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[incandescent-creativity]

Today’s FLOAT line of the day is

"Fangfin," Dirt reports.

In the time it takes me to decipher the word, Aspen lets loose enough swears to remind me that she is a sailor.

[karkkidoeswriting]

Six Sentence Sunday Tag

Thank you for tagging me @sam-glade!

How it works:

Writers: post (approximately) six sentences from something you’re working on. If you aren’t ready to do that, add six sentences to your WIP.

Readers: challenge yourselves to leave a six sentence comment or give a writer a six sentence prompt. (or a total of six sentences for the day)

Fans and creators alike: reblog a fandom post and add some love in the tags. Aim for 6 posts - or 6 tags. Whatever you can manage!

I'll tag @writernopal @mariahwritesstuff @elshells @bardic-tales (I think the writers part only applies here?)

Here's excerpt from Valeri's first chapter from BCC which I'm rewriting right now. It's 7 sentences but close enough

CW: alcohol use

Once they had gone through the strategy for the seventh time, done their war exercises, marched for no particular reason and done it all over again, the boredom had become part of the camp. It had become part of every tent, every fire, every meal. It had sat inside the minds and bones of every soldier. It was mind-numbing, thought-destroying, like being imprisoned. Which is why, when in early day of the new year’s eve Valeri walked with heavy feet towards the fighting ring of the adjacent military base, he had a hangover. The whole camp had been drunk for the past two weeks. When everything else was done, there was only three ways left to survive the boredom — beer, wine and whiskey.

[writeblrfantasy]

excerpt from order of the ice: brandr's cooking

can't really talk about why brandr is suddenly so involved in the orderverse or what his role is bc spoilers (it's gonna get harder and harder to share excerpts from the latter two books as time goes on haha) but i've been writing like a machine this week and i wanted to share the Best Man aside from njord. enjoy <3<3

AND i'm not shadowbanned anymore so the taglist should work!!

Yesterday Brandr made more otherworldly food, sandwiches with ham stored in his cold cellar, because of course the oligarch without any servants would keep a whole ham in his cold cellar that he uses at his leisure. He fried the sandwiches with east Kryc cheese, pressing them flat on a hot griddle over the fire in his kitchen. Cerrick sat at the counter and watched, living off the smell.

Because Brandr is oligarch, he gets things more quickly than the rest of the nation. He made the three of them a salad with fresh lettuce from Aeton to go with the ham yesterday, still crisp and bright and freshly washed. It’s endearing that that’s the thing he uses his privilege for.

Cerrick didn’t have to do anything but sit on his sofa, dozing and murmuring additions to the conversation when he felt like it. Brandr would bring them food—Cerrick learned that’s his way of coping, winding down, and seeing his guests’ reactions made him light up—and Edda kept saying, “Really, Brandr, this is better than most food I’ve had in the palace kitchens.”

“I see we’ve discovered my proper place in the palace hierarchy,” Brandr would joke, sitting down to eat with them. Cerrick marveled at the ease with which he carried himself, smiled, spoke. At the palace Brandr has always seemed weary and out of his element, uncomfortable like he’d rather be anywhere else. It makes sense that’s he most comfortable in his own home, but Cerrick didn’t think it was possible for him to be this easygoing.

Either way, Cerrick would rather have no one else riding in front of him into Rinnfell.

oots taglist (lmk to be added/removed) @willowiswriting @ninazeniks @magic-is-something-we-create @myhusbandsasemni @ren-c-leyn @justwriteyoudummy @47crayons @yejidoesthings @ettawritesnstudies @faithfire @a-forgotten-dusk @talesfromaurea @ashen-crest

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NaNoWriMo Day 1: July 1, 2021

WIP Title: Little Package of Horror

WC Goal: 387

Words Reached: 873

Characters Introduced: Ada

Music Listened to While Writing: Haunted by Evanescence (on repeat)

Summary of Today's Writing: just the delivery driver telling about why she joined the company she delivered for and how mysterious the company was during the hiring process.

Excerpt:

I wish that the stories I am about to divulge to you were made up… and you know what, maybe they are. Maybe it’s some sick writer’s story, making me see the terrifying things I’ve seen… but to me, they were real as the hands typing this story, and I hope that by the time you finish reading these short stories about my job as a delivery driver, you won’t be sitting there like this chick be cray cray.

I’m not cray cray. I am very, very sane. But I am also very, very terrified and very very traumatized from the job that I had to do to get up on my feet.

