DarkAutumnWrites

#FiveWords #ShortHorror #CreativeWriting

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 I saved 'til last"

the river kept going

under the bridge
under the word
under the news

under the long sentence
we were learning to say

it did not divide

it only moved

#Poetry

#FiveWords #ShortHorror #CreativeWriting

... Don't worry. They're all buried.

Hindsight is a time machine that makes the future appear as a well-designed plan.

A screenshot tweet from Jack I lantern @chivepaw Text reads This is like the ultimate be careful who you call ugly in highschool And there's four figures stood next to one another. In the left side is the 90's style artwork of the characters Red and Blue/Green or Ash/Gary type character from Pokémon Red/Blue On the right is the updated character artwork of the same pair in the Red/Green update.

#Pokemon #Nintendo #Gamer #PokemonRed #PokemonBlue #Gameboy #PokemonFireRed #PokemonLeafGreen #Meme

#FiveWords #HorrorStory #CreativeWriting

His heart beats in my jar.

A monsterous hybrid of Bear and Eagle, with hardened scales in place of feathers and a fearsome beak. It rampages through a dark forest towards a dark hooded, sword wielding figure.

The heat of noon came whomping down Upon a blad and billger day The sun, though wearing nargish frown Beat down its glaring matinee. Then, from between the Kangee trees That tangled through The Halgar Wood Came swiftly out, with graceful gleese A shadow, clothed in cape and hood. With such resuberent speed he flew, Behind him with belliforous roar Burst through the trees and into view The malovous Gorvaldosaur. No blade could slay this baleful beast No spell hurt its amitic soul One snap of its proportic beak And shadowed man was swallowed whole Gorvaldosaur, with shining scales All pingling in the mid day sun Raised up its head, in woesome wails By pain, its body overcome. A smear of red, a smurt of blood Where from its throat a blade emerged Neck sliced in two, so straight and true The beast's belliforous cries subsurged, And out he stepped, from gaipsing hole The shadowed figure, face unflained: Let ring victorious requiole "Gorvaldasaur, I've seen you slain!" His sword he shinked, and sprinkled blood Across the buffled quilt of grass Then billowed off, with cape and hood His target next; the Borovass. The heat of noon came whomping down And warmed a blad and bilger day The Halgar woods gave no more sound To noonsun's glaring matinee.

May I present
The Gorvaldosaur!!

Painted marvelously by @jenthorne.bsky.social
(Thank you so much Jen!! I couldn't have dreamed for better, it's perfect!)

And the poem, for reference.

(Almost in tears with how good this is.)

#poetry #blueskypoet #fantasy #fantasycreature #artwork #watercolour

#FiveWords #HorrorStory #CreativeWriting

I 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥 for her. 𝘛𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘦.

"It's behind you," she whispered.

#FiveWords #HorrorStory #CreativeWriting

Illustration of someone looking through a giant keyhole, with moon and stars where they have come from, and sunlight and sky where they are looking

‘There is nothing to fear, because you cannot fail... only learn, grow and become better than you’ve ever been before.’
— Hal Elrod
writingforwellbeing.co.uk

Black background with white text reading: He’d been grasping for the collective word - a murder of crows - but as that word hung in the damp night air, it felt less like a linguistic triumph and more like prophecy. He looked back and shivered, clutching his spear a little tighter, suddenly wondering if he should have asked the stranger his business, but the shadow was already gone. Inside the ‘Pewter Tin’, the atmosphere was a thick soup of heavy pipe smoke, spilled yeast, and the desperate boisterousness of men trying to forget the day’s labor. But the temperature seemed to drop the moment the door clicked shut. It wasn't even with a slam; just a soft, final sound that caused the nearest table of guards to lose the thread of their joke.

