Last Line tag

Thanks for this one, @awritingcaitlin! I wrote yesterday for the first time in a whole calendar week (!!!) and it's so lovely to catch up on sleep, rest, and laundry, and writing again :D Here's the last thing I wrote:

He blinks, and notices the fireflies, flashing and lighting the way back towards the farmhouse, the windows glowing with golden light. There’s the sound of a car on gravel, and a moment later, Clint’s headlights are visible on the side of the barn.

I'll pass gentle tags to @mysticstarlightduck @winterandwords @indecentpause @pertinax--loculos @tragicheirs @winglesswriter @thewriteflame and anyone else who sees this <3

lines tag

I'd like to thank @sodaliteskull for the ancient nine lines, nine people tag and @sergeantnarwhalwrites for the heads up 7 up and a separate last line! I'm gonna pass any one of those three challenges (of your choosing) onto @winterandwords , @moltenwrites , @finickyfelix , @daisywords , @kalicofox and anyone else who wants to join in

"Captain, the—" he stopped in his tracks, and his head tilted a little, as if he was trying to work something out. "Sir? Are you okay?"

AJ cleared his throat, trying to rid himself of the last of the fog running through his mind. He recognised the feeling as inebriation— a hazy feeling at the corner of his mind that was blurring his sight ever so slightly and hazing his senses just enough to make it noticeable— but he couldn't recall drinking at all in the last weeks. He wouldn't, not in a time like this... Surely not.

"Yes, quite alright, Harrison. Did you come with news?"

Harrison nodded slowly, finding it hard to ignore something that was clearly going on. "Yes, uh... The storm— the fog, I guess? It's cleared."

He knew this already. The fog had come and gone with his angel, he'd managed to attain that much, but not only that, this feeling of haze had given him an innate understanding, and he could tell without looking that they were once again on clear waters.

Seven Sentence Sunday

Thanks for the tag @illarian-rambling! I am so sorry I'm hitting this so late. But ayy I somehow hit a Sunday regardless.

Rules: Post seven sentences from what you've been working on

I tag: @winterandwords @the-void-writes @isherwoodj @desastreus @revenantlore @vacantgodling (only if y'all want!)

Uhhh cw: suggestive

Donnie couldn't believe it. Really couldn't but it was how it rolled. The fluorescent bills Green had handed him crumpled in his pants pockets. He worked another button undone with repaired arms. He had to talk to Green again, even if it meant risking a knife to his throat. They were sure some of it was mechanic anyway, it wouldn't flat out kill him.

What they really couldn't believe was the sight of said crime lord busying themselves between a red head's thighs. A relaxedness in her body he hadn't figured was possible. And he didn't need cybernetic eyes to know that was Peace panting quiet curses. Who the fuck didn't know Peace? At this moment he wished they all knew each other less.

(More than) Nine lines, nine people

Tay for the tag @space-writes

From Snow on the Pines:

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“You sure you want to do this?”

“I have no choice.” Fen’s voice was dead.

He took the flint knife in his right hand and ran it along the palm of his left. Fen didn’t flinch. He caused his bloody hand and grabbed one of the sewn ears of his hood. This he hacked off before placing it on the alter.

“I cast myself out, having failed to fulfill my duty to the village. Until I find and return Playa-Thá, alive or dead, I consign myself to beyond the palis, and my soul to the Endless Night.

“Let Al-Gia hear my words, and bind me to them.”

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Tagging @theink-stainedfolk @the-golden-comet @drchenquill @darkandstormydolls @kaylinalexanderbooks

@winterandwords @spideronthesun @somethingclevermahogony @glasshouses-and-stones + open tag

Find the word tag

Thanks for the tag @writingrosesonneptune @theink-stainedfolk

My words are: reach, turn, held, crank, ordinary, dust, sanctuary, clouds

Reach (from The Glass Cage): Playa reached out. Her fingertips hit something smooth and slick.

I knew it. She thought. Just like the other enclosure, this one is encased in a clear glass.

Turn(ed) (from Snow on the Pines): All was as quiet as the Deep. The three slipped out through the South Gate unnoticed. Fen paused for a moment and turned to look back at Fernstan for what may be the last time.

Held (from Wings of Twilight): “This is it!” Fen declared. “Playa is being held somewhere in here.”

Crank (from Snow on the Pines): Two placed their hands upon the crank and turned. The gears of the windlass rotated, and up rose the anchor from the water.

