#marewrites

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you helped me rediscover myself when you left.

two years have passed since then I’ve discovered myself again and again and all the versions I’ve been have admired the pain I was in and none of them blamed neither you or I— though lamenting the theft of a proper goodbye— but gratitude you deserve none. the growth only started when you were long gone.

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I don’t know why I can’t be alone with myself. Everything reverberates like thunder in my ears. The quiet is deafening. I cannot hear my own thoughts. I see faces where none should appear, hear voices where silence reigns, but when I look up, I’m the only one in the room, not a soul in sight, and the world goes still beyond my windowsill. Unmoving clouds in a sky of smoke, unshakable branches of ash trees in the wind. I am left alone on earth, a sole star in the universe when all else has left this world, my light flickering like a flame in the winter breeze. Flickering, flickering, fading. Dying. I am trembling with fear and remorse. My veins crumble ‘neath the touch of my fingers and blood spills over the edge of my seat. My cry is swallowed by solitude and the universe closing in on me. There is no hope where no bearers remain.

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I hit 2k followers a while back and I'm not the type to celebrate milestones but I wanna share my appreciation, so!! have a poem. image ID under the cut

[screenshot of a poem saying: "I am trapped forever / in the cage that is the earth. / in time and space I build my dwelling, / and in my soul I find a home— / untruth may tumble / from my deathless lips; / never to be learned, / never to be kissed." it's followed by a dedication written in cursive: "dedicated to the undying / and every lost soul who feels life to be endless."]

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My identity appeared intangible, faded as it was after years. Sooner or later Wren would learn that the person she’d befriended was a phantom at best.

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"I had no magic to lull me to sleep at night."

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Find the Word Tag

thank you for tagging me!! @writingbyjillian

my words were: scream, soul, bright and cry. I took these excerpts from shaeva

scream

The cold pierced into my skin with every step like needles of ice, and the snow under my seemingly bare feet resembled a blanket of razor-sharp crystals enfolding me, robbing me of my senses. The winter numbed me, bit me with whetted teeth at the same time, until every cell of my body screamed in agony.

soul

These spirits, their cherry blossom forests, and the golden rivers were believed to be the only sources of magic in Shaéva. But Ymera was a lie. A fabrication of ancient legends. She was no goddess. If she truly did not exist, I had nothing to fear from the lost souls of these woods.

bright (I don’t have this one oops)

cry

Mavlen’s timorous countenance dropped at once. She raised her chin in defiance while the silk pouch disappeared behind her back, and I didn’t need to see her face to perceive the fire raging in her eyes. “For whom, if not for me?” she asked. “For you, for the spirits? For Ymera? Go on, cry for her. Tell her a foul, depraved girl stole the sacred cherries you guard all day long, or take my soul as retribution for my empty stomach.”

I’m tagging @thewritingace @zmlorenz @pens-swords-stuff @rhikasa, and anyone else who’d like to do it. your words are fire, crack, tingle and calm!!

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Last Line Tag

thank you for the tag!! @writingamongthecoloredroses

A chuckle resonated in my head like a strange echo, and the light of the stellar trio resembled the swell of an ocean in time to their words. That is the price you had to pay. But rest assured, Salaya: the answer will present itself.

I snorted. Such an ominous prophecy was hardly any help at all. “Well, great. Thank you very much.”

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👀 for the WIP thing

thanks for the ask, anna!! this one's part of a fight scene in ashen embers

Everything started crackling. My pulse went through the roof; it made my hair stand on end. The air was nearly bursting with electricity, charged like shortly before a storm, and nets of electric wires seemed to spread between us, cast by an invisible force.

My thoughts turned to mist, yet I recognised the feeling straightaway. My body took over as I relinquished control. I dodged my opponent and parried off a blow across my shoulder before sliding to Miyo's side. The real Michoel had already reached him, and his eyes blazed like burning coal. I didn't think. I grabbed Miyo's shoulder, shook him with all my might as though disrupting a dream – and everything happened in one fell swoop. The threads dissolved, their net broke asunder. It crumbled to a pile of ash. I could almost feel it running through my fingers.