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"The Old Warrior turned back to the Halfling and stood over him with a dark presence. "You listen to me Kragfoot, you let Demascus twist your arm when you were celebrating seizing the Axe of Aranfell at Braust. You knew your mission was over, you were to return to Thorak and present the blade. Why? Why when it was so clear what had to happen next would you deviate from the path? For the hunnied words of a stranger? For the promise of hidden treasure?" The Halfling could barely speak, choking on tears as he fired back "For him! You know how this place gets. Who was I to deny Demascus Oathtaker one last adventure before being entombed in service and just when he'd proved himself so worthy." A fire burned in the Old Warrior's eyes. "That wasnt your decision to make!" But now resolve had steadied across Horace's face "Would you have done it? Had it been my father?" The words stung as they landed. The Old Warrior closed his mouth, swallowed hard, his lips thinned for a moment and he growled out through gritted teeth. "Why do you think I'm here?"
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#Snippets Ep 10 📸 credit: @sarah_piix
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"The Old Warrior turned back to the Halfling and stood over him with a dark presence. "You listen to me Kragfoot, you let Demascus twist your arm when you were celebrating seizing the Axe of Aranfell at Braust. You knew your mission was over, you were to return to Thorak and present the blade. Why? Why when it was so clear what had to happen next would you deviate from the path? For the hunnied words of a stranger? For the promise of hidden treasure?" The Halfling could barely speak, choking on tears as he fired back "For him! You know how this place gets. Who was I to deny Demascus Oathtaker one last adventure before being entombed in service and just when he'd proved himself so worthy." A fire burned in the Old Warrior's eyes. "That wasnt your decision to make!" But now resolve had steadied across Horace's face "Would you have done it? Had it been my father?" The words stung as they landed. The Old Warrior closed his mouth, swallowed hard, his lips thinned for a moment and he growled out through gritted teeth. "Why do you think I'm here?" . #Snippets  Ep 10 📸 credit: @sarah_piix . . . . . #story  #quest  #adventure  #dnd  #campaign  #landscape  #outdoors  #photography  #art  #shortstory  #blog  #snippetquest  #myth  #fable  #hero  #mindfullness  #mist  #mountain  #valley  #horizon  #view  #awesome  #inspiring  #halfing  #warrior  #fantasy  #forest  #trees  #elves 
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It was the first time I’d created collages digitally: the collages made from Irish photographs and newspapers from the time, as well as graphic blocks of colour and my own illustrations - @theartybarty #thesniper #liamoflaherty #shortstory #irishcivilwar #collage #sammelwerk #IGtakeover #independentpublishing #history #illustration
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Sia stood on the edge of the ledge, looking down 65 floors. She was swaying slightly, back and forth, counting the cars zooming past. From up here, they looked like the tiny toy cars her niece played with. She thought of her niece and felt a twang. Would she feel sad that her only aunt was gone forever? Maybe for a while, but then her brother would tell her how useless her aunt had been, she was sure of it. Far too many failed relationships, unhealthy habits, unable to hold on to a single job... was there anything she was good at? Her family didn’t think so and she was beginning to agree. She took a deep breath and looked out at the world one last time. 
Just as she was going to take the plunge, her phone rang — it was a FaceTime call from her brother. She contemplated ignoring it but then decided to answer. “Hi Bua!” cried out her niece. “I’m missing you so much, I have a new toy car I want to show you. Can you come over?”
Looking at her angelic face, eyes filled with hope and love, Sia slowly stepped off the ledge. “Sure baby, I’ll be there in half an hour.”
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Sia stood on the edge of the ledge, looking down 65 floors. She was swaying slightly, back and forth, counting the cars zooming past. From up here, they looked like the tiny toy cars her niece played with. She thought of her niece and felt a twang. Would she feel sad that her only aunt was gone forever? Maybe for a while, but then her brother would tell her how useless her aunt had been, she was sure of it. Far too many failed relationships, unhealthy habits, unable to hold on to a single job... was there anything she was good at? Her family didn’t think so and she was beginning to agree. She took a deep breath and looked out at the world one last time. Just as she was going to take the plunge, her phone rang — it was a FaceTime call from her brother. She contemplated ignoring it but then decided to answer. “Hi Bua!” cried out her niece. “I’m missing you so much, I have a new toy car I want to show you. Can you come over?” Looking at her angelic face, eyes filled with hope and love, Sia slowly stepped off the ledge. “Sure baby, I’ll be there in half an hour.” . . . #ShortShots  #fiction  #story  #shortstory  #writersofinstagram  #writer  #writerscommunityofinstagram  #writersofig  #blogger  #dubaiblogger  #dubaiwriters  #indianblogger  #indianwriter  #originalstory  #originalphoto  #poetsofinstagram  #poetrycommunity  #lovestory  #quotes  #quotestoliveby  #quoteoftheday  #quotesaboutlife  #potd  #postoftheday  #storytime  #storytelling 
Cover of my upcoming short story collection, thisconnect.
Each story is set in a different version of the future. 
Think dancers, programmers, genetic outcasts, graffiti coders, idols, and time travellers.
Expect motion tech, bio tattoos, robotic evolution, social media infused AI, and music as an energy source.
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Cover of my upcoming short story collection, thisconnect. Each story is set in a different version of the future. Think dancers, programmers, genetic outcasts, graffiti coders, idols, and time travellers. Expect motion tech, bio tattoos, robotic evolution, social media infused AI, and music as an energy source. ******** #writing  #read  #fiction  #scifi  #comingsoon  #ebook  #shortstory  #create  #imagine  #connect  #disconnect  #read  #reality  #future  #imagine  #tech  #socialmedia  #instagood  #art  #cover  #dystopian  #instacool  #speculativefiction 
✾short story✾同窓会編4
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✾It continues✾
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#aaaストーリー #shortstory #みつみさ #みつみさstory #宇野実彩子#日高光啓
✾short story✾同窓会編4 _____________________ 宇野side ・ ・ ・ 『日高の相手してやってくんね?』 ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ 秀太に言われた一言が私の心を惑わした。 ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ なんで、私? ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ 心のどこかで日高くんを意識している私がいる。 ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ だから、あまり考えたくないのに… ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ そんなことを思っていると ・ ・ ・ 日)あ、誰か俺呼んだ?笑 ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ また、こっちの席に来た日高くん。 ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ 次は千晃の隣じゃなくて、私の隣に座ってきた。 ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ちょっと位置が変わっただけなのに、意識してしまう私がなんだか自意識過剰のような気がして、恥ずかしい。。 ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ 伊)だから、呼んでないってば〜笑 ・ ・ 日)んー?おかしいな〜?笑 ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ 頭を掻きながら日高くんは私の方を向いた。 ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ 日)ね、宇野ってさ、彼氏いるの? ・ ・ 宇)え…急になに?笑 ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ 突然の質問に私は驚いて声が裏返ってしまった。 ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ 日)いや、気になって笑 ・ ・ 宇)別にいないけど… ・ ・ 日)ふーーん ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ふーんって…それだけ? ・ ・ なんで、彼氏いるとか聞いてきたの…? ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ なんで、私こんなに気にしてるんだろ? ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ 日高くんの横顔を見つめながらそんなことを考えていると ・ ・ ・ 日)…宇野、ツーショット撮ろ? ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ そう言いながら見つめてくる目が、何故か離せなくて、私は、ゆっくりと頭を縦に振った。 ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ✾It continues✾ ・ ・ 読んでいただきありがとうございます! ・ #aaaストーリー  #shortstory  #みつみさ  #みつみさstory  #宇野実彩子 #日高光啓 
So fun and liberating to use and discover a multitude of fonts. #shortstory #graphicdesign #typography
FLASH FICTION  Penemuan

Baru beberapa menit yang lalu, suami dan anak-anakku pergi bersekolah dan bekerja.
Rumah yang telah kami tinggali 21 tahun ini kini sepi, hanya aku sebagai ibu dan pekerjaan rumahku.

