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  1. SOMETIMES I AM A BIRD

    Sometimes, I am a small bluebird, locked neatly in a cage, wings clipped tightly behind my back. I cry out for someone to release me, but there is nowhere to go, not even up. My eyes scan the room, frantically hunting for whoever took me to this place. A quaint dungeon. I never thought I was claustrophobic, but the gilded cage moves closer in my peripherals. I am unable to pry the iron bars of […]

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  2. SOMETIMES I AM A BIRD

    Sometimes, I am a small bluebird, locked neatly in a cage, wings clipped tightly behind my back. I cry out for someone to release me, but there is nowhere to go, not even up. My eyes scan the room, frantically hunting for whoever took me to this place. A quaint dungeon. I never thought I was claustrophobic, but the gilded cage moves closer in my peripherals. I am unable to pry the iron bars of […]

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  3. SOMETIMES I AM A BIRD

    Sometimes, I am a small bluebird, locked neatly in a cage, wings clipped tightly behind my back. I cry out for someone to release me, but there is nowhere to go, not even up. My eyes scan the room, frantically hunting for whoever took me to this place. A quaint dungeon. I never thought I was claustrophobic, but the gilded cage moves closer in my peripherals. I am unable to pry the iron bars of […]

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  4. SOMETIMES I AM A BIRD

    Sometimes, I am a small bluebird, locked neatly in a cage, wings clipped tightly behind my back. I cry out for someone to release me, but there is nowhere to go, not even up. My eyes scan the room, frantically hunting for whoever took me to this place. A quaint dungeon. I never thought I was claustrophobic, but the gilded cage moves closer in my peripherals. I am unable to pry the iron bars of […]

    communityedition.ca/sometimes-
  5. SOMETIMES I AM A BIRD

    Sometimes, I am a small bluebird, locked neatly in a cage, wings clipped tightly behind my back. I cry out for someone to release me, but there is nowhere to go, not even up. My eyes scan the room, frantically hunting for whoever took me to this place. A quaint dungeon. I never thought I was claustrophobic, but the gilded cage moves closer in my peripherals. I am unable to pry the iron bars of […]

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  6. Just posted Chapter 17 up on Patreon so subscribers can read it for $5/month/weekly chapters (or $3 for individual chapters)! You can also read the first page of each chapter for free at fracturedheart.net or on Patreon.

    You can view the “as intended” or “sanitized” versions of this chapter at the respective patreon accounts linked to below:
    "as intended" adult only patreon account:
    patreon.com/FracturedHeartAO
    "SFW" patreon account:
    patreon.com/FracturedHeart

    #gayRomance #boysLove #yaoi #tsundere #friendsToLovers #enemiesToLovers #romance #webnovel #creativeFiction #creativeWriting #originalFiction #originalWriting #originalbl #mxm #slowBurn #grumpySunshine

  7. Just posted Chapter 17 up on Patreon so subscribers can read it for $5/month/weekly chapters (or $3 for individual chapters)! You can also read the first page of each chapter for free at fracturedheart.net or on Patreon.

    You can view the “as intended” or “sanitized” versions of this chapter at the respective patreon accounts linked to below:
    "as intended" adult only patreon account:
    patreon.com/FracturedHeartAO
    "SFW" patreon account:
    patreon.com/FracturedHeart

    #gayRomance #boysLove #yaoi #tsundere #friendsToLovers #enemiesToLovers #romance #webnovel #creativeFiction #creativeWriting #originalFiction #originalWriting #originalbl #mxm #slowBurn #grumpySunshine

  8. Just posted Chapter 17 up on Patreon so subscribers can read it for $5/month/weekly chapters (or $3 for individual chapters)! You can also read the first page of each chapter for free at fracturedheart.net or on Patreon.

    You can view the “as intended” or “sanitized” versions of this chapter at the respective patreon accounts linked to below:
    "as intended" adult only patreon account:
    patreon.com/FracturedHeartAO
    "SFW" patreon account:
    patreon.com/FracturedHeart

    #gayRomance #boysLove #yaoi #tsundere #friendsToLovers #enemiesToLovers #romance #webnovel #creativeFiction #creativeWriting #originalFiction #originalWriting #originalbl #mxm #slowBurn #grumpySunshine

  9. THE EARTH IS A STAR

    The earth is a star. Only in my eyes, I suppose. From Venus, everything looks like a star. 

    The stars, real ones and the ones I made up, dance for the sun and moon. The sun requests the purest aura. But the moon beckons a much more complex ambience. 

    I feel more like myself when the moon hosts the star lit sky. Maybe I just have too much time to think. 

    I am the only inhabitant of Venus. I barely recognize the sound of my voice when I speak. I wander and wander and wander. The queen of the void. 

    I am not human, but I know I could be. 

    There’s a hollowness in me, carved out by immense loneliness. I try not to let it distract me from my wandering. I’ve circled this waste-planet numerous times. I think I could draw it from memory… Maybe I will attempt that tomorrow. 

    I add another tally in the scarlet sand, one for each day that dredges on. Nine thousand, four hundred and ninety-five tiny lines. Too many. I hope ten thousand will bring freedom. But my paranoia tells me it will be a curse. 

    I sweep my gaze around. The warm wind carries specks of crimson dust around me like a hurricane. My hair catches the cyclone, and for a split second, I could have taken flight. But as quickly as it starts, it ends. 

    I sigh and drag my feet through the dirt. There is nothing here that catches my eye. Venus looks as lonely as I feel. I sit upon a pile of boring, beige stone; it must be my throne. The granite is cool against my burning skin. 

    I look out at the vast unknown. I reach for the stars. They slide just out of my grasp. I want them to drift closer, so that I may latch onto one and ride it all the way to a new place. Somewherewith people, somewhere filled with love. My voice claws at my throat to escape, gritty and unafraid. 

    I scream. 

    Pure rage from my lonely heart, beating only to keep me—and this rage—alive.  

    I am just a girl and the earth is just a star. 

    #AlyssaMikuljan #creativeFiction #JessiWood #moon #paranoia #scarletSand #sky #star #story #Venus
  10. medium.com/the-writers-reach/t

    A turning point is any event that changes the direction of the story or the emotional state of a character. After it happens, the story can’t return to how things were.

    #turningpoint #CreativeFiction #medium #writingtips #storystructure #fiction

  11. medium.com/the-writers-reach/t

    A turning point is any event that changes the direction of the story or the emotional state of a character. After it happens, the story can’t return to how things were.

    #turningpoint #CreativeFiction #medium #writingtips #storystructure #fiction

  12. medium.com/the-writers-reach/t

    A turning point is any event that changes the direction of the story or the emotional state of a character. After it happens, the story can’t return to how things were.

    #turningpoint #CreativeFiction #medium #writingtips #storystructure #fiction

  13. medium.com/the-writers-reach/t

    A turning point is any event that changes the direction of the story or the emotional state of a character. After it happens, the story can’t return to how things were.

    #turningpoint #CreativeFiction #medium #writingtips #storystructure #fiction

  14. medium.com/the-writers-reach/t

    A turning point is any event that changes the direction of the story or the emotional state of a character. After it happens, the story can’t return to how things were.

    #turningpoint #CreativeFiction #medium #writingtips #storystructure #fiction

  15. The 21st-century successor to the self-made man is the self-invented man.