we’ve fallen this far already:
we may as well land in each others’ arms.
[locked wip] . one/?
✯ notes: this is a new fun and adored side project that i had in mind. this one will be for pure enjoyment and experiencing things! try to guess and fill in the blank lines if you can 🩹💒 ✯
I’ve mentioned before how useful Dungeons and Dragons can be for worldbuilding. Well, in this episode I break down exactly why that is. Is it time you started playing D&D to help your writing?
Worldbuild with Kill My Darlings. Listen wherever you get your podcasts. Links on blog or as source.
Promt: day 25 - Arancia
Fandom: The Old Guard
“- Come stanno andando i nostri alberi? - Chiese il più giovane, portando i piatti a tavola.
Yusuf lo seguì, poggiando le arance sulla tovaglia bianca.
- Abbiamo un ottimo raccolto di arance quest'anno. Potremmo anche regalarle o venderle. - Disse, versandosi un po’ d'acqua nel bicchiere.”
Something to Remember
NaNo will be pretty hard, especially with us teen writers juggling school. But the most important thing is that you first. Your mental health is much more important than a novel. If you’re tired, take a break!! I’m really guilty of this, but don’t hold your pee in until you’ve finished that sentence! Eat regularly, and at least have three meals and 2 LITRES OF WATER, NO MORE NO LESS. YOUR KIDNEYS SHAN’T SCREAM FOR HYDRATION-
Haha, but on a serious note. Look after your body before your story!!
It’s coming out soon! 🥳
I am finishing the editing of the last chapters.
“The mancer cursed and killed the boy hero. He was given a mark. This mark would never leave him. This mark was not only impressed on his lower abdomen, but this represented the curse by a powerful magician and it had been impressed on his soul as well.” ~ BENJAMIN JONES. The Call of The Shaman ✌️
I wonder how
the world will be
in another day’s time
or and the possibilities
I wonder what
the future will bring
and in every minute
how we will become something
I wonder when
it all will heal
and the promises we make
can be appealed
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But then, what are words?
October is the kindest month; they let leaves fall like grace.
Dark thoughts ignite my soul.
October is the kindest month; they let leaves fall like grace.
In August 1765 the East India Company defeated the young Mughal emperor and forced him to establish in his richest provinces a new administration run by English merchants who collected taxes through means of a ruthless private army – what we would now call an act of involuntary privatisation.
The East India Company’s founding charter authorized it to ‘wage war’ and it had always used violence to gain its ends. But the creation of this new government marked the moment that the East India Company ceased to be a conventional international trading corporation dealing in silks and spices and became something much more unusual: an aggressive colonial power in the guise of a multinational business. In less than four decades it had trained up a security force of around 200,000 men – twice the size of the British army – and had subdued an entire subcontinent, conquering first Bengal and finally, in 1803, the Mughal capital of Delhi itself. The Company’s reach stretched until almost all of India south of the Himalayas was effectively ruled from a boardroom in London.
#TheAnarchy tells the remarkable story of how one of the world’s most magnificent empires disintegrated and came to be replaced by a dangerously unregulated private company, based thousands of miles overseas in one small office, five windows wide, and answerable only to its distant shareholders. In his most ambitious and riveting book to date, @williamdalrymple tells the story of the East India Company as it has never been told before, unfolding a timely cautionary tale of the first global corporate power.
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Ebbing away from the shore of reality, the voices of my past echoed. Back then, it did not feel like the world was turning or time was flying, but today, it seems like a sudden transition of stages to me. This wave hits hard at times; that night, reality seemed to erode away with it, bringing back a pulchritudinous period of my life forming a bay of memories. At the wake of this realisation, I wanted to forget the tiresome days and yearned for more such sleepless nights; to find my way out of the city lights, in the stretch of bustling streets that extend their arms to each other- an escape from this intricate maze. Wading back to the buoyancy of yesteryear, I was seeking solace.
While my eyes were fixed on the ceiling wall, my toes wriggled under the blanket and my soul twirled at a horizon even beyond. I, being a dreamer, imagined myself spinning in a pirouette under a canopy of stars with one of them falling in love with me as a 90’s love song played around us - my conscience comprehending that I, no longer loathed my present being. At this point, the avalanche that once fell with much fury was being metamorphosed into a pellet of hail. And I gazed at it, with gratitude, to have helped me endure more conundrums.
Retracing paths that were left behind, I got my footprints imprinted on only the blossom paths. The walls that confined my consciousness to worries and misery, had now lost to the reminiscence of a cheerful past. For it had reminded me that I was not a shrub behind the walls, but an ivy growing over them- determined to see the world out there, from where I hear the voices of old-time, of chatters and laughter. Contentment filled forthwith that spilt out as a sense of tranquillity and at this moment, yes, this moment, I realised that I’ve found the perfect zen space for me, I discovered it within myself.
I am a mouse under the microscope:
Limbs stretched wide, eyes
Open and empty, insides spilled
Into the fluorescent light.
Poked and prodded,
Held together by pins.
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Promt: Day 19 - Hurt-comfort
Fandom: Good Omens
“we’re on our side” “there is no ‘our side’ crowley, not anymore. It’s over.” ep03
Promt: day 20 - Soulmate AU
Fandom: festival di Sanremo RPF
Ognino ha un gioiello con incastonata la pietra del proprio mese di nascita. Quando si illumina la propria anima gemella è nelle ficinanze. Quando finalmente la trova la pietra comincerà a lampeggiare lieve.
“La sua collana non la smetteva di fare luce, tanto che si riusciva a vedere anche sotto la stoffa della sua camicia.
Non ci voleva, non adesso.”
Hello, my name is Julie Klehr, and it is my absolute honor to introduce you to my debut novel. The unEarthen :Fear of the Flightless.
The unEarthen plane is everything your childhood imagination could dream of, floating cities full of fairytale creatures, and it all exists just beyond the tip of your nose.
Rosie Mathias is in her junior year of college, when the program she’d sunk all of her time into kicks her to the curb. After a night of drowning her feelings in overpriced cocktails, she finds herself being lead willingly into oblivion by a tall stranger.
Now an alien in land of monsters, Rosie strives to succeed in her new role as their author. Documenting the lives and cultures of a society she couldn’t have even begun to imagine a year before.
Welcome to the unEarthen plane, but know these rules, nothing is truly free, don’t get too close to the edge, and most of all remember, human nature transcends humanity.