Meja makan yang semula kotor karena tumpahan susu coklat milik anakku yang paling kecil, sudah bersih kembali.

Memang, tangannya belum terbiasa mengangkat gelas susu yang notabene berat untuk umurnya.

Aku melintas dengan membawa keranjang kosong untuk mengangkut baju kotor anak-anakku. Terkadang mereka pun lupa untuk membawanya ke tempat cuci.

Aku memasuki kamar anak pertamaku. Ia laki-laki berumur 19 tahun. Wajahnya sangat mirip denganku. Sayangnya dia bukan tipikal penjaga kerapihan kamar dengan baik. Tak ayal aku harus menata buku-bukunya di meja dan yang berserakan di kasur.

Di kamar sebelah, adalah milik anak keduaku, anak gadis berusia 17 tahun yang sifat dan wajahnya mirip dengan Sang Ayah.

Aku terkejut karena mendapati kamarnya penuh sesak. Kardus dan berbagai bingkisan memenuhi lantai.

Aku masuk, berniat membereskan kegaduhan itu.

Jumlahnya 5 bingkisan, yang aku ingat adalah pemberian sahabat-sahabatnya kemarin sore. Ia baru saja ulang tahun 2 hari yang lalu.

Ada satu bingkisan yang baru terbuka separuh. Sebuah kotak dengan kertas kado merah jambu. Lengkap dengan pita cantik putih diatasnya.

Saat aku akan menatanya di kasur, kakiku terantuk kaki nakas. Kotak tersebut terjatuh dan menampakkan isinya.

Bukan hadiah layaknya baju atau tas atau bahkan sepatu. Hanya setumpuk foto dan sepucuk surat.

Aku memungutnya. Saat aku melihat isi foto-foto tersebut. Terpampanglah foto anakku itu dengan seorang laki-laki.

Laki-laki yang sama di setiap foto. Diikuti oleh surat berbentuk hati yang sudah terbuka namun lecek bekas diremas oleh tangan.

Aku tersenyum melihat itu.
Anakku, tidak pernah cerita apapun tentang kawan atau kekasihnya. Bahkan laki-laki yang ia suka pun, ia tak pernah cerita.

Dasar, sama seperti ayahnya. Menunggu aku diambil orang dulu baru ia bergerak. Dasar kalian sama-sama pemalu.

#flashfiction #shortstory #ceritapendek #writing
FLASH FICTION Penemuan Baru beberapa menit yang lalu, suami dan anak-anakku pergi bersekolah dan bekerja. Rumah yang telah kami tinggali 21 tahun ini kini sepi, hanya aku sebagai ibu dan pekerjaan rumahku. Meja makan yang semula kotor karena tumpahan susu coklat milik anakku yang paling kecil, sudah bersih kembali. Memang, tangannya belum terbiasa mengangkat gelas susu yang notabene berat untuk umurnya. Aku melintas dengan membawa keranjang kosong untuk mengangkut baju kotor anak-anakku. Terkadang mereka pun lupa untuk membawanya ke tempat cuci. Aku memasuki kamar anak pertamaku. Ia laki-laki berumur 19 tahun. Wajahnya sangat mirip denganku. Sayangnya dia bukan tipikal penjaga kerapihan kamar dengan baik. Tak ayal aku harus menata buku-bukunya di meja dan yang berserakan di kasur. Di kamar sebelah, adalah milik anak keduaku, anak gadis berusia 17 tahun yang sifat dan wajahnya mirip dengan Sang Ayah. Aku terkejut karena mendapati kamarnya penuh sesak. Kardus dan berbagai bingkisan memenuhi lantai. Aku masuk, berniat membereskan kegaduhan itu. Jumlahnya 5 bingkisan, yang aku ingat adalah pemberian sahabat-sahabatnya kemarin sore. Ia baru saja ulang tahun 2 hari yang lalu. Ada satu bingkisan yang baru terbuka separuh. Sebuah kotak dengan kertas kado merah jambu. Lengkap dengan pita cantik putih diatasnya. Saat aku akan menatanya di kasur, kakiku terantuk kaki nakas. Kotak tersebut terjatuh dan menampakkan isinya. Bukan hadiah layaknya baju atau tas atau bahkan sepatu. Hanya setumpuk foto dan sepucuk surat. Aku memungutnya. Saat aku melihat isi foto-foto tersebut. Terpampanglah foto anakku itu dengan seorang laki-laki. Laki-laki yang sama di setiap foto. Diikuti oleh surat berbentuk hati yang sudah terbuka namun lecek bekas diremas oleh tangan. Aku tersenyum melihat itu. Anakku, tidak pernah cerita apapun tentang kawan atau kekasihnya. Bahkan laki-laki yang ia suka pun, ia tak pernah cerita. Dasar, sama seperti ayahnya. Menunggu aku diambil orang dulu baru ia bergerak. Dasar kalian sama-sama pemalu. #flashfiction  #shortstory  #ceritapendek  #writing 
CITY NOVELS
A Girl Who Liked Blue. Part two.
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We were talking for hours, but suddenly she disappeared. Being scared, I had been sitting on my place for another minute. Hundreds of thoughts were struggling in my mind: Was she real? Was it a dream? Or I screwed up again? 
No. Certainly she was real. Her voice, her presence - everything was too natural to be an illusion.
Having paid, I ran out of the coffee house. I had to find her!
#citynovel #novel #story #shortstory #roman #astana #noir #blue #snow #monochrome #swipe #comment #like #soul #dark #streetphotography #fineart #fineartphotography #urban #architects
CITY NOVELS A Girl Who Liked Blue. Part two. Swipe and watch. We were talking for hours, but suddenly she disappeared. Being scared, I had been sitting on my place for another minute. Hundreds of thoughts were struggling in my mind: Was she real? Was it a dream? Or I screwed up again? No. Certainly she was real. Her voice, her presence - everything was too natural to be an illusion. Having paid, I ran out of the coffee house. I had to find her! #citynovel  #novel  #story  #shortstory  #roman  #astana  #noir  #blue  #snow  #monochrome  #swipe  #comment  #like  #soul  #dark  #streetphotography  #fineart  #fineartphotography  #urban  #architects 
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جابر ابونا من عمر عرفناه"
سوف يدوم ذكرك وترحم الناس عليك يا امير القلوب وحبيبها
رحمك الله وغفرلك
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‏#good_morning ☀️
‏#Buenosdíasamigos 👋🏻
، ، ، جابر ابونا من عمر عرفناه" سوف يدوم ذكرك وترحم الناس عليك يا امير القلوب وحبيبها رحمك الله وغفرلك ، ، ، ‫#ذكري_وفاه_الشيخ_جابر_الاحمد  ، ‬ ، ، ‏#respect  #power  #Powerful  ‏#inspiration  #hope  #life  #patient  #love  #follow  #dont_give_up  ‏‎#الكويت  #الخليج  #تصوير  #ايجابيه  #امل  #احترام #حب  #قوه  #noonvlog  #تفاؤل  ‏‎‏ #lovemyourself  #shortstory  #believe  #positivevibes  #positivequotes  #كتاباتي  , , , , ‏‎#صباح_الخير_جميعا ً 💕🙋🏻 ‏#good_morning  ☀️ ‏#Buenosdíasamigos  👋🏻
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Etipoczycy jeżdżą jak Lubliniaki po Warszawie. Jednego z moich kierowców, udzielającego chyba po godzinach wykładów coachingowych w BORze, musiałem pacnąć gdy zaczął wyprzedzać autobus... prawym poboczem.

