a mobile device. “Here, take a look,” he said while holding the device’s screen in Christopher’s eye line. Christopher leaned over the window sill to make out small pictures of his mom. There was some text, but it was difficult to read it. “If you can’t read it,” he said, but the boy raised an eyebrow. David had to think quick. “Let me in, and all will be clear. Plus, you have a document you have to sign.”

“What was this mistake with my mom?” Christopher asked in a monotone voice. What kind of place would Heaven be if they made mistakes like taking his mom away? God and Heaven were perfect. The facts about them were shaken inside Christopher.

“Yes, that, uh,” David stumbled to find his words, all the while balancing on the branch. “Okay, so we reap souls. Before you ask, yes, there are more than one grim reaper. We’re assigned to different areas of the world. Sometimes, depending on the location, the area could need more than a few, but that’s neither here nor there. So, your mother was scheduled to die. I was assigned to bring her in, but later, I found out there was a clerical error, and she wasn’t supposed to pass away.”

“What does that mean?” Christopher asked. “Does that mean she’s coming back?” Another chance with his mom filled Christopher with hope. This mistake would be a funny memory he and his parents would reminisce about later.

“Okay, whoa there!” David stopped the boy from assuming further. “There’s the complicated part of the whole thing. Once the soul leaves the body and crosses through the veil from the Living World to the Departing World, that’s it. A one-way ticket for the most part.”

“That’s not fair,” exclaimed Christopher. Although you wouldn’t tell from his monotone voice. Who was this David to say such a thing?! There were powers higher than him! If someone like Lazurus could be resurrected, then why not Mom! Christopher glared at David, but the expression didn’t seem to match.

“I know, boyo. Life sucks, and I get that. But the sooner we get this done, the sooner we can all move on. Could you let me in?”

“I can’t let strangers into my house, and why not bring this to my father.”

“My seniors at the top said you had to sign it. Also, I’m not a stranger because I told you that I know who your mom is.”

“Saying you know my mom is something a stranger would say.”

“Yeah,” David’s voice trailed off. “They would, wouldn’t they. . .” He adjusted his bag’s strap under his coat.

“Can’t you just come closer to my window, and I’ll sign it?”

“Uh…” David looked down toward the end, gauging the effort necessary to reach the window. He’d have to jump toward the window and grab on. “Okay, stay right there,” he said. He assured himself that he could do it and started for the window. Just get this done, he thought.

Christopher turned around and headed for his desk to grab a pen for this whole thing. What else could be done? Mom was gone. She crossed into Heaven as David pointed out to him. Just sign the stupid thing, he thought. The sooner we can get this done, the sooner he could move on with his life without his mom. He sniffled, returning to the window. He heard a yelp followed by sounds of something hitting the roof. It finally ended with a painful grunt that struck the grass below.

He looked over toward the window to see David was missing. Dashing over his window, he peered down at him lying on the ground. David moved his arm back and forth, trying to get back up, but all the wind knocked out of him. “Mr. David,” Christopher asked. “Are you okay?”

“Yep,” David said, the pain from the fall strained his voice. He held his hand against his head that bumped into the roof. “I’m just… I need a minute.” Being a cosmic entity meant one didn’t die in the most earthly conventional ways. They still felt pain, and this fall hurt. “Oh crap!” He grunted as he sat up erratically, patting his body. “Oh crap! Where is it?!”

“What is it?” Christopher asked, watching David fumbling on the ground. “Are you hurt? Do you need 9-1-1?”

“That’s not it! I can’t find my mobile device. Ugh, could you help me find it? Another pair of eyes would be helpful.” David threw off his coat to go through his satchel. “And it would not hurt if you could also bring a flashlight.”

“Okay,” said Christopher. He turned away from the window while shoving the pencil into his pocket. As slow as he could, he opened the door. The door still creaked as it opened in such a way as if it was asking Christopher where he was going. Ignoring it, he tiptoed downstairs, where he found a flashlight in a drawer. He flicked it on to see if it worked and turned it off.

Christopher came outside and saw David on his hands and knees. He was searching for his thing. Christopher knew how difficult it was to look for something in the grass. Especially when it was dark. He flicked on the flashlight and shined where David was looking. He appreciated the help and kept combing through the grass.

“Perfect!” David thanked him. “So I fell over here,” he pointed to a spot, “And my mobile was in my coat pocket just before I fell.” He and Christopher started searching through the grass. The flashlight revealed David’s device near the tree’s base. “A-ha!” He picked it up and gasped when he saw it was cracked. “Oh no,” he rubbed his eyes and groaned.

“What’s wrong, mister?” Christopher asked, turning off the flashlight.

“My screen is cracked!” David yelled. “Sorry, that’s not at you. I’m mostly upset with myself.”

“Well, could I at least sign your thing?”

“Yeah, that’s the thing. The document was gonna be signed electronically, and I forgot to bring a hard copy.” David stared at Christopher. He saw the boy, who had a blank look on his face. “Yep, that happened.” He groaned at his stupid mistake.

“So what does that mean now?”

“It means now I have to go to the repair shop. And they bugger me with offers about newer models. Although, I could hear them ou-”

“I’m talking about my mom.”

“Yes, that. Yes.” David rubbed at his chin strap facial hair, going deep into thought. What was left to do at this point?

“I could go with you,” Christopher suggested.

