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June 19, 2015

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Published on June 19, 2015 17:11

Writing Prompt #286: Hook, Line and Sinker

There was something silent walking through town and it left flaming footprints in its wake.

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Published on June 19, 2015 16:14

Body language that conveys embarrassment other than blushing

purple-pyro:

Because some of you fanfic writers need this

Taking steps backwardsHiding your face in your handsShifting glances all around the roomWide eyesCrossing your arms across yourselfTaking a defensive stance/poseStuttering (USE SPARINGLY PLEASE)
Scratching the back of your head
Shifting weight from side to side
Exaggerated hand motions (fanning self, vague gestures, etc.)
Nervous quirks (playing with your hair, picking at skin/clothing, etc.)
Turning head sideways to avoid staring straight ahead

Keep in mind that blushing comes from blood running to the face, so people aren’t going to turn cherry red, especially if they have darker skin where it’s less obvious. 


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Published on June 19, 2015 14:20

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Published on June 19, 2015 13:23

promptsgalore:

Write about waking up in a foreign country.

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Write about waking up in a foreign country.

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Published on June 19, 2015 12:26

June 17, 2015

"I have never been
Taught to love
So I accept in bruises
And in agony
I have never been
Taught..."

“I have never been

Taught to love

So I accept in bruises

And in agony

I have never been

Taught to love

So I feel it

In self-loathing

And in hatred

I have never been

Taught to love

So I show it

In tears

And in screams”

- gongooozler (via wnq-writers)
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Published on June 17, 2015 06:43

"You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love."

“You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.”

- Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena (via larmoyante)
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Published on June 17, 2015 05:46

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Published on June 17, 2015 04:49

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Published on June 17, 2015 03:52