Ordinary (from Snow on the Pines): “To be honest, I don’t have any idea how I’ve managed .” Fen told her [Cya]. “What is ordinary for those on the ground can seem awfully foreign to those who live above it. Sometimes I don’t know where I fit in, having lived a life I wasn’t meant to live.”

Sanctuary (from Snow on the Pines): “You will be denied entry to the five villages and the outposts for the duration of one year. For that time, you will be outside of the protection that the law provides. Only in the Sanctuary of Exiles will you find refuge.”

Dust (from Wings of Twilight): Unlike the other parts of the facility, which were meticulously cleaned, these corridors were heavily covered with dust and debris, as if no one had been in them for a very long time.

Clouds (from The Glass Cage): It was like a sea of clouds or fog. Everything shifted and flowed, changing from smooth white to story grey, then back in no time at all.

Tagging @moltenwrites @write-with-will @ark-inkweaving @thebookishkiwi @winterandwords

@eccaiia @finchmomentwrites @novel-nook-blog @honeybewrites @theaistired and open tag

Your words are: storm, danger, gamble,rumor

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tag @pippinoftheshire

Here’s a watercolor piece I’m working on right now featuring Fen and Playa (I may use this as cover art for Snow on the Pines if it looks good):

NP tag @sarandipitywrites @world-of-iridensia @write-with-will @riveriafalll @moltenwrites

@winterandwords @ahordeofwasps @leahnardo-da-veggie @writingrosesonneptune @gioia-writes-and-others and open tag

Tag: 9 Lines 9 People VII

I was tagged by @winterandwords! Thank you!

Have something from a very old concept I'm playing around with again, currently called GAPS WIP:

“Are any of your sisters engaged?” Elia asked. She knew they weren’t, at least not officially, but there had been engagement rumours about all three of his sisters at various points over the past several years.

“No, though not due to a lack of trying on the part of my parents and various officials,” Hugh replied.

She looked at him curiously. 

“Cath is too focused on her studies to meet suitors, Mags refuses to come home from her travels if there’s a suitor waiting to meet her, and Beth…” He trailed off with a smile. “Beth is just too stubborn.”

Too stubborn? What did that mean?

“At first they tried to introduce her to men, and she wasn’t interested. She actually challenged one to combat and beat him so badly that he rescinded his offer out of shame before she had a chance to turn him down. And then they gave up on men and started introducing her to appropriate women, and that’s when she decided she would only marry for love,” he said.

Elia is speaking to her fiance one-on-one for the first time ever. His family is not like hers at all. Also she hates meeting new people. It's... not a good time, though Hugh is trying to be charming enough for both of them.

I tag @keen2meecha, @corishadowfang, @space-writes, and anyone else who wants to play! As always, no pressure!

Last Line Tag

I was tagged in this awhile ago. I'm never gonna stop slacking, my bad. Thanks for the tag @winterandwords!

I tag: @revenantlore @aether-wasteland-s @the-void-writes @vacantgodling @aalinaaaaaa (only if y'all want of course)

Julie flung slime onto the ground. A short wave of annoyance hitting when spindly strands only wrapped around her instead. Annoyance growing at a downright evil smell hitting her face.

"Why the fuck do you both smell like you went dumpster diving in fish guts on a hot summer day?"

She turned her head and saw the bleeding and highly unamused bear morpher holding Elliot in her arms. Clothed more in blood than whatever torn fabric resided.

"Skunk morpher," Saz stated monotone, resting Elliot in front of the other morpher before walking off.

"Dead skunk morpher." Elliot added, burying his face in his hands.

Six Song OST Game!

Again! Tagged by @mysticstarlightduck here, thanks!

Rules: Make a soundtrack for your WIP/OC following the prompts

Blank prompts:

Event that defines your character's past:
How your character sees themselves:
How others view them:
Their closest relationship:
A major fight scene:
End Credit Scene:

A quick spin of the OC wheel this time gives us:

Lily!!

A 200-ish year old teenager that...gets into a loooooot of trouble. A lot of the time. Well. She gets into trouble because trouble finds her most of the time.

Event that defines your character's past: Penny's Song - Felicia Day
How your character sees themselves: Merry Happy - Kate Nash
How others view them: Bad Reputation - Joan Jett and the Blackhearts
Their closest relationship: Interlude - Yuki Kajiura
A major fight scene: Sabotage - Beastie Boys
End Credit Scene: Do That Thang - Lady Sway

Tagging no pressure!