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Jeszcze się tli. Dość częsty widok na etiopskich drogach. Spalone cysterny, przewrócone ciężarówki. Stoją tak tygodniami, wymijane przez kierowców służą za obiekt zabaw okolicznej dzieciarni i cierpliwie czekają na amharskiego Edka i Krzykacza. Etipoczycy jeżdżą jak Lubliniaki po Warszawie. Jednego z moich kierowców, udzielającego chyba po godzinach wykładów coachingowych w BORze, musiałem pacnąć gdy zaczął wyprzedzać autobus... prawym poboczem. #podroze  #podróże  #etiopia  #ethiopia  #samochody  #motoryzacja  #cars  #wypadek  #cysterna  #blog  #blogpodrozniczy  #travel  #traveling  #wanderlust  #adventure  #afryka  #zplecakiem  #africa  #wanderlust .pl #ksiazki  #książki  #book  #books  #zaczytani  #czytambolubie  #czytam  #shortstory  #opowiadania  #booklover  #bookstagram  #warszawa 
I was tutoring a boy yesterday who was Black and about 7 years old. He was struggling to understand probabilty terms like possible, impossible and certain.
So I went through each one, asked for an example of a scenario and if he struggled to provide an example,I gave him a definition.He got to possible/certain,
I think most likely possible and said something along the lines of 'like a black person marrying a white person'.His innocence made me smile but when I think about it,I think how sad. How sad that he has to be taught formally that a black person can marry a white person. Rhetoric using the *can* or the *should be able to*  terms of acceptabilty are what make this situation inherently sad.
The fact that it is an example of something that is possible, is wrong.
It implies that there is a way, a chance for white and black people to get married - when our rhetoric on this matter should be neutral.
Why is the topic of black and whites getting married even under discussion or under a degree of acceptability? Why are are we talking about it like it is a probabilty? We know this happens when children say it. They are a mirror of society. Where have they learnt this worldview?
This 'revolutionary' thinking that makes a white marrying a black person ok? OK. What?  More like human.
More like normal.More like not on a degree of acceptable but just normal/the standard.And while the idea that black and whites can marry has to an extent expired,the very nature of the statement/forward thinking that now accepts them to marry, is what makes me sad.And what makes me more sad is that this ideology in some form or the other still exists. 
I chose the picture above for this post because love is not confied to a race. And most importantly, humanity does not have a colour. 
Working with Black children has made me more concious and sensitive on such matters. I see my Black students as humans who are special and unique like every other colour child in the centre. And I hope society can TRULY recognise this one day. 
#humanity #love #children #writing #writingcommunity #story #shortstory #equality #humans #writersofinstagram
I was tutoring a boy yesterday who was Black and about 7 years old. He was struggling to understand probabilty terms like possible, impossible and certain. So I went through each one, asked for an example of a scenario and if he struggled to provide an example,I gave him a definition.He got to possible/certain, I think most likely possible and said something along the lines of 'like a black person marrying a white person'.His innocence made me smile but when I think about it,I think how sad. How sad that he has to be taught formally that a black person can marry a white person. Rhetoric using the *can* or the *should be able to*  terms of acceptabilty are what make this situation inherently sad. The fact that it is an example of something that is possible, is wrong. It implies that there is a way, a chance for white and black people to get married - when our rhetoric on this matter should be neutral. Why is the topic of black and whites getting married even under discussion or under a degree of acceptability? Why are are we talking about it like it is a probabilty? We know this happens when children say it. They are a mirror of society. Where have they learnt this worldview? This 'revolutionary' thinking that makes a white marrying a black person ok? OK. What? More like human. More like normal.More like not on a degree of acceptable but just normal/the standard.And while the idea that black and whites can marry has to an extent expired,the very nature of the statement/forward thinking that now accepts them to marry, is what makes me sad.And what makes me more sad is that this ideology in some form or the other still exists. I chose the picture above for this post because love is not confied to a race. And most importantly, humanity does not have a colour. Working with Black children has made me more concious and sensitive on such matters. I see my Black students as humans who are special and unique like every other colour child in the centre. And I hope society can TRULY recognise this one day. #humanity  #love  #children  #writing  #writingcommunity  #story  #shortstory  #equality  #humans  #writersofinstagram 
The door hangs off its hinges and half open, half in half out with nettles tall and full of menace, discouraging entry.
Half the roof sags, thatch once golden..now sodden and blackened, on an inward downward slide to the kitchen floor.  An Ash tree stretches, long limbed out beyond the chimney pots, reaching for the sunlight, away from the smells of decay and mould.
It was a great house for tea - tins now rusting give testimony, sitting on the old dresser.  Somebody had smoked Woodbine cigarettes and never liked to run short of those either. In the window, a statue of the Blessed Virgin  sits alone with her back to the wild Atlantic. She is serene...her shadow cast upon the wall by fading silver winters light. Somewhere outside, a whistle bids a dog come back, the sheep answer in return. It's time to go...I say a prayer..God rest all here...and as I leave, the crows come home to roost. #home #abandoned #memories #blackandwhitephoto #time #whispers #memories #writing #shortstory #ireland
The door hangs off its hinges and half open, half in half out with nettles tall and full of menace, discouraging entry. Half the roof sags, thatch once golden..now sodden and blackened, on an inward downward slide to the kitchen floor. An Ash tree stretches, long limbed out beyond the chimney pots, reaching for the sunlight, away from the smells of decay and mould. It was a great house for tea - tins now rusting give testimony, sitting on the old dresser. Somebody had smoked Woodbine cigarettes and never liked to run short of those either. In the window, a statue of the Blessed Virgin sits alone with her back to the wild Atlantic. She is serene...her shadow cast upon the wall by fading silver winters light. Somewhere outside, a whistle bids a dog come back, the sheep answer in return. It's time to go...I say a prayer..God rest all here...and as I leave, the crows come home to roost. #home  #abandoned  #memories  #blackandwhitephoto  #time  #whispers  #memories  #writing  #shortstory  #ireland 
Over 100 entries, 4 finalists, 1 winner! 💝✨The Best Villain Fairytale Competition! 😈

My entry came up as one of the four finalists! A retelling of the classic tale by Brothers Grimm - told in the view of my alter ego, Fantasy Investigator and Detective, Polkadot, with a twist of mystery and a touch of Agatha Cristie. 💕🌹 👉👉 A quick 5 minute read on Fairytales.com! Link in bio 💞

