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gennsoup · 6 months
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I am writing this because they told me to never start a sentence with because. But I wasn't trying to make a sentence--I was trying to break free. Because freedom, I am told, is nothing but the distance between the hunter and its prey.
Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous
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Inside my Head - A Collection of Short Stories
"Silent"
experience or daydream: experience
characters: me, "my friend" (🌘), classmates, substitute teacher
setting: mid-April; Friday afternoon; high school
content warnings: queerphobia
Vibrant colors danced through the hallway as a content smile spread across my face. The bassline of the upbeat music I blasted through my headphones vibrated in every inch of my body as I absentmindedly walked to the beat; the muffled sounds of other kids talking and laughing could be heard beneath the sound of the music. I watched as my friend and I walked in sync, resisting the urge to comment on it. I glanced over at the large black pin my friend was sporting, with the LGBTQ+ flag in the middle and the words “Silence is Loud” printed across it, before carefully adjusting my own matching pin. He flashed me a small smile, which I returned almost instinctively as we walked side-by-side into our biology classroom.
I turned off my music, taking my headphones off of my head and setting them down on my neck. My friend and I began to cross the room to put our things down at our seats, only to find something that would wipe the smiles right off of both of our faces. 
My heart seemed to stop for a moment. My stomach dropped, and the content feeling I once possessed had somehow vanished. I gaped breathlessly, watching as my classmates passed around a crumpled flyer with the same design as our pins, laughing at and mocking it. 
One of them glanced at my friend and I’s pins, going quiet for a moment before scoffing and smirking, holding out the flyer for both of us to see.
“So-” he began, still laughing, “are you guys really not allowed to talk?”
My friend and I exchanged nervous glances before slipping past them wordlessly.
My attempts to calm myself down, and to hide how much I was shaking now, were quickly failing. I shot the substitute teacher a desperate glance only to find that she hadn’t looked up from her desk at all. Sitting down at my desk, I replayed the scene in my head and watched as the kids continued their insensitive mockery.
As I finally began to calm myself down, I heard the sound of something hitting the floor, followed by an eruption of laughter. My head snapped up to see the flyer, now completely rolled into a ball, laying on the floor next to my friend’s desk. They quickly snatched it from the ground and stuffed it in their bag. Their head was turned away from me so I couldn’t see his face, but somehow I felt I knew exactly what they were thinking.
40 minutes later, the last bell of the day rang, signaling the end of our day of silence. But as I walked with my friend out of the room, across the hall, and up the stairs, we stayed silent: not because we had to, but because there was nothing left to say.
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~ books read in 2023 ~
#9: The Sunbearer Trials by Aiden Thomas
“Careful! We don’t want to fuck up and get caught again,” Teo whispered as muffled voices bickered inside his backpack.
Rating: 5/5
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bookaddict24-7 · 3 months
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AUTHOR FEATURE:
﹒Mark Oshiro﹒
Six Books Written By this Author:
The Sun and the Star: A Nico di Angelo Adventure
Anger is a Gift
Each of Us a Desert
The Insiders
Into the Light
You Only Live Once, David Bravo
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Happy reading!
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ml-nolan · 4 months
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Heeeelloooooo! I'm doing a little review campaign for Love, Lies, and Cryptids with Booksprout between now and the end of the year. If you're interested, please DM me and I'll send you a link so you can get your review copy. 😊
(Or if you've read the book already and want to give me a Christmas present 😉, you can leave a review here.)
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thelegacyofgreyleaf · 2 months
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Stories from Kyoguild #1
The Falcon Takes Flight
By Eveline Brooks
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As the young tiefling girl comes to, all she can hear is the ringing in her ear from the initial explosion, the cracking and popping of the engulfing flame around her. A glowing red light is all she can see as what was once her home is suddenly falling to ruin around her. The elegant spires and structures of this methodically constructed monastery, which once would bustle with life of all shapes and sizes, is fracturing as the wood that makes up the structures splinters and pops in the inferno.
Yavari looks around at her surroundings. Dazed, she is able to make out the blue glow of the gem at the end of her staff. Being on the ground, she crawls through the rubble and debris to her staff. Upon grabbing it, the gemstone projects three glowing orbs that emit a golden aura. A shadow can be seen, they are tall, muscular, and massive. A boar-kin maybe? No. A half-orc.
The orcish figure exclaims, “Raeburn! Over here!” Yavari dashes out of the collapsing building as it comes crashing down. Upon stepping out of the blaze, she falls to her knees. Before her body is pulled to the ground by gravity’s magnetic force, she is grabbed by her shoulders and is pulled to her feet.
“What were you thinking? You could have been killed.” He says.
“My apologies, Archdruid Torrig.” She mutters barely. “The children. The fire. It was too much. It was too far late by the time we arrived.” Yavari releases a sigh as she falls unconscious.
Torrig looks up, with his student cradled in his arms, to watch the building crumble. As he gazes at the support beams, he thinks of the times his tutor would bring him to this temple to practice druidcraft and the Druidic language. The walls and books marked only by Druidic sigils. Each one, more unique and intricate than the last. They all give off a powerful, mystical feeling that only those who draw power from nature itself can understand. “Who could do such a thing?” He says, and as Torrig reminisces on the times of old, lightning strikes.
As the flash fades quickly out of the darkened night sky which is lit by the surrounding flames. An arrow pierces the back of Torrig. He lets out a mighty roar through his jagged asymmetrical tusks. His roar booms throughout the monastery, even after he’s stopped it continues to echo off the enflamed walls.