@tc-doherty @bloodlessheirbyjacques @aether-wasteland-s @nacricissa @theeccentricraven

@daisywords @faeriecinna @americanfemcel @emberlyric @theprissythumbelina

@crazyinspirationaldreams @vacantgodling @erieautumnskies

@talesofsorrowandofruin @tryingtimi @theoracleofgiana

@at-thezenith @full-on-sam @lyutenw @librarysilverfish

@theunboundwriter @sleepyowlwrites @karkkidoeswriting @thesorcerersapprentice @ryns-ramblings

@charlesjosephwrites @aalinaaaaaa @mjjune @adie-dee

@concealeddarkness13 @wordswrittenbynight @winterandwords @toribookworm22

@serafyyn @gummybugg @carnocus @everthewip @sentfromwolves

@somethingclevermahogony @kaylinalexanderbooks @sodaliteskull @asterhaze

@flowerprosegarden @leahnardo-da-veggie @thegoddesswater @rhikasa and OPEN TAG!

Run In With A Deranged Skunk

I needed this written down somewhere. Lol take the roughest smashing together of words my sleepy brain could conjure. Let's get into some Fucked at Five fuckery.

Tag list: @outpost51 @nanashi23 @winterandwords @jezifster2 @aether-wasteland-s @dumbthunder @manathen @the-void-writes @livums @vacantgodling (Let me know if you want to be added or removed from the taglist!) 

The bear morpher had regretted leaving their shoes behind on the transport for this mission as soon as a whiff of something foul crawled up her nose. It wasn't the deep smell of rot. Or human gore, for once. She couldn't quite figure it out.

Elliot was oddly still. Stiff as a board as his breathing strained. Like breathing through a plush towel. Almost sounding like the air around him was thinner than her own. He had to fight just to crane his neck in Saz's direction, his greenish eyes pinpricked.

"Look," The word came out as a wheeze.

Saz squinted. Catching a glimmer of metal among the foliage. A cage? Restraints? Her eyes caught the outline of a hunched over figure. A rabid morpher.

They both heard the audible clink of a latch.

And the bear morpher cursed grabbing the dear morpher with a swiftness she was sure had only come from years of wrestling. Adrenaline bumping against her, making her hands tremble. She slung the man onto her back, before pushing off.

Push! Push! Push!

She heard a low growl from somewhere behind them, maybe more like beside? It was hard to tell over the sound of her own feet. And Elliot's choked breaths. A couple locs slipping free from their hold, drumming against her skin. The deer morpher dead weight on her back.

Push! Push!

Her claws gouged at the dirt beneath her feet. Bottom of her feet bleeding from the stray sharp rock catching her. She could smell the odor more strongly. Making the air thick. Making her head pound. Burning her nose. More than the burn in her legs. She couldn't fight a rabid morpher by herself and while holding a terrified, damn there shell shocked Elliot on her back.

Ignoring the brief whisper in the back of her mind to drop him, with ease. And knowing if she had fully morphed the pain would slow her down. Her teeth dug into her bottom lip, the initial sting of pain keeping her moving. Short growls rumbling in her chest as her blood trickled into her scruff. Her fur growing thicker, feeling like needle pinpricks as she felt her initial rush of adrenaline begin to trickle off.

Push!

Saz nearly stumbled, grunting. A brief tweak of pain in her ankle.

The bear morpher could've cried when they caught sight of the transport. She flopped back onto the track bed, Elliot releasing her without any effort. The forceful contact making him grunt.

Saz trembled, exerted to the point of nausea. The bear morpher swallowed and grinned. Damn there feral as the sweat poured down her face.

"Get it together. Regroup." She took a deep inhale, assaulted with the smell.

She pushed Elliot further back in the truck bed. Digging her claws into her thighs. Tearing through the remnants of her sweats. And the meat of her thigh. The warmth of her own blood travelling down her legs. Blood staining what remained of the fabric and her fur as she fully morphed. Roaring out in pain and as a warning.

The rabid morpher flashed gnarled claws, tail swishing stiffly. Drool bubbled at their maw. Dingy white stripes apparent on their matted fur.

Saz craned her neck and panted. Standing tall she bared her teeth.

Fight!

Remains of a Night | Aberration of Sunlight: Beta stage!

Hello to everyone! I'm super happy and excited to announce that another one of my wips has reached beta stage. It's a series of two books: with Remains of a Night being the first, and Aberration of Sunlight wrapping up the story. Like before, if anyone would like to give a wee fellow writer a hand, I'd beam in gratitude☺ If not -- if you could at least boost this post, that'd be delightfully kindly of you. ❤

Sign-up period: till April 10

Genre: sci-fi horror, taking place on either an icy planet, or in the dead of cosmic space, as we're on the runnnn

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