#fairytalez #rapunzel #prince #princesses #witch #fairytale #amwriting #amwritingfantasy #amreading #shortstory #magic #lovestory #sad #crime #detective #agathacristie #mystery #case #solve #writer #tragedy#tragic #murder #guilty #tower #retelling #brothersgrimm #hanschristiananderson #competition #2018writing
Over 100 entries, 4 finalists, 1 winner! 💝✨The Best Villain Fairytale Competition! 😈 My entry came up as one of the four finalists! A retelling of the classic tale by Brothers Grimm - told in the view of my alter ego, Fantasy Investigator and Detective, Polkadot, with a twist of mystery and a touch of Agatha Cristie. 💕🌹 👉👉 A quick 5 minute read on Fairytales.com! Link in bio 💞 #fairytalez  #rapunzel  #prince  #princesses  #witch  #fairytale  #amwriting  #amwritingfantasy  #amreading  #shortstory  #magic  #lovestory  #sad  #crime  #detective  #agathacristie  #mystery  #case  #solve  #writer  #tragedy #tragic  #murder  #guilty  #tower  #retelling  #brothersgrimm  #hanschristiananderson  #competition  #2018writing 
I had written this piece many many years ago, sometime around 2011. It was buried somewhere on my laptop. Re-reading things one wrote long ago gives a fresh perspective on things :) hope u enjoy reading it as well..
-C.B.
#scribe #story #writing #shortstory #stories #shortstories #race #written #writersofinstagram #creativewriting #wordsmith #life #storytelling #storyteller #writersden #storytime #writers #write #shewrites #spilledink #writers_den_ #microstories #wordgasm #feelinggrateful #gratitudeattitude  #inspiredliving #singaporeig #inspiredlife #gratitudejournal #life #lifeisbeautiful
I had written this piece many many years ago, sometime around 2011. It was buried somewhere on my laptop. Re-reading things one wrote long ago gives a fresh perspective on things :) hope u enjoy reading it as well.. -C.B. #scribe  #story  #writing  #shortstory  #stories  #shortstories  #race  #written  #writersofinstagram  #creativewriting  #wordsmith  #life  #storytelling  #storyteller  #writersden  #storytime  #writers  #write  #shewrites  #spilledink  #writers_den_  #microstories  #wordgasm  #feelinggrateful  #gratitudeattitude  #inspiredliving  #singaporeig  #inspiredlife  #gratitudejournal  #life  #lifeisbeautiful 
A dialogue by one of the characters from a story I am currently writing. Lemme know if you disagree with her?
#writing #dialogue #musings #quotes #quotesaboutlife #shortstory #romance #lovequotes #original #lifelessons
Extrañaba los días en que mis palabras contaban más historias sobre lo que sentía que lo que escuchaba. Y hoy he aprendido una lección que seguro olvidaré pronto: seguimos siendo la raza animal que más cree en la voz de los muertos. Así como en la foto, he vivido sin darme cuenta, esquivando mi frente, distraído con lo que me pasa de lado, con lo que se queda atrasado. Sentirse bien en las malas circunstancias se vuelve pesado, un alivio a medias; sentirse vivo entre tanta sangre es más común que soñar. Y estas noches he aprendido a diferenciar los múltiples sabores de la vida en un mismo trago.  No sé cuál fue la vida que yo pedí, no sé cuál es mi mayor propósito en esta época más allá que vivirla, no sé muchas cosas que ahora prefiero no averiguar, solo respirar y sonreír completo sin voltear a mirar la culpa, a masticar con gozo sin distraerme con la hambruna, a bailar imparable sin afectar el luto... y ver si consigo atraer las miradas que se han perdido en jornadas perpetuas, que vean que sí se puede ir por un rumbo claro, mirando el horizonte y despertar con la certeza de que estamos más cerca. Merezco permitirme creer, vivir y errar sin padecer. Quiero equivocarme con consciencia y, al menos, saber que lo viví, pero no volverme adicto. Es que necesito seguir, a mi ritmo. Aunque los pasos ahínquen, debo levantarme y seguir. 
Voy a levantarme y seguir. .
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#RMMillan
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#antioquia #cover #avila #boaNoite #writing #writer #escritor #story #colombia #script #screenplay #tbt #shortstory #medellin #literature #boy #desert #photooftheday #gopro #photo #me #tolima #poetry #Venezuela #Caracas #movie #igers #nature #book
Extrañaba los días en que mis palabras contaban más historias sobre lo que sentía que lo que escuchaba. Y hoy he aprendido una lección que seguro olvidaré pronto: seguimos siendo la raza animal que más cree en la voz de los muertos. Así como en la foto, he vivido sin darme cuenta, esquivando mi frente, distraído con lo que me pasa de lado, con lo que se queda atrasado. Sentirse bien en las malas circunstancias se vuelve pesado, un alivio a medias; sentirse vivo entre tanta sangre es más común que soñar. Y estas noches he aprendido a diferenciar los múltiples sabores de la vida en un mismo trago. No sé cuál fue la vida que yo pedí, no sé cuál es mi mayor propósito en esta época más allá que vivirla, no sé muchas cosas que ahora prefiero no averiguar, solo respirar y sonreír completo sin voltear a mirar la culpa, a masticar con gozo sin distraerme con la hambruna, a bailar imparable sin afectar el luto... y ver si consigo atraer las miradas que se han perdido en jornadas perpetuas, que vean que sí se puede ir por un rumbo claro, mirando el horizonte y despertar con la certeza de que estamos más cerca. Merezco permitirme creer, vivir y errar sin padecer. Quiero equivocarme con consciencia y, al menos, saber que lo viví, pero no volverme adicto. Es que necesito seguir, a mi ritmo. Aunque los pasos ahínquen, debo levantarme y seguir. Voy a levantarme y seguir. . . #RMMillan  . . . . . . . . . . . . #antioquia  #cover  #avila  #boaNoite  #writing  #writer  #escritor  #story  #colombia  #script  #screenplay  #tbt  #shortstory  #medellin  #literature  #boy  #desert  #photooftheday  #gopro  #photo  #me  #tolima  #poetry  #Venezuela  #Caracas  #movie  #igers  #nature  #book 
"I Fell in Love with My Shadow"
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#vscocam 
#depression 
#nerezza (darkness) 
#shortstory 😍
Lubicie czytać krótką formę, historię zamkniętą w kilkunastu stronach? W serii Literatura Chińska XXI Wieku znajdziecie aż 6 tomów chińskich opowiadań. Zapraszamy do lektury entuzjastów kultury chińskiej i nie tylko!
#książki #czytam #opowiadania #Chiny #books #shortstory #bookstagram #Toruń #China
Another excerpt from an unfinished story which I began to write on December 21, 2016.
My work on it came to an abrupt halt last January 21. A week later, I would start writing poems, whose themes are frequently related to this story and real-life events connected to it.
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Time since then, if anything, has only made the emotions and feelings connected to this story and my writing in general grow stronger and more intense; as though it has broken its rules on a few significant elements connected to its own flow, and how it’s supposed to come about.
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To the Muse of Life and Infinite Sadness; back then, just the Muse of Life, and the woman who inspired all of the words above, among many others. The Infinite Sadness was added to her name due to this very story and her reaction to it, which was far, extremely far from positive. -
And I still can’t help wondering if she might see it all for what it is one day...
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#poem #poetry #spilledink #the_mourning_that_never_fades #prose #laymedown #scarsthathealyetnevermend #verses #fueledbyrocknroll #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #creativewriting  #poetsofinstagram #December2016 #January2017 #poetryhive  #wounds #blueeyes #brownhair #mistakes #redemption #nothingcompares2u #spokeinthewheel #thelastgoodbye #shortstory #fiction #birds #children #bärenplatz
Another excerpt from an unfinished story which I began to write on December 21, 2016. My work on it came to an abrupt halt last January 21. A week later, I would start writing poems, whose themes are frequently related to this story and real-life events connected to it. . Time since then, if anything, has only made the emotions and feelings connected to this story and my writing in general grow stronger and more intense; as though it has broken its rules on a few significant elements connected to its own flow, and how it’s supposed to come about. . - To the Muse of Life and Infinite Sadness; back then, just the Muse of Life, and the woman who inspired all of the words above, among many others. The Infinite Sadness was added to her name due to this very story and her reaction to it, which was far, extremely far from positive. - And I still can’t help wondering if she might see it all for what it is one day... - . #poem  #poetry  #spilledink  #the_mourning_that_never_fades  #prose  #laymedown  #scarsthathealyetnevermend  #verses  #fueledbyrocknroll  #writingcommunity  #poetrycommunity  #creativewriting  #poetsofinstagram  #December2016  #January2017  #poetryhive  #wounds  #blueeyes  #brownhair  #mistakes  #redemption  #nothingcompares2u  #spokeinthewheel  #thelastgoodbye  #shortstory  #fiction  #birds  #children  #bärenplatz 
Unbreakable |
It seems like it was yesterday
When I held him for the first time,
So tiny he was... So ugly and perfect at the same time.
I knitted a bond that night,
Stronger than circumstances, feelings,
Thoughts,
Stronger than space and time.
I made a promise to myself
An unprecedented one,
"I will love you, walk beside you, back and forth,. I will always protect you; 
always; for the rest of my life".
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Despite I was only 9 years old
And he couldn't understand a single word,
I believe we both felt the power they gave off.
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Now, he has grown into a wonderful young man who I couldn't be more proud of.
And... It might be for that promise I made
So long ago,
That he feels me still,
Even when my presence remains far away.
That's love.
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To my brother, who took this picture thinking of me. 
Who gives sense to the word "Forever".
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I'd like to expressively thank @literary_bard ,
For her recent post "Forever"
Inspired me to look backwards,
Looking for the "Forevers" of my life,
Making me to stop in the only and most important one.
Unbreakable | It seems like it was yesterday When I held him for the first time, So tiny he was... So ugly and perfect at the same time. I knitted a bond that night, Stronger than circumstances, feelings, Thoughts, Stronger than space and time. I made a promise to myself An unprecedented one, "I will love you, walk beside you, back and forth,. I will always protect you; always; for the rest of my life". ~ Despite I was only 9 years old And he couldn't understand a single word, I believe we both felt the power they gave off. ~ Now, he has grown into a wonderful young man who I couldn't be more proud of. And... It might be for that promise I made So long ago, That he feels me still, Even when my presence remains far away. That's love. ~ To my brother, who took this picture thinking of me. Who gives sense to the word "Forever". _____________________________________________ 🍀🌱🍂🌿🍃🌳🌾🌱🌿🌳🍀🍃🌴🍁🌱🌿🍂🌳🌲🍀🍃🌴🌿🌳🌱🍁🌴🌱🌿🍀🍃🍂🌷🌳 _____________________________________________ I'd like to expressively thank @literary_bard , For her recent post "Forever" Inspired me to look backwards, Looking for the "Forevers" of my life, Making me to stop in the only and most important one.
A new short story. Sci-fi today.
http://firesideepic.com/stories/aggressives-below/

