Poems, Prose and everything in between

simply put I'll write just about anything you like for a price My specialty is poetry, gaming supplements and fan fiction but I am to open to longer projects

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I did it! I mean I had to pay for it but still!

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I have a sadness shield that keeps out all the sadness, and it’s big enough for all of us. Where the Wild Things Are (2009) dir. Spike Jonze 

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Oh silly children the need for such a shield is a sadness all it's own

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No matter how far you run,

or wherever you may roam

Never fear, remember

For should his pride he shun

and but Shed a single tear

Even the Devil could go home

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Clouds

Give me clouds

Not mere whisps and vapors

Scant streaks, like whispers

Give me great cliffs of clouds

Dark and rolling, lit and loud

Never show me open skies

Like conversations free of lies

We profess they’re what we want to see and hear

Until we’re left too long in sunlight

Until the truth invades your ear

That great ball of ultra violet bleach

The walls around your secret heart 

Only breeched by honest speech

So give me clouds 

And give me lies

Look at me in lightning strikes

And by the glow of fireflies.

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Inspired by over the garden wall

Wander on ye wayward souls

For there is not turning back

You still my catch the old black train

As it grinds along it's track

Fear thee not the blackened places

Fear thee not the light

For that which lurk in either spaces

Are neither wrong nor right

Worry only of thine heart

And the breaking that it's doing

For someday we all fall apart

Left to weeping and to rueing

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Got it in my head to write new jumanji cards.

Now you’ll play beside yourselves.  Until the dice show two or twelve 

(All players evil jungle themed dopplegangers appear and combat them)

No pounding hoof or sharpened claw, just coiled flesh and hungry jaw

(Anaconda attack)

Whether far or near the end, Rest a bit and make a friend

(Rare positive space.  This summons a capibara that will sit with you and have a calming affect on other game elements.)

Not corn or cane, or barley hopps, these fearsome clouds crave more than crops.

(Locust swarm)

This shaman’s appetite is big, He longs for only one thing, pig

(Cannibal attack)

Watch your step and use your wit, lest be spit inside the pit

(pit traps are summoned into being)

No need to wish, for that’s no star, best not dawdle where you are.

(The Rocket from Zathura comes crashing down)

Now you’ll know what it costs to fail, When you meet those who’ve also walked this trail

(The zombies of people who’ve lost the game attack)

They live in water yet they thirst, now they’ll come for who went first

(The first person to roll the dice this game is attacked by leeches from any water source)

You’ll find rain and rivers in this game, but now you’ll also see the flame

(Forest fire sweeps across whatever building the players were last/currently in)

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But it’s all we do.

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Unsplash -  photography, illustration, and art

Pixabay - same as unsplash

Pexels - stock photos and videos

Stockvault.net - stock photos

freepngimg - icons, pictures and clipart

Veceezy - vectors and clipart

Kissclipart and kissPNG - more vectors and clipart (often transparent!)

Getdrawings - simplistic images and drawing tutorials

Gumroad - photoshop brushes (and more)

Canva - needs login but has lots of templates

Library of Congress - historical posters and photos

NASA - you guessed it

Creative Commons - all kinds of stuff, homie

Even Adobe has some free images

There are so many ways to make moodboards, bookcovers, and icons without infringing copyright! As artists, authors, and other creatives, we need to be especially careful not to use someone else’s work and pass it off as our own. 

Please add on if you know any more sites for free images <3

[kmparker616]

Thanks for the information!!

[trickster-archangel]

Very useful! Thank you OP!

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Pexels is actually what I use to make my poem pics

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Here’s the deal

Money is going to be a little tight for me the next few months because my job was closed for a long period in december, so if anyone has five or ten bucks to spare on a quality writing commission I’d be super grateful.  If you can’t please reblog to help get some word of mouth.  My blog has my price sheet and lots of samples of my work, thanks in advance.

Basic rundown is $5 for a short poem on basically any subject from your favorite ship to your grandmas birthday, to a riddle for your D&D campaign.

$10 for short form fiction or gaming supplements, things like the lyrics to a song for your bard to sing, or the geneology of a royal line etc.

$20 for long form stories, things upwards of about 2000 words.

I can write on any subject, even with limited information presented.  From humor to smut and everything in between.

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Intimacy of the night

I don’t know why I wrote this, but I needed to

There is quality to night in New England, an intimacy that is not often present in other places.  This is perhaps because at any given time the horizon is only as far as the next rise of a hill or beginning of forested land, that even in the full light of day can make one feel more enclosed.  At night though it is as if the wider world has fallen away and it is just you, those near you, and the small spot of reality you occupy.  To some I am sure this sense of continuous enclosure would be disturbing, but for me, someone who thrived in the isolated night time spaces it is the feeling of home, of friendship.  I now live in a place where one need only look down the road to see miles of horizon stretched out, and the intimacy of the night is lost.

