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"Would you stay if she promised you Heaven?"

Rhiannon - Fleetwood Mac / The Retired Bishop and his Skeptical Protestant Lover - Austin Wyckes

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From 'The Story of King Arthur and his Knights' illustrated by Howard Pyle, 1903.

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My writing commissions are open! I am in a tight spot financially, and would love to write for you all! If you want a poem, prose, web weave, typography, etc., on any subject then let me know! I'm open to just about anything.

Please share! And if you want to know my writing style, I've listed some of my work under the cut.

From my main blog - https://austin-friars.tumblr.com/tagged/my+writing

But here is my most popular one:

here are some more:

And if you want to see my more recent works, just scroll on my blog!

Reach out to me and let me know what you want!

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I'm going to make a more official post but I'm opening up $10 prose and poetry commissions. I'll do poetry for your partners, for your favorite ships, characters, etc. just reach out to me!

I'll do typography, web weaves, etc

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on tumblr, there are so many info posts and master posts on how to 'write better' how to 'write scenery' how to 'write kisses' etc., but the answer is to READ. you aren't ever going to truly learn how to write by just, looking at a master post, or tips or anything like that. you writing style is going to be unique to you. but in order to make that so, you need to study other writing styles, see how authors and poets craft their worlds. take that, and it will help you immensely.

look on amazon kindle and find cheap indie books, go look for free published short stories, read for free from available literary magazines. but the one way to become a better writer is quite literally by reading!

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The Knight to the Priest, His Lover / Shepard Me O God - Psalm 23

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But it was not all his fault, in fact, it was hardly his. I hurt him in the past, so it was a matter of time before it imploded. Still, I tried.

Tales from the Tower or Unlikely Fruit - some short stories I'm working on.

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He never ruminated on how the sun’s rays pleasantly rested upon the two, illuminating his own brown skin and Carwyn’s pale skin. They both glowed, like celestial beings, too enthralled with each other to care for the world around them. Yet now, it comes to an astonishing halt. Reality settles in, and they are mortal men bound by oaths of service and duty. No longer are they sprites in the garden.

Of Sacred Oaths and Cherished Blessings, the short fiction of a priest and his knight lover, going off to war. Read for free, here.

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He walks in the direction of the garden, where he and the master of the home once roamed. Where they sat beneath the evergreen and spoke about him taking Holy Orders. George feels the heavy weight of the cassock dwindle away, like water falling from his person. He walks through the arch of trees and grass crunches beneath his feet. For a moment, he hears a whistle through the air, as if an arrow has been let loose. There is a pressure upon his back; the left side, and it pushes through his cloak. A sting, a momentary sting and then blood. He does not look back at the crowd that has gathered at his execution, rather, he falls to the ground beneath the evergreen glade. He had once read a story of Valhalla to the children, of a place where the brave go when they die. But now, he thinks, there is no place more fitting for a martyr than the shade of the trees he shared with his lover.

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“I have so much to say to you that l am afraid I shall tell you nothing.”

Fyodor Dostoevsky

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"You can go to him, or whomever. I cannot stop you. All I will say is that, I enjoyed this experience and our time together. I pray I find someone who loves me, as much as you love him. As much as he loves you. But God knows, you were itching to leave me." - The Unlikely Fruit