Part 2
#Unprompted #Cliche #Dark #Stranger #WritingCommunity #CreativeWriting

Black background with white text reading: ​A flock of crows cawed harshly, a black, ragged ribbon settling into their nighttime roosts just as the traveler strolled through the gate. The evening’s watchman, leaning on a spear that had seen much better times, watched the birds and thought to himself, there’s a word for that… ​He eyed the stranger suspiciously but didn't bother with a formal challenge. The late arrival hadn't come through with a flourish or shout; he was weary and travel-stained, certainly, but each step contained a decisive, feline certainty. He moved like a man who had long since memorized the village’s winding veins before he’d even set foot in them. ​As the stranger’s silhouette began to dissolve into the ever deepening shadows of the main thoroughfare, another crow called out—a sharp, solitary croak. ​"Murder," the watchman muttered to the empty air.

Too many ideas! Still tinkering with the others, but another start has made it's presence known ofc 🙈

#Unprompted this time.

#cliche #dark #stranger

Writers seldom start writing a novel from the beginning. Instead, they put words on paper until they reach the start. Sometimes they love those words and even want to cling to them because they were in the soup of potential when they wrote those words.

#writingcommunity #booksky #writinglife #write

Boat made out of book pages with small figure standing inside reading

‘You should read and read, to find out what kind of writer you want to be, and then write and write, to find out what kind of writer you actually are.’
— Colson Whitehead
writingforwellbeing.co.uk
#writing #WritingCommunity #WritersCommunity

I find the opposite, I feel I can write more on my phone, and feel it's more... Effort...? Almost? On a keyboard/laptop? I think it's as I feel it's more like 'work' to get ready and situated, compared to my mobile 🤔 🤷 ✍️

How do you store your creativity? Old school recording, paper and notepads? Digital documents online or on hard disk? Or mobile? I'm more a mobile notes/docs app user, it helps to be able to note things especially when I'm out and about ✍️
#amwriting #write #creativewriting

You don't look above average. The way you justify attempts to make people quiver in fear - like you do inside - all that does is make you a bit of a monster.
But it's a monstrous world & you above-averagely love a self-serving monstrous connection. You'll do just fine.
#horrorprompt #vss365 #quiver

You don't see what the point in muting it is - the faint thrum from something that heats or cools. You know it's possible now. But you can connect a thrum with the crackle of a fire in a world where that is tech's apex.
And how we've not outgrown the need to tend.
#scififri #vss365 #thrum

tag yourself i’m I AM MANOEUVRING WITH DIFFICULTY

A small update? I've been under the weather this week 😷
Toran's Story is still being worked on, but C̶l̶a̶r̶a̶ ̵a̶n̶d̶ ̵L̶e̶o̶'s̶, sorry, #Bartholomew 's Story is paused while I figure out if/how it wants to continue! 🌵✍️🤔

Thanks for the inspiration @sonnetsmith.bsky.social and @ignorantfairy.bsky.social 🙏

A black background with a monochrome photo portrait of Robert McKee and his quote "Write every day, line by line, page by page, hour by hour. Do this despite fear. For above all else, beyond imagination and skill, what the world asks of you is courage, courage to risk rejection, ridicule and failure. As you follow the quest for stories told with meaning and beauty, study thoughtfully but quite boldly. Then, like the hero of the fable, your dance will dazzle the world."

#Writers #CreativeWriting #WritingQuotes #Motivational #WriterSky

Everything Hurts but My Shoes   I was born with a voided warranty. My genes read like a horror script. An inherited soup of sorrow. Childhood was a slow-motion crash. My teenage excesses left their mark. Motherhood came with consequences. Somewhere in my twenties, pain checked in and never left.   I wake up sore from dreams of running, but my only race now is to pee. My spine files daily complaints. My knees whisper threats of relocation. Every other joint speaks up in solidarity. Even my hair is breaking.   Hope belongs to science fiction. Comedy hurts my ribs. Too much drama upsets my stomach. I’m a documentary of disease. One in a hundred, a thousand, a hundred thousand. All that remains to achieve is a high score in obscure ailments.   Some days the sun forgets to mock me. I almost feel like a person. I walk without wincing. I laugh without consequence. But mostly, I limp and I swear, And everything hurts but my shoes.

