#creativewriting — Public Fediverse posts
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Essence of Life: Poetry And Life in Motion II. It provides a detailed look at human resilience, offering much-needed clarity on how developing an alert, investigative mindset serves as a primary safeguard against making unsafe choices across unverified web platforms.
Read the full analysis here:
https://www.jenniferfahie.com/book/#Poetry #JenniferFahie #CreativeWriting #PublicInterest #Education #Mindfulness #TechLiteracy
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Author Interview w/ Elizabeth Scozzari
Stimulate your mind with author Elizabeth Scorrazi and her raw, unapologetic fictional flair.https://sevenstorypublishing.wordpress.com/2026/05/28/author-interview-w-elizabeth-scozzari/
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Whalebone (Delphi Spiderwood)
I caught slivers of the words the doctor whispered to Whalebone. Miscarried. Unfortunate, but perhaps for the best given my condition. I thought about that for a long time. What was my condition? Was it of the mind or of the body? I couldn’t say.https://sevenstorypublishing.wordpress.com/2026/05/27/whalebone-delphi-spiderwood/
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Whalebone (Delphi Spiderwood)
I caught slivers of the words the doctor whispered to Whalebone. Miscarried. Unfortunate, but perhaps for the best given my condition. I thought about that for a long time. What was my condition? Was it of the mind or of the body? I couldn’t say.https://sevenstorypublishing.wordpress.com/2026/05/27/whalebone-delphi-spiderwood/
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Doll’s Grimoire
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Our hero girl had a legion of dolls on shelves
Only room for one poster
Plenty of room for a hundred eyes staring back
A knock on her door
“Your food is ready.”
These dolls doubled as a defense
Nobody entered her room
2.
‘She from another world’ runs down the hall, big footsteps following behind
The booming sounds get louder, almost matching her speed
She lunges at her bedroom door, gets back onto her feet and shuts it
One click of the lock, and she is protected
There’s loud banging on the door
shaking the room, shaking the dolls
Her chest heaves as a voice says “those dolls won’t save you forever.”
For now, they are enough
3.
Our hero girl happens upon a grimoire in the family attic, held by an old Ichimatsu doll
its eyes seemingly watched her—she had to test it by moving around a lot
she found the doll while dusting, at the behest of her mother—or shall we say, her mother’s thrown shoe
Our dumb hero opens the book and is pulled through
The dolls’ grimoire takes her to the world bathed in lava
Black spires and pillars dot the landscape
She was lucky enough to land on one
“What is this??”
She hugs the pillar, eyes shut, “HELP!”
Her pleas are met with a loud groan coming from the planet
A creature slowly rises, lava sliding off its head and trickling off its horns
A vantablack dragon.
“I see my book has led another snack to me. It’s been ages.”
“Sn—snack?!?” she flinches at the thought.
He introduces himself, “I am Swallowhold. That’s what the last human called me. I have many names, some unpronounceable, some beyond your tongue’s ability to speak it. I am what humans call a Wishgiver.”
He holds out his paw her her to sit on but she can feel the heat emanating off it.
She shakes her head.
“Alright. I’ll make this quick. I will give you power to escape your unfortunate, pitiful life.”
He opened his maw as the glittering fireflies, power personified, drifted into it.
He closes it shut, feasting on a snack that was a thousand years in the making, “Ah, such lovely power.”
His eyes lock onto her, “you are potent.
You have drive.
You have principle.
I am elated that my book was found by you.”
There’s a knock on the door again
“The food is ready.”
“Why don’t Ya come in and get it?”
She retorts with a snort. “Hell no.”
No one entered Our hero’s dorm
Not even Her from another World
Her roommate didn’t mind the dolls
She would sit there in bed, reading about fish anatomy for class.
Things were different now, because of the Wishgiver
Things were better
but in the cobwebs of Our Other Girl’s mind, papa’s eyes were still watching
the cobwebs are pulled back
(something fresh still lives here)
and he reaches forth
“why don’t you get your head out of those dolls and PAY ATTEN—“
in the form of an intrusive thought, Our Other Girl swipes her arm backward, glass shard in her hand cutting him
Our Hero girl is taken out of her daze and drops her books
Her roommate glances at her, then goes back to reading.
Sinclair takes a deep breath.
