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Rainy night in the city

Rainy night in the city

Writing prompt week three. I made both the one day goal and my minimum word count.  This photo was called The Storm. As they say “there are eight million stories in the naked city, this is one of them” Water splashed up from dips in the sidewalk, too shallow to be called puddles. Well, my new boots were ruined and I had no one to blame but myself. It wasn’t enough to make a dramatic exit, I had…

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People in badly written fantasy stories will usually talk about the major historical events of their world and how magic has affected the lives of everyone, but ask a person in the real world to describe the effects of WWI and the invention of the combustion engine on modern life and they’d probably couldn’t tell you.

I feel like writeblr people aren't sending asks to each other as much after that kerfuffle over whether asks need to be individual to a person's projects to count as "supporting" writeblr. Please reblog if you are happy to receive ANY asks, even if it's the same question other people get! I KNOW I AM!

There is a path into the woods at the edge of town. Some say it glitters like starlight, some say it’s welcoming like a path to grandma’s house, the rest of us will never see it at all.

Is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured?

Friedrich Nietzsche, Good and Evil (via books-n-quotes)

rb if u don’t give a shit about his background

paraskevidekatriaphobia

(noun) Defined as the fear of Friday the 13th, Paraskevidekatriaphobia was first coined by psychotherapist, Donald Dossey. Possessing an unreasonable fear of this day and date, Dossey says the only way to cure oneself of such paralyzing thoughts is to learn how to pronounce the word and you are cured! Next Friday the 13th will fall on March 2015 and again this November, which makes it a rare occurrence taking place three times in one year! Creepy! Hopefully your verbal acrobatics will help you remedy this fear. (via wordsnquotes)

Sword of Heaven and Hell

This is a short story introducing characters for a YA series—

The sun shining through a crack in the blinds, woke Logan out of a sound sleep. The soft whir of the air conditioner, was the only thing that broke the silence. It was summer and he’d done his best to be able to sleep in. He had even stapled the curtains shut but, every morning the sun found a way through. He suspected that his mom had…

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omfg i forgot that i never showed tumblr my greatest achievement. my pride and joy, my pi-ass de résistance