“No. No. Maybe. That could be. . .” David trailed off. He looked at Christopher deep into his sunken expression. “What are you gonna get out of this?” He held up a finger.

“Just a chance to get Mom back is all I ask.” Christopher fiddled at the end of his shirt. “Just a chance to speak to your boss.”

David rubbed his forehead, frustrated with how things played out tonight. “Okay,” he said, holding his hand up. “Let’s get some things straight. Rules, if you will. First, stay by me the entire time. Second, anything I say goes; we go by my lead. Third… are you okay with walking?”

“Yes.” Christopher’s tone came off as more of a question than an acknowledgment. “Couldn’t we just appear in heaven?”

“Uh… no. You see, my device was a portal key back and forth between worlds. That being said, we now have to travel through the Hereafter.”

“The Hereafter?”

“Yes, the Hereafter. The Power that Be made some changes.”

“God?”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, boyo. Let’s go.” David picked up his coat. He started walking with a direction in mind as Christopher followed him.

They walked for a long time past all the Fall Festival setups. There were empty tents, stages, games, and rides that weren’t moving. The town seemed so devoid of all life. Felt like something out of an apocalypse or a scary movie. Those movies he and Dad watched when Mom was out of town. Christopher remembered the one where a monster terrorized a group of friends on a farm. It gave him nightmares until he told his mom. She chewed out Dad so bad that night.

They came to the Timberlake Fields Memorial Cemetery’s front gates, which were locked. Mom’s final resting place was here, too. Christopher sniffled as he pictured his mom being put to rest here under hollow grounds. “Why are we here?” he asked.

“It’s our way into the Hereafter,” David said, pulling out a key from his bag to unlock the gate and pushing it open. “Okay, let’s go.”

“How do you have a key for the gate here?” asked Christopher, following behind David’s footsteps. The tombstones, trees, and how the wind moaned through the graveyard unsettled his nerves. He hugged himself.

“I have a key that lets me in anywhere, so long as my permission settings allow it. Before you ask, I couldn’t use it with your house because there wasn’t a soul to reap there. At least not now, so I must be invited in like a vampire.”

Given what’s happened so far, Christopher guessed that made sense. Although he surprised himself that he had followed this guy so far. He seemed harmless up to this point.

They came to an unmarked mausoleum near the far end of the graveyard, with trees surrounding it. David pushed on the door, but it stayed in place. “Damn it,” he cursed. “There should be something that unlocks this thing.” He padded around the door. “Like a button or something.”

Christopher eyed a nearby stone with one side covered in moss. He picked up the very light stone as if it had no substance at all. He turned it over, and it revealed a button. Without a second thought, he pressed it down, and the stone door opened.

David snatched the stone from Christopher’s grasp and gawked at it. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he scoffed, putting the stone back in its place. The door opened, and inside, there was a staircase that impossibly led past the mausoleum’s roof. “Look at that,” he said, impressed with the fancy stone door. “It’s like TARDIS rules.”

“Like from Doctor Who,” said Christopher. He used to watch the show with Mom. David snapped his fingers and pointed at him for catching the reference. He followed David up the stairs into the unknown. Into the Hereafter. For Mom.

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terrinakamura · 4 years

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Hey, guys. How are you? It’s spring and thankfully the flowers🌷and critters 😼 are unaware of the chaos.🙀 Here in Seattle, Steve Shulman, a long-time neighborhood friend and community leader died yesterday of coronavirus. 😢 A story in the @SeattleTimes reported his condition on Wednesday. Our oldest son was one of countless teenagers whose first job was working for Steve in his grocery store.🍎🥬🍳🧀 Yesterday during a Facetime call with our son & @queenhorsfall 👩‍❤️‍👨 we told them about the story. They Googled it and saw an update. Steve had died. 💔 We felt sad and shocked. What a difference a few weeks make. At the beginning of March I was skeptical about the barrage of panic-inducing stories. 😱 Now I’m being extra cautious and trying to stay calm. It was another week of self-imposed isolation here in beautiful Seattle. 🌸 I’m grateful I had to concentrate on final exams and projects as the quarter ended today. On Wednesday my book authoring class focused on announcing our books, which are set to publish in Dec. 2020. 📖 It’s a joyful and exciting thing, but it’s hard to feel joy and excitement right now.⚕️ About a year ago I started using Instagram as a blogging platform. 📝 I found it enabled more reach and engagement than my traditional blogs—things that bloggers want but can find elusive. 🔎 So, last year I started writing a book about it, then the book class came along serendipitously. 💻 I’m now doing research🔬 and I wonder if you are willing to help? If you're writing extended captions or posts, or know of someone who does, could you tell me or tag them here? 🔖 I’ll be researching what others are doing and want to set up some interviews. 💬 @ryanintheus is on my list and I spoke with @aeroems who suggested crowd-sourcing for help! 💐 Thanks, Em! I’m also looking to include some of your responses to my posts if my editor thinks they'll make sense for the book. I'll contact you if it happens. 💌 Please stay safe and sane 🙏 and thanks for your friendship and support! ❤️ #bookinprogress #caturday #catsofinstagram #catstagram #catinacupboard #cat #newspaper #catinthewindow #spring #seattle #coronavirus #covid19 #staysafeandwell (at Leschi, Seattle) https://www.instagram.com/p/B9_QsCQgagj/?igshid=176r53da6gqdf

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