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December 10, 2014

mikkelbangmer:

Poem by rustyvoices



mikkelbangmer:



Poem by rustyvoices


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Published on December 10, 2014 10:33

Prompt

thewritingrealm:



He was the last thing she needed.


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Published on December 10, 2014 08:44

"In every novel, the character is a collage: a collage of different characters that you’ve known, or..."

“In every novel, the character is a collage: a collage of different characters that you’ve known, or heard about or read about.”

- Gabriel García Márquez (via writtenwordsl)
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Published on December 10, 2014 08:16

Prompt

thewritingrealm:



She sat up all night waiting by the windowsill.

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Published on December 10, 2014 02:49

peoplemask:

larissafae:

whatamievensaying:

annabellioncourt:

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peoplemask:



larissafae:



whatamievensaying:



annabellioncourt:



There’s a lovely old English myth that if someone who truely loved and trusted the werewolf called it by name that it would turn back to human.


Others include throwing their human clothes at it and it’d turn back but that’s a bit less romantic



#ok i understand ppl would take the romancey route here #but imagine the werewolf’s mother #or grandmother #some wizened old woman or middle aged woman #with wrinkles or hands toughened from years of labor #just going out into the woods #where even the men with axes won’t go anymore #and facing down the ravening beast #and saying #it’s time to come home



Or the grandmother throwing the werewolf’s clothes at it and being all “God damn it Jerry, put your fucking clothes back on.”



I am right here for the grandma vs werewolf stories.


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Published on December 10, 2014 02:22

December 7, 2014

marissa-n-m:

Take me here



marissa-n-m:



Take me here


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Published on December 07, 2014 21:35

"And he took me home and kissed me
till my heart looked like pulp
and we undressed each other from..."

“And he took me home and kissed me

till my heart looked like pulp

and we undressed each other from the inside out

and we loved till it was brimming

and mama, it was a disaster

and it was devastating

and it was light.”

- Azra T., excerpt of Red Riding Hood (via thebookhangover)
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Published on December 07, 2014 08:16

"i’m not a girl
i’m a storm with skin"

“i’m not a girl

i’m a storm with skin”

- (via sailllboat)
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Published on December 07, 2014 07:49

writeworld:

Writer’s Block
A picture says a thousand words....



writeworld:



Writer’s Block


A picture says a thousand words. Write them.


Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a metaphor, a commentary, or a critique about this picture. Write something about this picture.


Be sure to tag writeworld in your block!

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Published on December 07, 2014 07:22