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Ghost of You
You cling to my spine,Warmth invitingBut not like a summer day.Rather, it’s unnatural.It’s scary,For it’s the ghost of you. Your lips invade my dreams,soaking my brain like red wine,Memories bleeding.Vivid.Close.Too close. Tears prick my eyes as I emerge,Another horrible night,And I see the ghost of you.
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Blood in the Water: Preview
This had become old. Shallow breathing permeated the atmosphere as I rolled onto my side. Next to me, a slight, freckled lump of flesh nearly gave me a heart attack. Had I gotten drunk and seduced Vail into my bed for another night? I glanced at the spiky back of their head shaved right at […]
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breakdown
Once upon a time, there was girl. She kept on fighting for the world, Watching as it turned to swirls, Watching as it all unfurled: Ravaging tears and pink cheeks, Those challenging fears linked to the weak. Days turned into weeks, And all she did was break down. Break down, break down, Wearing a frown; […]
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O Apollo
O Apollo, Why must you confuse me for a nymph? You chase after me, Lust in your eyes, But you turn into a narcissus flower when I cut my hair. I’m only a reflection in the pond that you chase after. You’re pride. You’re vanity. Even Artemis was better at the hunt and knew better […]
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2022 Goals
Writing Goals Reach 100K words in Deathchasers Start writing Following The White Tale Start planning out Gaitha Blog Goals Have 3 people on the team Write more poems Write more book reviews Write more reviews in general Make my own writing tips Post more excerpts
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Being a Better Writer: Showing Small Character Details — Unusual Things
Hello readers! And welcome back to another installment of Being a Better Writer! A unique installment. For several reasons, in fact! And yes, it has to do with why there was only one post last week on the site. But first, just a forewarning that today’s post is the last installment of BaBW for the […] […]
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Loki: Review
Picking up from a scene in Avengers: Endgame, Loki follows the consequences of the God of Mischief’s mistake of picking up the tesseract but brings him on the adventure to learn what it means to be Loki. To be honest, I watched the show because I am a fan of the character Loki. But that […]
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Deathchasers Preview
During intermission, I searched the dressing room for Bakula and Ari. The heavy weight of my chest assured me I had seen Cronos. Sure, it was my destiny to bring peace to nature, but I couldn’t do it without these two. People and overlapping noise crowded the dressing room. They all scattered throughout the space, […]
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Behind the Book: Deathchasers
In the beginning, Deathchasers was basically a series written like the Warriors. I planned on having multiple volumes in the series. But that didn’t work out, so I combined the character Avalynne from fantasy novel of the same name. It was called Deathchasers: Avalynne. Unfortunately, I gave up on that too. The idea came back […]
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Cover Reveal: Deathchasers
Isn’t it beautiful? Prepare for more coming this weekend. Thank you Manya for making this cover. You’re a great cover artist. I love how it captures the dark essence of the story.
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Enchanted Kingdoms: We’re All Mad Here
Written by duo J.A. Armitage and J.A. Cullican, We’re All Mad Here is an Alice and Wonderland retelling that kicks off the Enchanted Kingdoms anthology, paying homage to this quirky classic with several twists. Style Together, Armitage and Cullican write in realistic narrative style that is similar to the narrative style to the book The […]
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Enchanted Kingdoms – The Ruin of Snow
In this anthology of fairy tale retellings called Enchanted Kingdoms, there’s one of Snow White and the Seven Dwarves. It’s called The Ruin of Snow by up-and-coming fantasy author Lacy Sheridan. It’s one of my favorite retellings and creates an empowering, complex female protagonist as opposed to the classic telling in which Snow White is […]
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O Venus
O Venus, As the somber drums echo my heavy feet During the plight of wilted roses To which gray fog lingers against my skin, I pray to you, O Venus, Let your red arrows strike Softer than lightning; Let the silky white doves fly High in the blue heavens. O Venus, I wither away from […]
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Again
There’s a tide in your eyes, and several hundred reasons why I should simply say goodbye as I look into the tide in your eyes. But there’s in the tide in your eyes that I can never deny, so I give it a try … Again. I’m falling Again. Catch me, I’m falling. Again. There’s […]
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Shadow
Light fades through the room, drones out the sound, uncertainty looms to the past to which we’re bound. I can’t feel your heart, but I know that it’s slow, unable to grow, lost in the wind that blow, so … You fade into a shadow. You don’t recognize the tears on my face. Everything we […]
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Bad News
Don’t bother to get too close. I won’t be your ideal host. I’m the fire, the burn, the ember, the spark, the flame, the smoke that’s making you nervous. You see me around, watching me drown, gray in the frown, walking in town, like I ain’t worth it. But you’ve heard it. I’m bad news. […]
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patchwork
Look at the stitches across my skin. Each is one a different pattern: The teddy bears of infancy and innocence; The bubbles of childhood and optimism; The clouds of adolescent darkness; And the wind of the future. Look at me. Am I not proud?