#scifi #sci-fi #alienware #alienplanet #aliensoldier #aliens #writerscommunity #shortstory
I understand that there are different types of writers. Some writers are decision makers, so it doesn't take them long to create chapter titles, book covers, etc. because they're sold on their decisions right away. But that's not everyone's testimony. In fact, I know of a few writers who like to let their work sit for a while, and they come back to it days and weeks (and even years) later to make sure it's what they really want to share. Whatever type of writer you are, I believe these three writing hacks will help you write your book in less time than you think is necessary.
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1 || Put your book in a 3-ring binder so you know it’s real.
This may sound cheesy and pretentious all at the same time, but it works. Sometimes, we get so tied to our computers/laptops that we cannot see our writing progress or lack thereof.
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READ MORE ON THE BLOG. #LinkInBio
I understand that there are different types of writers. Some writers are decision makers, so it doesn't take them long to create chapter titles, book covers, etc. because they're sold on their decisions right away. But that's not everyone's testimony. In fact, I know of a few writers who like to let their work sit for a while, and they come back to it days and weeks (and even years) later to make sure it's what they really want to share. Whatever type of writer you are, I believe these three writing hacks will help you write your book in less time than you think is necessary. ▪️ 1 || Put your book in a 3-ring binder so you know it’s real. This may sound cheesy and pretentious all at the same time, but it works. Sometimes, we get so tied to our computers/laptops that we cannot see our writing progress or lack thereof. ▪️ READ MORE ON THE BLOG. #LinkInBio 
Hello guys,

I finally finished the Cover of s short Story, written by my friend Marlies Lansche. It's about some strange happenings on a strawberryfield.... I'll start drawing another version despite that i like it. Especially the witch and the red One :-D

See you ❤

Endlich bin ich fertig damit! So vieles hat mich in den vergangenen Tagen vereinnahmt. Die üblichen Sachen, nichts besonderes, aber trotzdem wurde ich so langsam unruhig und musterte jeden Tag der verging immer sehnsüchtiger meine Farben und Pinsel. 
Hier seht ihr das Titelbild zu einer Kurzgeschichte, geschrieben von meiner Freundin Marlies Lansche. Es geht darum um seltsame Vorkommnisse auf einem verzauberten Erdbeerfeld.

Ich werde vermutlich nochmal eine Version dieses Bildes zeichnen. Einfach so, weil's Spaß macht, haha.

#comic #coloured #bunt #zeichnen #malen #colourful #brush #watercolour #watercolor #aquarell #manga #shortstory #cover #comiccover #witch #strawberrycake #strawberries
Hello guys, I finally finished the Cover of s short Story, written by my friend Marlies Lansche. It's about some strange happenings on a strawberryfield.... I'll start drawing another version despite that i like it. Especially the witch and the red One :-D See you ❤ Endlich bin ich fertig damit! So vieles hat mich in den vergangenen Tagen vereinnahmt. Die üblichen Sachen, nichts besonderes, aber trotzdem wurde ich so langsam unruhig und musterte jeden Tag der verging immer sehnsüchtiger meine Farben und Pinsel. Hier seht ihr das Titelbild zu einer Kurzgeschichte, geschrieben von meiner Freundin Marlies Lansche. Es geht darum um seltsame Vorkommnisse auf einem verzauberten Erdbeerfeld. Ich werde vermutlich nochmal eine Version dieses Bildes zeichnen. Einfach so, weil's Spaß macht, haha. #comic  #coloured  #bunt  #zeichnen  #malen  #colourful  #brush  #watercolour  #watercolor  #aquarell  #manga  #shortstory  #cover  #comiccover  #witch  #strawberrycake  #strawberries 
'I thought you said this is just gonna be a friendly dinner. Who am I kidding. Well, let me spell it out to you and please this time make your thick skull a little permeable. I can't go out with you, hon.' ----'I actually got your message the first time, I'm just curious as to why. From my little sniffing around, I heard you're pretty much single' He said feeling smart and then decided to reward himself with a glass of water. ------'Oh yeah, well from my sniffing around, I heard your bank account is in its menstrual cycle.' She croaked -----He nearly choked on the water. He chewed on the word for a while and then replied 'Well it's just my period. I'm sure you know it will go away. This time I'm aiming to be pregnant, heavily, if you know what I mean.' -----'Hmmm' -----'Absolutely' -----'Well, until then. I don't mingle with broke guys and I can't live on promises' ----'O ye of little faith. Don't you know I walk on water.' -----'Prove it!' She pushed her glass of water towards him and commanded ' Turn this water to wine' -------'Oh really! Challenge accepted. Waiter! Please take this water away and bring your finest wine. ' ------For the first time, she smiled. 'It does seems that Quest truly means business' she teased.

