TW Witkowski

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Writing words of death!

As you write a detailed and draining story, you begin to repeat or settle on words. A way to finish the grind. They are forgotten filler…the worst kind. We must find these words of death and rip them from the bowels of our creations. They are not wanted!

Hit ctrl F to bring up the find box in your work and type in a word of death. Depending on your genre, they will present themselves. For the fantasy fiction writers out there, my kin, put the word “lush” in that box. The first word of death.

Delete it, change it, rewrite the entire sentence…paragraph…chapter! Please send out your own words of death to keep us fighting. #writing #authors #wordsofdeath #novel

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President Francis J. Underwood

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Word

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I make my own reality and it has 25 posts.

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AIVAZOVSKY, Ivan Konstantinovich (b. 1817, Feodosiya, d. 1900, Feodosiya)

The Black Sea at Night Oil on canvas, 100 x 76 cm Ed. Orig. Lic. Ed.

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The typewriter is back.

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DORÉ, Gustave (1832-1883)

Illustration for John Milton’s Paradise Lost, detail 1866 Engraving Ed. Orig. Lic. Ed.

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One of my all time Dore favs.

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The four major Abrahamic religions. First three are obvious with the fourth (understood as fourth) sleeper being Baha'i. Each with their own creator. #allforone #oneforall #abraham #bahai

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Dokkalfar Huntress by Athayar

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Beautiful

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Not mine. Clearly have not the talent, but someone does.

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to all the lovely writers out there,

please continue writing. i know that having feedbacks help but please know that we all need more people like you. it doesn’t matter if you’ve only got a reader, or if you have none at all but never stop writing.

you may start badly now, but sooner or later, i know you’ll improve.

do not write for others, write for yourself. that’s the most importan thing that you need to remind yourselft. write whatever you want, whatever you like. write a story that you’ve always wanted to read. who the hell cares if you write about a flying dolphin with four arms or a girl who tries to get out of a wolf’s stomach- it’s your story.

remember: write for yourself. :]

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Pandemonium - Lucifer's anointed home his new neighborhood of Hell. This was a necessity to create a tangible kingdom to rule and a throne on which to reign. Banished by God no longer allowed in the city of Heaven. He and his fallen were cast into the proverbial and celestial suburbs.

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Penemue, Angel of the Written Word

www.angelarium.net —-

What hath been wrought Across the fiery hilltop

These sculptures of men Whose names the Angels forgot

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PSA for my fellow white people

Latino/Latina: originating from the Carribean, South or Central America. Gender neutral term (in English) is usually written as latinx.

Sentence: María was born in Ecuador, so she is Latina.

Hispanic: Spanish-speaking.

Sentence: José was born in Brazil, so he is NOT Hispanic, since his country’s official language is Portugese, but he IS considered Latino.

Mexican: from the Central American country named Mexico, NOT a language. NOTICE! not all Latinos in the US are from Mexico

Sentence: Enrique was born in Mexico, so he is Mexican. Enrique speaks Spanish, since “Mexican” is not a language. 

Chicano/Chicana/Chicanx: a person of Mexican descent (usually born in the US)

Sentence: Anna’s parents were born in Mexico, so she identifies as Chicana. Her friend Miguel’s parents are from Colombia, so he identifies as Latino.

Spanish: a language spoken by many countries all over the world/ originating from the country Spain. NOTICE! not the only language spoken in Spain or South/Central America.

Sentence: Juan was born in Madrid, so he is Spanish. He only speaks Spanish, but has friends who speak other languages.

Quechua, Catalan, Nahuatl, Gallego, Euskera: other languages spoken in countries where Spanish is the ‘official’ language. Many Hispanics are bilingual and Spanish may not be their native language.

Sentence: Alba was born in a region of Spain called Catalonia. Even though she is Spanish, she speaks Catalan with her family and friends. 

Sentence #2: Sofia was born in Mexico and does not speak “Mexican,” but her family does speak Nahuatl, a native language originating in Mexico.

That is all.

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Mandatory reading for my followers. 

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For all my followers

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This is an article I had my students read when I was teaching. http://hgsa.tamu.edu/sites/default/files/Comas-Dias_Evolution_of_Identity.pdf

Educate yourself and become a more knowledgeable person. :)

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Seems like a necessary piece of education for the misinformed.

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The seduction of Lilith

For most of the trip their horses trotted side by side. One night as they broke camp she slid underneath his blanket. For added warmth on a cold night… she said to him. Her body pressed against his; he found it ironic that if she was so cold why she had only a thin gown on to keep her warm. Her hands rubbed the muscles of his stomach and scratched his belly lightly. He had wanted her close since the first night they met in Cross. The green eyes controlled him; he was frozen with anticipation and fear. “Try not to wake anyone…” she spoke as her hands slipped underneath his belt. They were cold against his skin, but his blood soon warmed to her touch. Lucifer pulled her close letting her finish her seduction. He began to moan and she stopped with a giggle. “Be quiet or I will stop.” She whispered. Lilith pressed her lips to his, sucking any more noises into her mouth. He turned on his back and looked over the camp, the fire crackled and he was able to see that the others were still sleeping. His eyes shot to the night sky and then closed as his body could wait no longer within her grasp. He tensed momentarily and then released. The last thing her remembered was her cool smile before she laid her head on upon his chest and fell asleep.

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Last Battle by jamga

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#gustavedore #archangel #michael

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Addition of the Archangel House

Iuvart was younger back then, his personality softer. Somewhere along the way the Angel hardened; he was rigid and his tongue sharp. It was if he was done with this world, that none of it mattered to him anymore. Raum received his Angels wings here in Havilah. The set twitched at the memory. He stretched them out and pulled one around to his chest and preened it. Iuvart had presided over the ceremony; his words were inspiring. I doubt he even shows up anymore Raum thought. After that, he left for the House of Principality to study the ways of healing; there he learned the ways of horticulture, botany and alchemy. He was adept at the craft, but his true love lay within the Order of the Thrones. He was proficient in the sky from the moment he took to the air and after that he longed to go faster and faster. Raum studied the Throne house endlessly. The last Order of the First Sphere, they were the aerial force of the Choir. Their skill in flight was unmatched and Raum knew that in combat they struck with devastating speed. The sigil was the burning wheel. Unlike the other houses, Thrones were blessed with an interesting ability to transform into a fiery wheel giving them capabilities to span great lengths in mere moments. Thrones were also the universal transports and messengers. From the first moments, Raum remembered, he was hooked. He looked back to the crest of house Angel and replaced it with his present creed that he whispered in his heart…Discipline, Control, Excellence. ​ ​“What is the name of this new House?” Raum shook back into the moment. Iuvart was finished calculating and had stumbled upon an obvious question. ​“If I am to choose who is to join and lead this house, build new sleeping quarters and ready the training, then I should know the name, don’t you think?” ​“The new house will be called Archangel.”