[bohemian-ray-of-sunshie]

Actually the most beautiful poems are found hidden in the depths of pages of secret diaries- maybe lost/buried- or in the form of long messages which remained unsent for years. It's just weird and dreadful how somethings just end but I hope and always believe in the term reunion. I will always be waiting for that one day when Universe itself will bring us together but with no pasts, regrets,worries, fears, unhealed wounds or uncleared mess. Just scars- beautiful scars to be cherished by other. When the lessons are all learnt and un learnt. That's when the Miracle will happen.

And I'll be waiting. when no explanation or justification will be required. When the same souls would have been cleansed and new bodies are born again. Things which had to happen, happened! I had no control over things. All I knew how to hide my tears behind the bold friendly voice. I wish I could display my empty vessel- my soul. But I can't. Not because I'm strong but I had to let my vulnerability out. They would never know pain behind I'm fine". But it's weird and awkward- even more than we first met. I'll prefer calling it the destiny but not an end.

All I could do is let it go, wither and die. Let it go, let it fall and let it fly. For more beautiful things are yet to come. I believe. I believe. I believe that the Universe has more new turns, suspense and cliff hangers to come. It's planned all we can do is play along. Ik more fishes are there in the pool but lets sail a little longer to dive into the ocean of beautiful dolphins and mermaids. Today, things doesn't make sense. But I've hit the rock bottom now no more down falling. Only new heights to reach. But I've learnt that 'forever' for sure doesn't exist. And promises are not meant to be broken but to carry as long as you can till they don't feel like a burden because after that it breaks on its own. To make new space for new alluring strings. Maybe it was tied a little loose but all I could do is predict and pretend.

I bid you a happy farewell. But I'll always be the same at core yet not the same entirely. Because metamorphosis is tough. But I hope that MIRACLE comes soon.

— Good Bye my ex :)

[write-the-stars-and-shadows]

Last Line Tag

Okay, so @blindthewind tagged me in this, thanks Minty! I didn’t write this super recently, but I think it might be nice if more people knew about the Library of Souls itself.

Library of Souls Excerpt:

The Library of Souls sprawled. It towered. It dominated the space between worlds because, by and large, it was the space between worlds.

Soren loved it.

The first time he’d seen the Library, he’d been newly corporeal and still confused about “seeing” as a function. He’d reached out of his body and tried to Know the Library, to Understand it, as he would have in his non-corporeal form, and he found it old. Older than The Society, which he knew was possible, but wasn’t common. The Library of Souls was as old as the multiverse, or older, perhaps, which wasn’t technically possible but wasn’t technically impossible either. And it was alive.

--et fin--

I just love for buildings to also be metaphysical entities of incomparable age and possible sentience. Also Soren, I love Soren.

I’ll tag @ink-fireplace-coffee @sunflowerliberty and @bloody-hugs You guys do this if you want, but no obligation of course! And if anyone else sees this and wants to do it, go for it! I’d love if you tagged me, too, I like to see what you guys write <3

[virtual-bakemono]

DEAD WEAPONS.

Yoshikado asked, “Do you think we were tragic lovers in a past life?”

Takiyasha hummed, pursed lips to the sky to taste the liquid honey of a tantalizing sun. “We’re not blood related, so even if we were, clearly I didn’t love you enough.”

He blinked, feeling the corodolium settle deep into his veins as he turned to his ‘twin’; sakura petals weaving through the ebony cascades of her hair. She was the catharsis of ardor that he idolized since childhood, staining him in her hubris and trauma. “Do you think you can love me now?”

authors note. there’s an old Japanese myth that says if two star crossed lovers commit dual suicide, then they’ll be reborn as twins.

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@godknives @lokiikonik @ikonikfilms @ccorpsidious

[homesteadchronicles]

Last Line Tag

My dear friend, @contes-de-rheio, mentioned me in the Last Line Tag yesterday and I felt I had something worth sharing! 

This comes from a piece I’ve been using as writing practice, one I’ve been debating posting here. If it never sees the light of day, have this mysterious excerpt instead:

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Those who notice Eirys regard her entrance with the dispassionate apathy paid to a fellow servant. Or did they purposely dismiss their princess? Nonsense, she thinks, but does not believe. 

Would such insolence not make sense? She is but another stumbling block to the damned’s salvation, a scourge to kiss their scars.

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Tagging: @writtenbyrain, @piyawrites, @suninks, @sunnydwrites, and anyone else who wants to participate! No pressure to do so, even for those tagged.