Story by Yobolus
Photo credit: Shutterstock
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'I thought you said this is just gonna be a friendly dinner. Who am I kidding. Well, let me spell it out to you and please this time make your thick skull a little permeable. I can't go out with you, hon.' ----'I actually got your message the first time, I'm just curious as to why. From my little sniffing around, I heard you're pretty much single' He said feeling smart and then decided to reward himself with a glass of water. ------'Oh yeah, well from my sniffing around, I heard your bank account is in its menstrual cycle.' She croaked -----He nearly choked on the water. He chewed on the word for a while and then replied 'Well it's just my period. I'm sure you know it will go away. This time I'm aiming to be pregnant, heavily, if you know what I mean.' -----'Hmmm' -----'Absolutely' -----'Well, until then. I don't mingle with broke guys and I can't live on promises' ----'O ye of little faith. Don't you know I walk on water.' -----'Prove it!' She pushed her glass of water towards him and commanded ' Turn this water to wine' -------'Oh really! Challenge accepted. Waiter! Please take this water away and bring your finest wine. ' ------For the first time, she smiled. 'It does seems that Quest truly means business' she teased. Story by Yobolus Photo credit: Shutterstock #stories  #author  #authorsofinstagram  #couple  #writer  #shortstory  #banter  #sleek 
Words remain unsaid 
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N O U V E L LE C H R O N I Q U E sur mon blog & celui de @hopsouslacouette 🇨🇦 à propos de notre challenge NOUVELLES en MAI! Venez nous lire 😊 #challenge  #shortstory  #shortstories  #nouvelles  @editionsalbinmichel
° u n d e r  p r e s s u r e ° 🖤 ‎i'm an outcast ‎a black sheep ‎a rainbow in a world of gray ‎and yet i victimized myself ‎by trying to fit in ‎where i do not belong ‎
i let peer pressure suppress me
peer pressure from the audience i made up in my mind
former lovers, old friends, family members who neglected me 🖤

although these spectators 
left the scene 
a long time ago, 
in the theater of my mind 
they watched me play 
all the time

if only they could see me now
beating myself up instead of them,
being too nice
well, actually they were too bad, 
too stupid, too careless

so i tried to be good, 
i tried to be better, 
for them to notice and to love me, 
for i could only love myself 
when i was loved by others. 
but that didn't work, 
so i started to be as bad as possible, 
just to belong i got mad, crazy 
and self destructive 
to the point of no return, 
at least that's what i was aiming for

with pride 
of my strength, 
my recklessness
the risks i took 
and the fucks i didn't give.

and i hit a wall, 
physically and mentally, 
but most of all emotionally, 
my obsessive compulsive behavior 
got totally out of hand. 
i lost my job, my health, my will to live. 
i barely ate. i didn't sleep, 
i functioned like a machine,
autopilot
harder, faster, better, stronger.

it took me a long time to realize 
that when some of them came back, 
i did not feel happy, nor satisfied, 
hell, i didn't even want them 
to be in my life anymore.
i love me, i got me, i got my own back 
nowadays

i'm still in search of balance. 
i still ask myself what i want and why. 
for who? 
and if the answer to that question isn't me i stop and check my motives. 
is this a genuine act if kindness 
or am i searching for approval?
if so, i stop. 
i won't do anything to your approval for your approval.
not only do i not need your approval, i don't want it.

