#inktober2019writeredition

[xprettypoppyx]

Last October I wrote a collection of Sanrion-inspired half drabbles for Inktober and posted them in daily installments here on Tumblr.  It’s taken me nearly a year, but I FINALLY managed to put them all together and post them on AO3 and FF.net.  

[ AO3] [ FF.net ]

Cover Art: Original edit/render by Demelza. @deetheshipper

[authorlmfletcher]

Marinette ran her fingers over the luxury fabric in silent awe, her eyes alight with visions in her head. 

"You like it?" 

All she could do was nod, already mentally cutting out the pattern of her design and stitching it together. 

Adrien just smiled, happy to spoil her like this.

[wilkfnch-blog]

DAY 2 : MINDLESS

[Don’t hesitate to correct my english if needed ]

Je regarde passer les vols d’aéronefs –

L’esprit loin, embarqué sur leur pont maladroit.

Ces aventuriers vont, repartent derechef,

Sont légers comme l’air et vifs comme soldats.

  Mon âme est retenue dans le technococon –

En pleine agitation. Pollution sonore,

Coquelicot brisé, l’esprit dans un flacon :

Contre l’idiocratie nous demeurerons forts.

    I watch the hoverships passing me by –  

My mind, away, stands on their awkward deck.

These adventurers come then reach the sky –

They are light as air, pawns ready to trek.

  My soul is the techno-cocoon’s hostage –

Boiling in fuss and all covered with noise.

Broken poppy, mind in a flask: wastage.

Fight idiocracy: there’s no other choice.

[stories-and-sails]

Inktober (Writer edition) Day 3: Bait

[laurelevermore]

#inktoberday27. Today's prompt is #coat. • • • #inktober2019 #inktober2019writeredition #50wordfiction #flashfiction #shortfiction #amwriting #flashfictionfriday #flashfic #flashfictionchallenge #shortfic https://www.instagram.com/p/B4Iy4ISA4tx/?igshid=xvpeacjp9cgf

[stardustandvanilla]

Inktober Day 1: Ring

im aware that this is late but i started late so

And then there she was and we were holding hands and the night was young and so were we. She, all of her faux leather, and sometimes glasses sometimes contacts adorned eyes and her hair which was so much better than mine. I remember the day I invited her over, just freshman year and we were so new to everything. We had gone to look at the stars the day before and she told me what I knew I’d wanted to hear since she said hello. Her clear, brown eyes and sturdy hand and as I look at her now I wonder what she saw in me, that girl with the weird hair and the nerdy answers and the somehow still American accent. And I wonder how life would be if we weren’t both Indians and weren’t both high schoolers and weren’t both broken and weren’t both pressured to no end. Would we then, find refuge in each other? I wonder these things but I say not a word for hidden in my hand is a ring and hidden in my pocket is my hand. A ring, one that I plan on showing her and as I look at our linked hands, I see the hands of the most beautiful, most amazing girl to have ever set foot on the planet, and I’m so eternally grateful that she chose me of all people to know the feel of her hands and her hair and her lips. I look to her and say, “Anuhi…your hands look..heavy. Let me hold them. Or would you like them heavier?” and with that I pull out the ring and I swear the stars from all the heavens above shine in her eyes and her lips felt like a soothing winter fire under a scratchy blanket as they press against mine and I pick her up and spin her around and nothing has ever felt this right as this moment. Nothing has ever felt as beautiful as her arms and laughter and no echoing silence because I gave her the ring and she loves it and all she can say is ‘I love you’. 

[writteninjade]

Day 2 - Crow

It watched me from the rooftops. It followed me through the streets. No one else seemed to see it, was it only me? I saw it in the day, I saw it late at night. Did it ever rest or just keep me always in it's sight? The crow lit upon a branch and said that I must choose. I looked it in the eyes and told it “I refuse.”

[xprettypoppyx]

Inktober Writer Edition - Day 15

PROMPT: LEGEND

Sansa had heard legends about great female warriors who were braver than men.  Nymeria, the warrior-queen of the Rhoynar.  Rhaenys and Visenya Targaryen.  But there in the forest, huddled in the snow, watching Ramsay’s men fall all around her, Sansa realized that Brienne of Tarth put them all to shame.