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[adventurerswritingguild]

Please give a warm welcome to the Adventurer’s Writing Guild, a writing community exclusively open in April & August! Public invites close in 2 weeks 🔮

🦋🔗Join us here! 🔗🦋

In 2020, @nashxra and @shylovrs started a writing Discord server called “let’s #Escapril” in dedication to the April challenge by Savannah Brown. We’ve grown a loving, warm community in the years since…but there’s a fork in every road, adventurers. We’ve decided to rebrand to the AWG to welcome every writer from every creed ⚔🛡

Check out our About page for more info, but here's a quick breakdown of what we provide:

An Inclusive Discord Server: Discuss your writing ventures & share your work 

Prompts & Challenges: Curated to inspire your writing adventures

Community-curated Playlists: Sate your daydreaming needs

Exclusive Workshops: Held in collaboration with @poetryorchard

Collaborative Annual Anthologies: Free & featuring work from members of the guild

Dedicated Co-writing Sessions: Work on projects with fellow adventurers

[nostlagiac]

what is it to weild a red dying sun within the stratified layers of your palm? 

to feel the cold burn into your bone marrow, to sense the blooming end of something great buried beneath your skin, to serve as a vessel, dabs of viburnum on each pulse point. 

- reincarnation of a galaxy 

[scorchroots]

     - the view from up here

(text under the cut)

(a prolonged cry, piercing as a knife)

Doppler can’t tell you how a scream sounds falling in your own lungs you have to find out for yourself

let go of my hand and let me find out for myself

not one is the same as another—there are no words to say what is mine   what is mine   what is mine

(an arc of golden light)

is this a journey you will take alone? there is no climb only the fall no adventure only air and war and gnashing beak

hold me tightly and feel the wind swept up in my chest

one way or another We all fall down

(a sickening crunch, and footsteps as the remnants gets to its feet)

[levrathan]

Need a place to settle down, have a cup of tea, and rest your weary eyes with others just the same? A net to talk to sleep deprived writers with procrastination issues and life getting in the way? Look no further! 

How to Apply: 

You must be following the admins: Faru and Kate (x) , and the mods: Sasha and Aimi

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You must have a Discord account in order to join!

What We are Looking For: 

Original content writers. Writing can include anything from prose and poetry to novels and short stories 

Moderately experienced writers

Active, friendly, and open blogs and Discord users

What You’ll Find in the Net: 

A network of friendly, open, and encouraging writers and poets from all types and walks of life! 

Feedback and advice not only in writing but all that might trouble your weary mind

Friendly and encouraging writing advice and feedback!

Writing activities, prompts, and references for you to utilize from a cast of people you can’t find just anywhere 

Who We Will Not Accept: 

Anyone who agrees and/or sympathizes with any form of rac/ism, homo/phobia, trans/phobia, sex/ism, xeno/phobia, te/rfs/rad/fem, bi/phobia, basically anyone with an intolerant mindset 

More Info: 

We will be accepting 20 new members 

The deadline for this is July 5th, 2019 at midnight EST (GMT-5) 

Please track #wearywnet and #wwnet for updates, news, and awesome pieces of writing from your local tumblrs! 

If you have any questions or concerns, do not be afraid to contact any admin or mod at any time, we will get back to you asap! 

Although we want anyone who is even the slightest bit interested to apply, we hope that anyone that is at least somewhat serious about their writing does apply! We would love to help you along this path and learn whatever we can along with you! 

We can’t wait to meet all of you and read all the writing you’re willing to share and get to know all of you! 

[pinklybronzed]

I want to be in your company / even if it's bad for me / I want to lie in your arms / even with your bad energy

SKD Ryan [excerpt]

[nostlagiac]

Fire suits the lonesome. Fire has a presence. It breathes, it moves, it seems like a living entity.

while andalus fell  || © f.z, 2019

[scorchroots]

I sharpen my nails and imagine they’re knives as combat boots hit the pavement on harvard ave no one out but me and the crows and god fucking knows what else

what are these stains down my black blouse? get too close and you’ll smell them and all of the sweat of a day’s work it’s masked beneath the coffee brewing

no makeup absolute stalk of a walk rat’s nest of hair and a death glare

oh what kind of day are we starting here half passed closing time over the I-90 I stop on the bridge and sing as the cars pass the siren’s song of allston

mother doesn’t know about my tuesday nights about the sore blisters and the fevered burns about the last calls and the dark laughter and god fucking knows what else

     - the city

[scorchroots]

tide, heart, pulse, all at once do they beat in time? no

what birthright have we forsaken when we fall beneath the waves do we fall after all? or do we sleep what sweet afterlife awaits us there

every time I lose my breath I think the seas have forsaken us in turn it is the only thing we deserve to have her steal life from us the way we do from her

the moon sings me to sleep as my breath hitches in my chest and the tide crashes over me violent, violent, violent light

it moves in our image, after all the moon is only a reflection, after all we are at her mercy, after all it is a mercy to succumb, after all

     - submerged in water