#selflove #shortstory #mentalhealth #poetry #poem #prose #poet #love #passion #book #read #lessons #broken #grunge #pain #blackandwhite #feelings #spilledink #wordporn #wordgasm #strong #positivevibes #wordoftheday #photooftheday #quotes #quoteoftheday #feelings #lessons #wisdom #mindset #selfcare #mood
° u n d e r p r e s s u r e ° 🖤 ‎i'm an outcast ‎a black sheep ‎a rainbow in a world of gray ‎and yet i victimized myself ‎by trying to fit in ‎where i do not belong ‎ i let peer pressure suppress me peer pressure from the audience i made up in my mind former lovers, old friends, family members who neglected me 🖤 although these spectators left the scene a long time ago, in the theater of my mind they watched me play all the time if only they could see me now beating myself up instead of them, being too nice well, actually they were too bad, too stupid, too careless so i tried to be good, i tried to be better, for them to notice and to love me, for i could only love myself when i was loved by others. but that didn't work, so i started to be as bad as possible, just to belong i got mad, crazy and self destructive to the point of no return, at least that's what i was aiming for with pride of my strength, my recklessness the risks i took and the fucks i didn't give. and i hit a wall, physically and mentally, but most of all emotionally, my obsessive compulsive behavior got totally out of hand. i lost my job, my health, my will to live. i barely ate. i didn't sleep, i functioned like a machine, autopilot harder, faster, better, stronger. it took me a long time to realize that when some of them came back, i did not feel happy, nor satisfied, hell, i didn't even want them to be in my life anymore. i love me, i got me, i got my own back nowadays i'm still in search of balance. i still ask myself what i want and why. for who? and if the answer to that question isn't me i stop and check my motives. is this a genuine act if kindness or am i searching for approval? if so, i stop. i won't do anything to your approval for your approval. not only do i not need your approval, i don't want it. #selflove  #shortstory  #mentalhealth  #poetry  #poem  #prose  #poet  #love  #passion  #book  #read  #lessons  #broken  #grunge  #pain  #blackandwhite  #feelings  #spilledink  #wordporn  #wordgasm  #strong  #positivevibes  #wordoftheday  #photooftheday  #quotes  #quoteoftheday  #feelings  #lessons  #wisdom  #mindset  #selfcare  #mood 
#Repost from @domprimpub 
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She was sweaty.
Her hair was haphazardly twisted into something that almost resembled a braid, set against an oily face crammed with drugstore make up. She had been standing the whole night too, and her legs shook when she stood in heels a size too large for her. 
It was no surprise to either of us that it was the worse day of our lives, but we danced and sang and held hands all night long. 
Her eyes were pretty too, they sparkled so bright when the tacky disco light hit them. It was enough to make one forget that her eyeliner was smeared. But everyone still gawked at her because her dress was cheap, pesky little sparkles trailing behind her at every step. She danced until her legs cramped, and laughed until her voice was sore. Her laugh was grating and loud and annoying. It was enough to cause ears to bleed yet I remember smiling that night though I am still sure it was the worst night of my life. She stepped on my toes but never quit dancing even when I tried to leave and sit down. Her energy was endless, annoying. She sang to me sweet and low when our song came on. When we slow danced her body was warm and felt like home but she was just so damn sweaty. [Image: Daido Moriyama, 'High Heel, Nakano-ku, Tokyo', 1985] [Writing: me, rainthoxght] #poetry #shortstory #writing #writer #author #poem #poetsofinstagram #originalwriting #story
She was sweaty. Her hair was haphazardly twisted into something that almost resembled a braid, set against an oily face crammed with drugstore make up. She had been standing the whole night too, and her legs shook when she stood in heels a size too large for her. It was no surprise to either of us that it was the worse day of our lives, but we danced and sang and held hands all night long. Her eyes were pretty too, they sparkled so bright when the tacky disco light hit them. It was enough to make one forget that her eyeliner was smeared. But everyone still gawked at her because her dress was cheap, pesky little sparkles trailing behind her at every step. She danced until her legs cramped, and laughed until her voice was sore. Her laugh was grating and loud and annoying. It was enough to cause ears to bleed yet I remember smiling that night though I am still sure it was the worst night of my life. She stepped on my toes but never quit dancing even when I tried to leave and sit down. Her energy was endless, annoying. She sang to me sweet and low when our song came on. When we slow danced her body was warm and felt like home but she was just so damn sweaty. [Image: Daido Moriyama, 'High Heel, Nakano-ku, Tokyo', 1985] [Writing: me, rainthoxght] #poetry  #shortstory  #writing  #writer  #author  #poem  #poetsofinstagram  #originalwriting  #story 
A wise woman once told me to give time after something happens before trying to write about it.
“When you write too soon,” she said, “it is too raw and you haven’t had enough time to think about it. It will not come out how you would like it to.”
And I took her advice well by giving myself years to write about big things that have happened to me. I learned to give my experiences a pretty little empty space before giving them words because I wanted my writing to be pretty and proper. I did not want my writing to become a public spilled out diary missing a lock. I wanted to be more calculated than that. 
Right now I am writing around what just happened so that I stay faithful to this promise. But just so you know I really do not want to give you any time. I want our world and secrets to create enough words to fill that space. I will find a way to leave traces of you in everything I write until enough time has passed that I could write a whole book about it without flinching even once. [Image: Richard Ross, 'Isolation Room CBP, San Ysidro, CA', 2004] [writing by me, rainthoxght] #poetry #shortstory #writing #writer #author #poem #poetsofinstagram #originalwriting #story
A wise woman once told me to give time after something happens before trying to write about it. “When you write too soon,” she said, “it is too raw and you haven’t had enough time to think about it. It will not come out how you would like it to.” And I took her advice well by giving myself years to write about big things that have happened to me. I learned to give my experiences a pretty little empty space before giving them words because I wanted my writing to be pretty and proper. I did not want my writing to become a public spilled out diary missing a lock. I wanted to be more calculated than that. Right now I am writing around what just happened so that I stay faithful to this promise. But just so you know I really do not want to give you any time. I want our world and secrets to create enough words to fill that space. I will find a way to leave traces of you in everything I write until enough time has passed that I could write a whole book about it without flinching even once. [Image: Richard Ross, 'Isolation Room CBP, San Ysidro, CA', 2004] [writing by me, rainthoxght] #poetry  #shortstory  #writing  #writer  #author  #poem  #poetsofinstagram  #originalwriting  #story 
There are a hundred stories in this anthology, so it's a bit of a mixed bag, but I especially enjoyed "Friends". It's about a little girl who becomes good friends with a cat, even though people warn her it's evil. The twist at the end was pretty dark and reminded me of "The Cats of Ulthar", which makes it one of my favorites in this collection. 
#microcosmictales #isaacasimov #scifi #sciencefiction #book #bookstagram #booksofinstagram #readersofinstagram #paperback #shortstory #anthology #bookworm #igreads #igbooks
There are a hundred stories in this anthology, so it's a bit of a mixed bag, but I especially enjoyed "Friends". It's about a little girl who becomes good friends with a cat, even though people warn her it's evil. The twist at the end was pretty dark and reminded me of "The Cats of Ulthar", which makes it one of my favorites in this collection. #microcosmictales  #isaacasimov  #scifi  #sciencefiction  #book  #bookstagram  #booksofinstagram  #readersofinstagram  #paperback  #shortstory  #anthology  #bookworm  #igreads  #igbooks 
Tak bisakah kau, sejenak ku ajak berbaring. Merebahkan punggung, mengamparkan perut penuh keringat mengkilat.
Tak kenyangkah kau, makan malam di atas tubuhku. Mengiris-iris nafasku terengah. Menekan pisau diperutku bergelimang darah.

Tak sepakatkah kita. Kita telah tenggelam dalam waktu yang dililit lidah. Dalam ruang yang kini menggenang ludah. -------------------------- #tJOEplikan
Sketch and poem by @denyjoe_
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#cuplikan #sneakpeak #shortstory #home #rhyme #sonh #cerpen #poem #poetry #write #writing #writer #glasses #illustration #sketch #sketchbookpro #sketchbook #sketcheveryday #drawing #digital #fineart #art #work #dear #denyjoe #dearstudios
Tak bisakah kau, sejenak ku ajak berbaring. Merebahkan punggung, mengamparkan perut penuh keringat mengkilat. Tak kenyangkah kau, makan malam di atas tubuhku. Mengiris-iris nafasku terengah. Menekan pisau diperutku bergelimang darah. Tak sepakatkah kita. Kita telah tenggelam dalam waktu yang dililit lidah. Dalam ruang yang kini menggenang ludah. -------------------------- #tJOEplikan  Sketch and poem by @denyjoe_ • • #cuplikan  #sneakpeak  #shortstory  #home  #rhyme  #sonh  #cerpen  #poem  #poetry  #write  #writing  #writer  #glasses  #illustration  #sketch  #sketchbookpro  #sketchbook  #sketcheveryday  #drawing  #digital  #fineart  #art  #work  #dear  #denyjoe  #dearstudios 
Writing a new, personal poetry book. I have the urge to write because those who have been around me lately have inspired me. I can't wait to see how far I will go this time. If anyone wants to read perhaps, let me know! #poetry #shortstory #book #writer #author #selfpublish
Writing a new, personal poetry book. I have the urge to write because those who have been around me lately have inspired me. I can't wait to see how far I will go this time. If anyone wants to read perhaps, let me know! #poetry  #shortstory  #book  #writer  #author  #selfpublish 
Name - slide ➡️
Name - slide ➡️
Underground, Metro, Tube. Long tunnels infested with long, large an quick machines made of iron is a big part of every metropolis citizen. I wonder if there is a metro cult somewhere with a train - god, followers worshipping it’s greatness, priests - metro train drivers selected and trained since childhood. #prague #metro #underground #undergroundriver #shortstory #story #ivansrk
Underground, Metro, Tube. Long tunnels infested with long, large an quick machines made of iron is a big part of every metropolis citizen. I wonder if there is a metro cult somewhere with a train - god, followers worshipping it’s greatness, priests - metro train drivers selected and trained since childhood. #prague  #metro  #underground  #undergroundriver  #shortstory  #story  #ivansrk 
Find a wall
Find a wall
Tak bisakah kau, sejenak ku ajak berbaring. Merebahkan punggung, mengamparkan perut penuh keringat mengkilat.
Tak kenyangkah kau, makan malam di atas tubuhku. Mengiris-iris nafasku terengah. Menekan pisau diperutku bergelimang darah.