Torrig falls to his knees as a hooded figure, slim and tall, steps closer and closer to his back. With one quick motion and a second strike of lightning, the assailant plunges a jagged dagger into the back of the Archdruid.
Once again, the mighty half-orc lets out a roar that echoes the surrounding forest. Now his thoughts go from his childhood and upbringing, to his son. Now realizing that if he were to give up, he would lose everything. He wouldn’t be able to raise his son.
Torrig picks up his mace and swings it faster than any creature should be allowed to swing a weapon of such mass. The hooded assailant’s legs get shot out from underneath them. Yavari’s unconscious body falls out of his arms and naturally rolls into a tall bed of flowers. The patch of flowers are tall enough to completely engulf her.
The assailant mutters, “so long” As a wave of purple and gold energy blast is released from his hand, sending Torrig flying into the side of the building. The assailant stands up and looks around. “Raeburn!” He draws a blood red sword. The blade, slightly curved back to slice through it’s prey. The sword emits a dark mystical aura, one that could never be natural. “Ya-vaa-riii!” He calls out. “Damn, she got away. Who knows, maybe the inferno consumed her.” As he begins to walk away, Yavari regains consciousness.
Before getting out of the flowers, Young Raeburn simply asks one word: “Torrig?”
The hooded figure turns around with haste, a magical wind lifts him by the cloak and drops him on the bed of flowers. He raises his cursed blade and slashes through the flowers. As the flowers begin to rapidly decay and fall, there is no sign of Yavari. The only living being left is a single Falcon flying away.
The Falcon flies enough away to land on a tree, she turns back into herself. And there she is, Young Yavari Raeburn. Having lost it all, she begins to simply cry. As she does, the leaves begin to close in around her. The leaves contain her in what could only be described as a cocoon. Occasionally, her cries can be heard around the tree. And there, she waits, for whoever wills to get her down and help her resolve the murder of her tutor and the destruction of her home. Yavari hasn’t given up before. She never loses hope. She never loses faith in the nature of the world. But now, she’s at least questioning it.
“What could I have possibly done?”
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My audiobook is now live! Enjoy!
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booksbybrennon · 2 months
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“A 10, but…” with the cast of my novel: Home
Lake is a 10, but he broke his own finger during a school play
Ezra is a 10, but he can be overbearing
Maya is a 10, but she’s a mean drunk
Wyatt is a 10, but he knows it
Malik is a 10, but he pretends to lose video games to Tai
Tai is a 10, but they think they’re as big as Malik (Malik is 6’2 and Tai is 5’4)
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pattypoh · 2 years
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the lesbiana's guide to catholic school - by sonora reyes | book journal
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the-loneliest-skies · 3 months
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Little Blue Drowning Light
Little blue light, shining in the sea Little blue light, so close to me Little blue light, my guiding force Little blue light, dragging me down
Oh to be a sailor, with timers and dials To leave everything all behind To crash into a book and dive onto a couch To sink away into a world not quite our own To never have to worry again
But here i am tied to my light Keeping me up all night; Here i am, not studying, working, or dreaming Wrapped in the cold-warmth of my light— static drowning my ears and thumbs getting sore But at least, oh at least, at least I have my little blue light
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nicksbestie · 11 months
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ITS PRIDE MONTH AGAIN!!! i want to continue my pride!sos series so drop requests if you have them!!! HAPPY PRIDE EVERYBODY
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gennsoup · 2 months
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Tomorrow is tomorrow. Over there is over there. And here and now is not a bad place and time to be, especially when so much of the unknown is beautiful.
Ryka Aoki, Light from Uncommon Stars
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thelibrarysghost · 5 months
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✶ 10 Things That Never Happened by Alexis Hall ✶
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• Goodreads • Author •
Genres: Romance, Adult, LGBTQ+, Contemporary, Queer, Fiction
This book is Alexis Hall at his finest in my opinion. While I adore his historical romance books and more fantasy/fantastical tales there is just something so strong about his contemporary romances. The banter, the characters, the heart of it all.
In regards to the 🎧 audiobook narration- Will Watt brought such an extra wonderfulness to an already wonderful story. From the bright undertones of Sam to the uncertainty and hesitation of Jonathan he truly encapsulated so many feelings for these characters in his tones and inflictions. His accent really brings the whole thing together as well and makes the conversations and humor pop that much more.
This book is laced with the specific type of heart that only Alexis Hall seems to deliver for me. These characters had me laughing out loud one minute and wanting to cry the next. This book truly felt like making friends with the characters and rooting for them along the way to what you hope will be a HEA.
I honestly took my time over these last two days listening to it in increments because I just didn't want it to end. I would sell my soul for a second story of these two and I really hope Alexis and the publishers make that happen. (Please give Alexis all the money/permission so he can write more Sam and Jonathan!)
✶ Read more of my reviews on my Goodreads, or follow me on my Bookstagram for more frequent and up-to-date updates!
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~ books read in 2022 ~
#22: The Deep by Rivers Solomon, with Daveed Diggs, William Hutson, and Jonathan Snipes
“It was like dreaming,” said Yetu, throat raw.
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chains-in-the-night · 6 months
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The blurb that is going to be on my book
Azriel Woods is a good kid, or at least that’s what he thinks… will they be proven wrong? What will happen when he meets Zame Clark, a psychic who wants to help them? Will the two teens become good friends or… more than friends? What will happen when something that Azriel made comes back to haunt them years later?
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enragedpineapple · 1 year
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Working on the next chapter for Didn’t Mean To Fall In Love and I want y’all’s thoughts. During their big trip to the zoo, what’s something y’all would like to see happen?
Be sure to catch up on the fic! LETS GET IT TO 20k!!!
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