#my writring

[diphthongsfordays]

Me, discovery-writing chapters 1 and 2: Okay so this will be YA. Good to know.

Me, realizing in chapter 4 the mc is about to brutally murder a man: okay so maybe not

[diphthongsfordays]

Word Find Tag

Thanks for the tag, @winterandwords!!

melt (Firetide Rising 3)

The deck shifted, and Kina slipped. Her foot skidded, as though on sand, and she glanced down. The deck was melting, falling away like dust, mixing with the dark waves below.

Panic spiked, and she forced it down. For an instant, reached for her overhead focus, to send the magic away and stop the vision. But she hesitated. She could dismiss it if she wanted to. But she wasn’t so sure she wanted to this time.

over (Deathdancer)

Her body prickled, sensation condensing for an instant as his next move solidified, a flush of warm pain flashing from her armpit across her right shoulder joint. She shifted, heeding the warning in her body, and dodged the blow at the last moment as his sword flicked, changing course with deadly control.

A loud gasp rose from the crowd, locals cheering over the outsiders groans.

wood (Deathdancer)

For a brief moment, Ailin was alone in the comforting shadows. No crowd to perform to, no orders to obey, no questions to avoid answering.

She pressed herself into the corner, warm wood against her sweaty back, and covered her face with her hands. She flexed her fingers, then her toes, systematically tying herself to the present. Twitching muscles slowly settled, echoes of pain pulsing unsteadily to nothing.

old (Deathdancer)

Water bubbled in a large, marble-tiled fountain at the center. A massive bronze statue stood in the water, of a humanoid figure with a working hourglass head. Hazarys, the eternal god. Guardian of the past, guide of the future. Time made divine.

Time-touched were said to be descendants of Hazarys. That was why Aramzind had never been without an Oracle, in this thousand-year-old city that had birthed divinity in the heart of their Oasis.

I tag (with no pressure!): @afoolandathief, @thegreatobsesso, @ink-fireplace-coffee, @mel-writes-with-her-dragons, @i-love-books-and-so-do-you, and anyone else who wants!

Your words are: catch, class, carry, column

[gfletcherjournals]

Somewhere, Nowhere, Everywhere, Anywhere, but Here: Sequence #1: Postcards to the Inland Empire Part 2

Thinking of you, you, somewhere out there. Cleaved from me. Divided from my flesh, my heart, my soul. You ignited me. Changed me. And then you fled through the gaps of my fingers. You escaped from the clefts of my heart.

Remembering you from the other side of nowhere. Or somewhere. Who knows? Ever since you left, up is down, down is up, and and atoms of this world grind together in a manner that rattles my brain and breaks my jaw.

So here I am, hollowed out, made empty, and broken by the absence of your touch. Forgotten on the shores of somewhere, or nowhere, or who cares where until I wither and fade into nothing.

[notanotherbite]

if shit works, it works. if he wants me, he can try. i'm not doing it all this time. not again. i can't and won't pour my heart out into every relationship because none of them work.