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Burn
Flares could cave in on my skin. Hot red flares burning my skin. Why did partake in such sin? To touch the amber gloss of her skin, hot red flares burning my skin, how could you not know what might’ve been? Sleep in the hollow night, you and your manly might. Do you you not […]
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melancholy
Where the water is dry, Where the fire is wet, A river of tears stream from my eyes. Where the sun is dark and gray, and the sky is mucky blue, I wander with no place to stay. Where lips curl downwards, where the only noise is a spark of hatred, I climb outwards. To […]
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Legacy
When we fade into the darkness, who remembers us? Are we nothing more than the dust we return to when our time is up? I remember when I was young, I dreamed about fame. I always wanted the whole world to know my name. Now, my dreams, my visions, my colors are tame. I think […]
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Abnegation
“Lose yourself in the art of selflessness,” they say. Lose yourself in the art of forgetting yourself by dedicating your heart to the meek, the poor, the hungry, the homeless, the thirsty, the naked, and the oppressed, for what is better than a life of poverty and self-service? No personality. No flavor. Just gray. Selfless, […]
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hear
Her eyes are a festival of warm tears; her ears are a melody of cold fears,for the aria she once heard has turned black—black as a tire that has hit a flat. The world is a void of endless solitude, for the world she knew is quietude. Vibrations rise through her feet; now, she won’t […]
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the past complex
Creamy-walled rooms bare the marks of each year.Another year passes;another year is gone. An influx of new and old faces smacks me with tears;once the wound has healed, another mural bleeds into dull palettes. Another year passes; another year is gone. New voices. Old ones fade to oblivion. Each face shreds like paper into the […]
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the carnival
In the night, stars dance across the ceiling as a neon parade swarms the circle. Vibrant diversity rings in each color, in each promenade. A mass of euphoria, of ecstasy, takes over each swing, each dance, each act as they contort themselves, risk themselves, outcast themselves all for the sake of twinkling under the stars. […]
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First Heartbreak
Thank you for being first heartbreak. Thank you for putting all at stake. Thank you for making my heart ache. Thank you for breaking my heart. You pushed until I saw red. You pushed until the last straw. I saw it. I broke it. I know it. Me. You. Not us. Me. You. Not us. […]
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Watercolor
You’re a kaleidoscope of color in my eyes. Much like a rainbow palette toned into the dull hues of a storm, You drain the world.You bleed through light until the page is sodden and weeping. Something unremitting—something that swells against your very soul is a toxin. Nothing neon. Nothing pastel. Nothing lightening the woe.You’re a […]
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Pride
The world, much like the human race, is stitched together into a clock; at some point, the hour hand, the minute hand, and the tiny second hand will stop at its permanent midnight. Life was meant to be Paradise, but the juice of the fruit created a mechanic toxin of complexity: somethings are black and […]
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Me
I’m the girl under a cloud of gray.I’m the one who never understandsHow conflict a world it is in which we live. Time goes right and left until it collides. Good and bad intertwine in the middle of the clouds. Apparently, it’s human to live in the leeway.I’m the girl who measures life in sunshine, […]
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Dear Soulmate
Dear soulmate, The crimson rays of the sun tantalize the sand of mourning, and yet, as the sun brushes down on the squelching moans, I see everything, and nothing, so clearly as if the sun were white —Tears make kaleidoscopes of hovering hearts. It clings to this wasted game; yes, it smears the innocent … […]
