HE IS MY DESIGN
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The recounted tale of a mad scientist turned detective who tried to play God.
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HE IS MY DESIGN
show Hannibal | type AU | chapters 5 | rating T | word count 2,172+
The recounted tale of a mad scientist turned detective who tried to play God.
READ (AO3)
Posting here so I don't lose them and they are easy to find and look at (pictures for story inspiration).
photos by v. paxton
here is my awesome nano novel synopsis:
The Headless Horseman and her ruthless captain, Moloch, has gone rouge and the only pirate dumb enough to fight him is Ichabod “Icky” Crane and, unwillingly, his first mate, Abigail Mills.
1.04 “The Lesser Key of Solomon” Promo Pic
WELCOME WRITERS, WRITING ENTHUSIASTS, CURIOUS BEINGS ALIKE! TO THE 2013 SHORT STORY WRITING COMPETITION!
After seeing so many talented writers on tumblr writing fanfiction and metas, I’ve decided to have a fun event where we could all be creative and share our story ideas!
You don’t have to follow anyone to join, you simply have to write. Write a 1k minimum story about ANYTHING you love, and submit it to me. Deadlines are on the 1st of November 2013.
There will be an official blog for the compilation of stories that will be set up ASAP.
Winners will be up to the mods! Every 6 stories, there will be one winner chosen by the mod judging those 6 stories. Each winner besides the first place winner will get a handwritten letter (and maybe a trinket from Indonesia) with a note from me and the mod. And a place on the mods’ and my blog.
— there will be one ‘favourite’ story winner, who will get a special gift that won’t be disclosed as of now —
you may submit through my submit box, fanmail, or through my email ([email protected]).
for any comments, questions or queries do feel free to ask!
GET BUSY WRITING FRIENDS!
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I am going on vacation, so no writing here for a week-ish
no backing out now!
personal illustration, “Familiar"
“Love and compassion are necessities, not luxuries. Without them humanity cannot survive. " We are on the brink of war. Our planet is divided down the middle between who we are and who we want to be. We are no longer the people we were on Earth and our chance for redemption has passed. We were lucky before, but we will not be lucky again. The Truists are out for blood. This is Gaia, our home and our battleground.
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SERPENT Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.
She cloaked herself in the best
Her hair made up, she impressed
The miss was gentle
Then started the instrumental
"It is time for the women to lay to rest"
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The lady shuffled to death
As she went, she quoted MacBeth
People feared
The words she leered
So they went and cut short her breath
I want to write The Pirate King into a whole story....
THE PIRATE KING
She was an insane prisoner.
She left gashes in her face. The pain of hunger was more than the stabs she gave herself. Screams would echo out of the room. They thought her just insane. They would not feed her, they hoped she was just die on her own. They couldn't kill her, they could barely contain her. She fed off her dress and her hair. She lived past the break point. They had no idea what to do. The ones who could, moved away. The screams did not echo anymore. They pierced. They traveled for a mile, as clear as if you were in the room yourself.
On the day that marked 6 weeks, city bells rang. There was a hole in the building. Her room was empty. She had escaped.
John Dickenson