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In Memoriam
René Magritte, La trahison des images Long before I learned to read and write, I knew things.I knew absence and excess existed before Mrs. Freeman taught me how to add and subtract. As if chalk dust on her fingers meant something permanent.And even then I knew something was already missing before anyone gave me a name for missing. Long before geometry showed up in my seventh-grade textbook, I was already drawing trees, rockets, people, spaceships, and dogs that looked like my puppy, […]https://thetigressawakes.wordpress.com/2026/05/25/in-memoriam/
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In Memoriam
René Magritte, La trahison des images Long before I learned to read and write, I knew things.I knew absence and excess existed before Mrs. Freeman taught me how to add and subtract. As if chalk dust on her fingers meant something permanent.And even then I knew something was already missing before anyone gave me a name for missing. Long before geometry showed up in my seventh-grade textbook, I was already drawing trees, rockets, people, spaceships, and dogs that looked like my puppy, […]https://thetigressawakes.wordpress.com/2026/05/25/in-memoriam/
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In Memoriam
René Magritte, La trahison des images Long before I learned to read and write, I knew things.I knew absence and excess existed before Mrs. Freeman taught me how to add and subtract. As if chalk dust on her fingers meant something permanent.And even then I knew something was already missing before anyone gave me a name for missing. Long before geometry showed up in my seventh-grade textbook, I was already drawing trees, rockets, people, spaceships, and dogs that looked like my puppy, […]https://thetigressawakes.wordpress.com/2026/05/25/in-memoriam/
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In Memoriam
René Magritte, La trahison des images Long before I learned to read and write, I knew things.I knew absence and excess existed before Mrs. Freeman taught me how to add and subtract. As if chalk dust on her fingers meant something permanent.And even then I knew something was already missing before anyone gave me a name for missing. Long before geometry showed up in my seventh-grade textbook, I was already drawing trees, rockets, people, spaceships, and dogs that looked like my puppy, […]https://thetigressawakes.wordpress.com/2026/05/25/in-memoriam/
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In Memoriam
René Magritte, La trahison des images Long before I learned to read and write, I knew things.I knew absence and excess existed before Mrs. Freeman taught me how to add and subtract. As if chalk dust on her fingers meant something permanent.And even then I knew something was already missing before anyone gave me a name for missing. Long before geometry showed up in my seventh-grade textbook, I was already drawing trees, rockets, people, spaceships, and dogs that looked like my puppy, […]https://thetigressawakes.wordpress.com/2026/05/25/in-memoriam/
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The reason I was
I never did the thing I hung up
The phone after i bluntly blinked
Bloated week sour flavors abandon
The poem like a poem
For no purpose mess making
Tantrum caught in a vacuum
#Creativewriting #Futurism #Ideas #Interdisciplinaryartist #Journaling #Literaryart #Portlandoregon #art #blogging #Creativity #inspiration #poetry -
Go and make mistakes, make amazing mistakes, make glorious and fantastic mistakes. Breach rules. Leave the world more interesting for your being here. Make. Bad. Art."
Neil Gaiman#art #artist #ArtMatters #ArtPunk #noAI #humanIntelligence #humanMade #mistakes #CreativeProcess #crestivity #imperfectbeauty #imperfection #realBrain #CreativeToots #creativeWriting #resistAI
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Go and make mistakes, make amazing mistakes, make glorious and fantastic mistakes. Breach rules. Leave the world more interesting for your being here. Make. Bad. Art."
Neil Gaiman#art #artist #ArtMatters #ArtPunk #noAI #humanIntelligence #humanMade #mistakes #CreativeProcess #crestivity #imperfectbeauty #imperfection #realBrain #CreativeToots #creativeWriting #resistAI
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Go and make mistakes, make amazing mistakes, make glorious and fantastic mistakes. Breach rules. Leave the world more interesting for your being here. Make. Bad. Art."
Neil Gaiman#art #artist #ArtMatters #ArtPunk #noAI #humanIntelligence #humanMade #mistakes #CreativeProcess #crestivity #imperfectbeauty #imperfection #realBrain #CreativeToots #creativeWriting #resistAI
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Go and make mistakes, make amazing mistakes, make glorious and fantastic mistakes. Breach rules. Leave the world more interesting for your being here. Make. Bad. Art."
Neil Gaiman#art #artist #ArtMatters #ArtPunk #noAI #humanIntelligence #humanMade #mistakes #CreativeProcess #crestivity #imperfectbeauty #imperfection #realBrain #CreativeToots #creativeWriting #resistAI
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Go and make mistakes, make amazing mistakes, make glorious and fantastic mistakes. Breach rules. Leave the world more interesting for your being here. Make. Bad. Art."
Neil Gaiman#art #artist #ArtMatters #ArtPunk #noAI #humanIntelligence #humanMade #mistakes #CreativeProcess #crestivity #imperfectbeauty #imperfection #realBrain #CreativeToots #creativeWriting #resistAI
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Next week is the start of our five week online courses courses for 11-16s; one on how to build a #visualnovel in VisualInk, and the other on how to produce your own assets for gaming projects (visual novel focussed, but we'll also be talking a bit about 2D sprite animation).
Find out more at thinkersmeetup.com/scholars/... #gamedev #CreativeWriting
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#MastoPrompt
#sex
#writing
#creativewriting
#smallpoems
@stevencudahyShe arrived hungry
and reached
for the two old languages:
Fire and flesh.
Set her hands where mine had lived.
As if hunger
could make a home. -
#MastoPrompt
#sex
#writing
#creativewriting
#smallpoems
@stevencudahyShe arrived hungry
and reached
for the two old languages:
Fire and flesh.
Set her hands where mine had lived.
As if hunger
could make a home. -
#MastoPrompt
#sex
#writing
#creativewriting
#smallpoems
@stevencudahyShe arrived hungry
and reached
for the two old languages:
Fire and flesh.
Set her hands where mine had lived.
As if hunger
could make a home. -
#MastoPrompt
#sex
#writing
#creativewriting
#smallpoems
@stevencudahyShe arrived hungry
and reached
for the two old languages:
Fire and flesh.
Set her hands where mine had lived.
As if hunger
could make a home. -
Some #shortfiction if you're interested in my more creative writing.
The man with the rose tattoo 🥀
https://david.shortfiction.online/the-man-with-the-rose-tattoo704 words. Read time: 4 minutes