Tak sepakatkah kita. Kita telah tenggelam dalam waktu yang dililit lidah. Dalam ruang yang kini menggenang ludah. -------------------------- #tJOEplikan
Sketch and poem by @denyjoe_
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#cuplikan #sneakpeak #shortstory #home #rhyme #sonh #cerpen #poem #poetry #write #writing #writer #glasses #illustration #sketch #sketchbookpro #sketchbook #sketcheveryday #drawing #digital #fineart #art #work #dear #denyjoe #dearstudios
Tak bisakah kau, sejenak ku ajak berbaring. Merebahkan punggung, mengamparkan perut penuh keringat mengkilat. Tak kenyangkah kau, makan malam di atas tubuhku. Mengiris-iris nafasku terengah. Menekan pisau diperutku bergelimang darah. Tak sepakatkah kita. Kita telah tenggelam dalam waktu yang dililit lidah. Dalam ruang yang kini menggenang ludah. -------------------------- #tJOEplikan  Sketch and poem by @denyjoe_ • • #cuplikan  #sneakpeak  #shortstory  #home  #rhyme  #sonh  #cerpen  #poem  #poetry  #write  #writing  #writer  #glasses  #illustration  #sketch  #sketchbookpro  #sketchbook  #sketcheveryday  #drawing  #digital  #fineart  #art  #work  #dear  #denyjoe  #dearstudios 
"Emotionally Unavailable"...surface level connection is volcano hot but not hot enough to melt those deeper emotions frozen by his childhood trauma....singing #percysledge
Take time to know (him) it's not an overnight thing

#artist #art #shortstory #abstractarts #acrylicpainting #igart #emergingartist #creative #expression #arttherapy #trauma #counterdependent #woke #sza #dreads #locs #healing #connection #love #taleasoldastime #frozen #darkeyes #blackeyes
"Emotionally Unavailable"...surface level connection is volcano hot but not hot enough to melt those deeper emotions frozen by his childhood trauma....singing #percysledge  Take time to know (him) it's not an overnight thing #artist  #art  #shortstory  #abstractarts  #acrylicpainting  #igart  #emergingartist  #creative  #expression  #arttherapy  #trauma  #counterdependent  #woke  #sza  #dreads  #locs  #healing  #connection  #love  #taleasoldastime  #frozen  #darkeyes  #blackeyes 
I hope. Please be quick. Fill them up with happiness and joy. By saying YES. Start a new life. But choose wisely. Aim for forever now.

#Peacewrites #love #poems #story #shortstory #poetry #feelings #truth #experienced #faith #peace #instapoerty#foodceleb#instawords #two_souls #realstory #beautiful #igwrites #inlove #complicated #sayings #matter_of_time #expressed#wordstoliveby#loveher#never_give_up_on_her
The Mask Maker and The Tree.  The villagers go in a long journey to find the perfect tree to cut down. @abnerpreis #performanceart #film #movie #shortstory #amsterdam #contemporaryart #ndsm #ij
Day one of the thirty day challenge. #30daychallenge #art #learning #learn #drawing #draw #writing #shortstory #grow #pencil #ink #a #instaart #joplin
"Someone has been taken." Want to read the back story? Link in bio.

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In death there is peace
In life there is pain,
I was trying to be strong
But all efforts in VAIN.
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Artwork by @giuliajrosa
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Il faisait chaud cet été là, à Minorque. Les coups de poings donnés par le soleil dans le crépi blanc des maisons de Mahon étaient rendus avec véhémence par ces vieux murs, directement dans le crâne de leurs occupants. La vie se déroulait à son minimum. Les corps écrasés attendaient la rémission de la fin d’après-midi, quand enfin la chaleur accepte son éternelle défaite quotidienne. 
Sous les regards en coin de sa sœur furieuse d’avoir à le surveiller, le petit garçon piaffait d’envie de sortir. De s’extirper des barrières sombres et étouffantes de la vieille demeure où la famille avait posé ses valises pour un long été minorquin. Dehors tout l’appelait. Les fourmis empressées dans le jardin, le vieux chien Orties qui se laissait chevaucher avec bienveillance, mini poney à la taille de ses 4 ans. Il entendait aussi, au loin, venant du port, les longues sirènes basses d’un bateau de croisière en escale. Il aurait aimé au moins pouvoir sortir avec quelques pièces pour acheter des bonbons à l’épicerie de Monsieur Sintès. Mais Béatrice ne cédait pas. D’ailleurs elle ne voulait pas même entendre un mot sortir de sa bouche minuscule et volubile. Au moindre son émis par le petit garçon, répondait un regard-fusil et un ”Laisse-moi !” hargneux. Il faut dire que du haut de ses 14 ans si pleins de langueur et de voracité de vie tout à la fois, l’assignation à résidence de Béatrice pour cause de petit frère était une torture perpétrée par des parents forcément pervers. Alors le petit garçon attendait. Il attendait le retour de ses parents partis faire de la voile avec des amis. Il attendait la défaite du soleil, il passait de pièce en pièce cherchant à soumettre cet ennui qui s’insinuait, rampait, partout en lui. “Viens m’aider à ranger les transats du jardin” lui hurla soudain Béatrice, depuis le rez de chaussée, “le vent a tout fait valdinguer !” Le petit garçon aimait bien le vent qui fait siffler les tuiles et voler les fleurs d’hibiscus. Alors que la Tramontane gagnait en assurance, le lourd grondement des vagues montait aux oreilles du petit garçon, depuis la crique en bas de la rue.
Il faisait chaud cet été là, à Minorque. Les coups de poings donnés par le soleil dans le crépi blanc des maisons de Mahon étaient rendus avec véhémence par ces vieux murs, directement dans le crâne de leurs occupants. La vie se déroulait à son minimum. Les corps écrasés attendaient la rémission de la fin d’après-midi, quand enfin la chaleur accepte son éternelle défaite quotidienne. Sous les regards en coin de sa sœur furieuse d’avoir à le surveiller, le petit garçon piaffait d’envie de sortir. De s’extirper des barrières sombres et étouffantes de la vieille demeure où la famille avait posé ses valises pour un long été minorquin. Dehors tout l’appelait. Les fourmis empressées dans le jardin, le vieux chien Orties qui se laissait chevaucher avec bienveillance, mini poney à la taille de ses 4 ans. Il entendait aussi, au loin, venant du port, les longues sirènes basses d’un bateau de croisière en escale. Il aurait aimé au moins pouvoir sortir avec quelques pièces pour acheter des bonbons à l’épicerie de Monsieur Sintès. Mais Béatrice ne cédait pas. D’ailleurs elle ne voulait pas même entendre un mot sortir de sa bouche minuscule et volubile. Au moindre son émis par le petit garçon, répondait un regard-fusil et un ”Laisse-moi !” hargneux. Il faut dire que du haut de ses 14 ans si pleins de langueur et de voracité de vie tout à la fois, l’assignation à résidence de Béatrice pour cause de petit frère était une torture perpétrée par des parents forcément pervers. Alors le petit garçon attendait. Il attendait le retour de ses parents partis faire de la voile avec des amis. Il attendait la défaite du soleil, il passait de pièce en pièce cherchant à soumettre cet ennui qui s’insinuait, rampait, partout en lui. “Viens m’aider à ranger les transats du jardin” lui hurla soudain Béatrice, depuis le rez de chaussée, “le vent a tout fait valdinguer !” Le petit garçon aimait bien le vent qui fait siffler les tuiles et voler les fleurs d’hibiscus. Alors que la Tramontane gagnait en assurance, le lourd grondement des vagues montait aux oreilles du petit garçon, depuis la crique en bas de la rue.
Sometimes we wish for an escape, God promises to be our source of power.
Sometimes we wish for an escape, God promises to be our source of power.