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if you stretched out your hands towards a flickering face and all you were able to feel was darkness then turned around to plead the skies above you for answers about unknown fears yet everything there'd be to see was a silvern mirror reflecting your...

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Good eve, my dear writers and poets 🖊️ One of my latest fictions, "He came with Thunder", is now ready to be read at WordPress✨ [3000 words] Enjoy! #amwriting #fiction

He came with Thunder

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Lord of the Drowned

won’t you fall into my waveswith no one left to savei’ll wrap you in the deepest depthin coral-laced, flowing shawls of deathi love you in your tragedyanother Herowaiting for the seato jump and drown herselffor loss of life,for love, despair and wounding strifemy arms are open, gentle, warmmy waters will not do you harmcome to me, beloved soulwill cradle you in glitt’ring shoalsfill your lungs…

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New short is out. What is dating like, as a witch in her mid-30s? - "In my Bones"

In my Bones

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Wow. This is insane. I was barely older than 14 when I started this 🫠 madnesssssss

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This event is already gold

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Exactly what my first thoughts would have been, suddenly dropped into that world.

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Understand you

“Many have tried before you”, she smiled, “they have all failed.”  He regarded her for a few moments, thinking. If she was truly so set on him giving it up before even trying, she did not know who he was. To be fair, that notion was mutual. She must have been with a number of idiots though. Maybe a different angle would get him somewhere. “Has anyone ever understood you just a little bit?”, he…

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Cabinet of Bones

His fingers trail over my skin, tracing my bones as if he were to outline my skeleton for later purposes. As if in his basement, there you would find a circus of the macabre, with the skulls of former lovers grinning at onlookers from the top of mahogany shelves, skins draped across the walls like uncertain curtains, spines stretched and hardened like hat-stands, and femurs, piled up into heaps…

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Melancholia II

Melancholia is a sickness. Who are you?

Part I Melancholia is a sickness. Who are you?  “Not a stable foundation.” The realisation that also this can mean more than one thing. When are you? Solitude and dark both interrupted by a stranger to share the same space. Yet the words still flow. How will they react to the falling of dark? A wager that most won’t accept it. Melancholia is a sickness. Limbo is no where. Limbo is going…

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Melancholia I

Melancholia is a sickness.

Clinking of cups and dishes in a kitchen soon closing, a man’s voice on the radio singing of you’re in love with me and I’m in love with you and about lovers and only knowing lovers when they don’t call and about letting go. A song heard before, maybe once. Your face, lights up again. Frozen hands writing with some effort – cracking, ugly fonts, and the taste of blueberry prosecco cake, just…

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The animal

You are the animal now, roaming the darkness of the woods, skittish and bristling with fear, frothing at the mouth, panting against the cold ground, nervously swishing a tail, growling out from the depths. And I, I am there, sitting down in a sphere of nothingness, enveloped in cold and darkness, with but a faint idea of your presence, somewhere, in a short distance. So I sit down, and stretch…

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Just a role

New Drabble up. "Why is he into this?", I wonder, as he holds me, his eyes glazed, a lazy smile on his lips. #WritersCommunity #Drabble

Why is he into this?, I wonder, as he holds me, his eyes glazed, a lazy smile on his lips.  I can’t say anything now, while he’s growling into my skin, his hands exploring my backside, dig into my flesh. But it should have been obvious, I think, as he pulls me into the bedroom and I laugh. I don’t want this. I’m just playing a role. I smile, I lay down, I giggle. You drive me crazy, he says.…

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Akram Khan, Giselle

Dancers of the English National Ballet

ph. Laurent Liotardo

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I learned recently that at least some tribes of early Britons (in particular the Silures and Picts) were actually dark-skinned people with curly black hair. Contemporary sources compared them to Iberians and even Africans.

This supposedly has to do with the fact that the original Celts were Iberian and their ancestors migrated across the strait of Gibraltar from Africa. The red-haired and pale look typically associated with Celtic identity likely comes from admixture from Germanic peoples. Remember that everyone’s ancestors came from Africa if you go far back enough.

Evidence of this phenotype can still be seen in some people today, particularly those from Wales and other western coastal regions. For example:

Welsh presenter Alex Jones

Welsh footballer Chris Coleman

Welsh actress Catherine Zeta-Jones who can notably pass for Hispanic.

English actor Ian McShane

It’s important to note that none of these people are immigrants or descended from immigrants. They all come from families native to the British Isles.

The take-home message here is A) don’t ever let anyone tell you British = pale and B) this

may actually be one of the most accurate versions of Guinevere we’ve seen so far.

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This post is hard to find because Tumblr hates links so I’m giving it a boost.

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