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the ballerina
A melody pirouettes in the darkness of my brain; a haze of color, ignites me, fight me, until I am tamed.Toes pointed.Body fluent in untold grace. Stomach tucked in. Legs long. Breath, a song. “Here the cheers,” they say behind the curtains, a drapery of velvet tears, an elegy of youthful years. “Here the chears,” […]
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Ghost
Tangled in the shadows of my dreams, trapping me in a web of wires, tapping into the pulse you require, there you are. No words that replace time—it was the best; it was the worst; it was a blessing; it was a curse. The sun would shine; thunder would roar. It was the light of […]
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glitch
Through the shadows of the hallways, She walks, surrounded by whispers:”Glitch,” is the her name, they say,but her heat, her soul, never turns crisper. Wires strung under her skin like veins, Brain, electrodes of green code. They say she doesn’t understand pain.Her youth is on a permanent hold. Heart of copper. Blood of potassium.Brain of […]
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Gold
A heart of gold. Too young,A soul is soldFor sun. A heart of gold. No sun,You see as oldAs fun. A heart of gold,BeautyAs time is toldRudely. A heart of gold, Papers grow cold.If I was toldI would grow old.
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Winter
Little snowflakes—The fuzzy embroidery of heaven on my windows; Yet, when I touch the watery solid with the warm flesh of my fingers, it’s not heaven at all I’m seeing.It’s purgatory on Earth: not quite heaven, but at least not hell. The climatic pests of sweat and back-breaking labor, The swarm of heat that pulses […]
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December
Come December, One year since you spoke, I won’t rememberHow I first broke. Come December, When everything changed, I first rememberHow free my soul remained. Come December, Ready to move onFrom the NovemberWhere it all went wrong. It’s December; I’ve let go of September; I’ll ignite my emberInto the words I rememberUntilDecemberComes Again.
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Last Summer
The world seemed to slow downlike the endless crimson sunsetwe seemed to admire.Your name—Slow. Easy. Soft as a feather. My name—Fast. Hard. Sharp on he face. Yet, the details fade; Your face, I evade. The choices I madeLast summer.Never under the strobe lights, did we dance; Never by the firelight, did we kiss. Last summer, […]
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Loud
Drown them out;The tender ballads,The operatic arias, Crescendo againstMy brain.Drown them out; The sounds of the world, They’ve become too loud: Even the whispersGraze my nerves. Drown them out;The synthetic world—The blips, The instrumentals that hideIn an unfocused background of shadows—of melodious emotion Is better than silence:Thoughts subside whenThe melody explodes into A forte;And a […]
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Announcement III
In addition to posting Wilhelm’s Rose, I want to give you, the audience the chance to shed some light on your tips and techniques for writing. I will be posting excerpts for feedback. What does that mean? It means, I hope you are all kind enough to share your ideas on things I can improve […]
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MAL
Once upon a time,a dark fairychose a heart of gold. Once upon a time, the prince’s heartShe earned,Rising from the cutsAnd burns. Once upon a time, she loved himFor his heartNot his crown.Once upon a time, she turned the worldAround. Once upon a time, She became fire,Igniting from the her soul of ember. Once upon […]
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Announcement II
Even though the approval was few, I’m still willing to write a novel on here, so here’s the good news: coming soonWilhelm’s Rose
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Eve
Red as a ruby apple. Black dazzling with crystals. Cast off like misfit; Magic was my strength, So I used itLike a puppet. Red as the magicIn my veins. Crystal likeThe glass I look into In vain. I am bad. Eat my apple,My forbidden fruit. If you sleep, You’re like me. You’re Eve. Black is […]
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Writing to feel the world
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