"I've only ever seen one case before"
"Yeah, that was my Mum"
"Oh"

"You haven't got this, it's very, very rare"
"My Dad's got it"
"Oh"

They should not have reproduced.

#poetryprompt
#MPPrompt
@malformed-poetry.bsky.social

Black background with white text reading: "Great," Leo said, slowly releasing the tension on the mat. "Now, let's go finish the coffee before Peter decides to make a break for the window?" He stepped back, wiping a bead of sweat from his temple. He looked at the cactus, and then back at Clara, a fresh wave of understanding washing over him. "You know what?" Leo said, nodding his head. "I get it now. He’s not judgmental; he’s just demanding. He's going to make us earn this stability." Clara smiled, relieved the damage was minimal. "Maybe. Or maybe he just needs a better coaster." She added, looking suspiciously at, and poking, the skewed bamboo mat he was sitting upon. “A flimsy mat? Clara, he needs a dry dock! If he rolls again, I'm calling the Coast Guard and the UXO Team” "Then…," Leo suggested, stepping out of the bathroom and pulling her back toward the kitchen, "maybe we should just move the next kiss somewhere Bartholomew can't see us?" The long haul was going to involve a lot of plant management, but Clara suddenly found herself looking forward to every demanding, messy minute of it.

Part 23
#CreativeWriting #PastPrompts #WildWalkPrompt #Cacti #Story #Continuation #LongHaul #PlantLove

When our loves they have to leave us
When our minds so frail unwind
When we’re nothing left but empty
Can we say our lives were kind
No, hell no, detonate my soul
Spread a dream, perfect infinity
Scatter our exploded souls
Deep within whales and songs
Let missing pieces be retrieved
One day revived

I'm the opposite to @daveashleypoet.bsky.social, I have broken at least one bone in every part of my body, except my collarbone, which incidentally is the only bone in your body designed to break!

#AcrosticJanuary #BONES

Broken!
Oh no!
Not you again:
Emergency room
Serenade.

Black background with white text reading: Together, they heaved. Bartholomew was a surprisingly dense specimen. He, and his pot had a heavy, water-logged weight that required them to put their backs into it. As they hoisted the mat, the cactus shifted, his bronze hooks snagging the fibers of the rug with a series of tiny, aggressive rrrips. For a second, the weight shifted entirely toward Leo. He braced his feet against the base of the tub, his biceps tensing as he steadied the malignant mine. Then they swung him upward, a coordinated, if graceless lunge that ended with the heavy ceramic base thudding back onto the tiled tub ledge he called home. Bartholomew, settled back into his spot, his spines gleaming under the vanity light, appeared entirely unharmed, yet infinitely more grumpy. They didn't let go immediately. They stood there, hunched over the tub, both still gripping the corners of the bathmat like they were holding a captured beast in a net. Leo was breathing a little harder, and a stray lock of hair had fallen over his forehead. "Stable?" he wheezed, eyeing the cactus. "Stable," Clara breathed, looking not at the plant, but at the way Leo was looking at her; triumphant, slightly disheveled, and completely unfazed by the absurdity of the last sixty seconds.

Part 22
#CreativeWriting #PastPrompts #Cacti #Story #Continuation #LongHaul #PlantLove

A man's face close up. He's wearing a hood smirking side eye at the camera, and pointing with his finger with thumb raised at an 'A B Normal' brain in a jar. Still image is from Young Frankenstein by Mel Brooks and the acter is Marty Feldman playing Igor.

So funny 😂 Still! I absolutely *love* this film.

If you can, try to fill your life with curiosity, kindness, and wonder.
Also, books, burritos, and boozy milkshakes so strong they would make the old gods blush are pretty good too.

Strings pushed
Tighter to the neck
Pulled, stretched, cut
Deeper through calloused
Flesh, blood reverberates
Through frets as pain
Becomes music and
Suffering a song

#thingstowriteabout
#music #poetry
#writingcommunity
#blueskypoetry