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Official price Sheet

Pretty simple really. I write, poetry mostly as the name might suggest.  I take pride in my ability to produce fast, quality work, with only basic information on the subject about which I am writing.  I can do original content, as well as fan fiction.

$5 for any poem, this is riddles for a D&D campaign, a message to write in your grandma’s get well card, the legend of a character in your book etc

$10 for a single narrative, which is to say about one word document between 1000 to 1500 words.  The best example of this was someone who commission several journal entries for a character in their storyline.  

1500-2000+ is going to run you $20 

Beyond that all things are negiotable.  I’m avalible to run tabletop games over Roll20 on the weekends, I’m very good at fleshing out backstories, even helping to generate magic systems for fantasy works.  If any of this interests you please contact me via DM or Ask

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Sherry's standard

Sherry was a masochist

So she reveled being ravaged

But Sherry too was civilized

And would suffer not the savage

So if your rope's more coarse than silk

You'd sure be turned away

Or if you spit outside the bed

She'd never come to play

Pull her hair and slap her ass

Only if the sheets are satin

For Sherry sees more in her men

Than just the lap she's sat in

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Writing right now

Come say hello, ask me to write you things.

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Due to some recent trouble I want to make my policy clear

Recently I completed a commission for someone, and when I sent them the finished work their response was “Good first draft” and proceeded to lay out the changes they needed me to make.  I informed them simply that isn’t how I worked, and what they’d recieved was in fact the finished product. 

When you commission me to write you a story, the expectation is that you are hiring me to write the story, and so once you’ve provided me the details, an outline etc I will work with that to make what you asked for.  I don’t send individual drafts for my customers to give notes on.

Given my prices, the time it takes to craft a narrative, and the difficult nature of changing said narrative, once complete major re-writes will not be possible.  Minor changes can still be made of course.   

Basically, I’m asking you to trust me when you commission me on long form narrative.  It’s time consuming and my prices really don’t allow for the extra time.

Thanks for reading

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I just had my biggest commission ever!

I’m still riding that high, so thought I’d remind everybody my commishes are still open and you should get something done!

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The bad day

There is one bad day. In all of time, throughout all the galaxies of the universe there is one bad day. It’s the day without the doctor, the one day he can never be: The day he dies. Every other moment of creation is open, there is the chance a silly man or woman in a big stupid blue box will appear like magic and turn the tide of a battle, tell a joke, or hold someone’s hand. That one day though, you can’t imagine. The horrors of time hide there the nightmares that run from the doctor live there, the clever ones at least.

Worse yet though is the fact of his dying, like the whole universe is held together by a great rubber band and that is the day it snaps. Whole civilizations fall to despair, the emptiness of space unable to contain the wails of the incalculable multitudes, it reverberates and intensifies every second of that day. Stars go dark, I don’t mean that in some poetic way, living suns grow cold or collapse in on themselves in misery and regret. Have you ever wanted to see a dalek cry? A Cyberman mourn? Go to that day. It is for the coming of this day that angels weep and demons run. I have seen it all, I was there at the end I am the witness of the only bad day in all of time.

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One day it was just. . .over. Everyone kind of knew eventually it had to be but when you've spent so long fighting the same fight, scraping to survive. . .well let's just say it's hard to turn those instincts off.

But there was no denying it. We ventured out farther than we ever would have before, it had been months since we'd so much as heard a walker and we figured it might be safe to risk a run to the outskirts of the nearest city. No one went into the cities anymore, so we told ourselves we wouldn't get too close.

All along the highway were the same cars and bodies that had been rotting there for over a decade. No movement, no sound, no lurkers popping up to grab and bite. So we kept going, crumbling buildings appeared in the distance, how did we ever build anything so big?

Still nothing stirred. We were emboldened and we got closer still. There was a fire escape still standing on one of the outlying buildings, it seemed sturdy so once one of us tested it the rest followed. We got to the roof and you wouldn't believe what we saw. A sea of bodies, walkers, but they weren't walking. One of us had an old pair of binoculars so she looked down into the mass filling the streets

It was the biggest herd any of us had ever seen and they were all dead. I volunteered to get closer. It didn't take long to get to the edge of the pile, and I couldn't believe my eyes. Not single one of them had been killed, no wounds to the had to be found, some of them even still blinked or twitched a finger at me, but nothing more. It hit me, the Dead, were dead.

The bulk of the walkers came from the first day, when the recently dead rose up and attacked the unsuspecting. Now all those day oners they were done, we starved them out. I knew then it was over, there would be stragglers, recently turned and still strong but it was their numbers that made these things dangerous and now that was gone. Humanity in the most pyrrhic way, had won the war, it was time to start building again.

-Author unkown

Excerpt from "Memoirs from the the walking dead"