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I did this scene for Ricardo, a friend from the writers Community "Tinta Compartida".

If you speak Spanish, go check his beautiful story on Wattpad:

'Los Ángeles del Apocalipsis.'

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Novela original en español.

Dans L'eau by Axel Da Silva

Editorial Tinta Compartida. (Argentina)

A la venta en Amazon.

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Banner for Biosecurity; fanfic of Kuko Harai & Jiro 'Yamada

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Cuckoo clock

There is a Cuckoo Clock that’s hung above the fireplace.

The clock doesn’t work,

The clock stopped singing many years ago.

There is no longer a celebration on the hour,

There is no ticking as minutes pass,

It is silent like the world with freshly fallen snow.

No matter how many days I sit in silence,

I do not change the clock,

I refuse to fix the clock.

I will continue to look at the broken clock,

Silence will continue to surround me,

And I will exist every moment without hearing the clock.

After all,

It was your clock.

And you are no longer here to laugh on hour.

At this point I may go deaf.

Though that matters none to me.

It matters none because I no longer hear your laugh when the bird sings.

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I don’t drink

I don’t smoke

My only drug

Is words I wrote

I stay up high, launching rhymes

Floating, shaping scenes in time

Then my characters take a breath

Or fade away—it’s fate or death

Seven months drowned in the sea

Seven months in the tortured poet’s spree

Seven months with papers swirling in my head

Seven months slowly rising, perhaps light ahead

Book launch, chapters in play

While the chapters of my life fade away

Covers and the publisher, have you seen?

Talent, fate, tears, and the drug so serene

Injected in my veins, sweet like a fairy tale scene

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Pg. 25 of my story in Poetic form, Poetry Of Life A Journey With Me on Amazon & Google Play Books🌸

From my 1st heartbreak from people that call themselves parents to forced choice that wasn't mine to stupid relationships~come on this Journey With Me through IT ALL

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HI PEOPLE!!! My back is broke and so is my bank account pls like and share 🫶🫶🫶

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Hell is heaven

Hell is holy

Hell is beautiful.

Heaven

I have old eyes,

And a weathered soul.

Eyes that bleed with anguish,

A soul that looks like cracked tinted glass.

I've lived with enough pain for a life time,

And enough grief for ten.

l've learned lessons that shatter my humanity,

Lessons that left me with exhaustion that aches like misery.

And through all of this,

I can promise one thing,

Hell is Heaven.

Hell is holy.

Hell is beautiful.

(Author’s note: Thank you so much for the prompt!! Hope you enjoy! ☺️❤️)

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House

I am a house.

I sit on the corner of Kingston,

And at the start of West.

Unfortunately,

I have not been kind to myself.

Paint is peeling,

Windows are busted,

The steps have crumbled,

And all of the furniture has scorch marks.

People donate for renovations.

But sadly,

I waste the funds on spray paint,

Spray paint to further disrespect my walls.

For if I renovate,

I would be the stunning house on the corner.

My windows would shine,

The grass would be green with life.

And that’s exactly why I watch the funds swirl down the drain.

For if I am beautiful,

How will people know me if I’m not the broken house on the corner?

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Welcome to the Wild Woods

I'm Kano Barlowe, an indie author and tumblr nerd. This is my account to focus on writing, maybe sometimes hobbies and sharing about myself!

Some fun facts about me: I'm a husband, an instructional designer, a cat dad of two, and a nerd. If it's not writing, I enjoy trpgs, video games, and board games.

Pinterest. Discord. Goodreads.

Brim's Bane

Winter has come to Lake Marryat and the forests on its shores. Samomsyl Holgata toils in a small printshop under the watchful eye of a bitter old man and his burly assistant, yearning for the day he can run the printing press. Sam trudges through bleak mundanity-pining after the local stable girl, isolated from his estranged mother and uncle, not a friend in sight. Desperate for change, for courage, for anything, Sam waits to be given a chance to prove himself worthy of printing books.

When the parchment runs low, Sam is tasked with securing more from a nearby town-despite the warnings of an impending blizzard. Through forest and snow, he journeys into the darkness. The storm strikes, forcing the young apprentice to seek shelter.

With death creeping into the threshold he would make his grave, Sam shudders at the winter's embrace. Then it came. Growling, scratching, gnawing. In the blizzard's shadows, it's there-stalking, biting, gnashing. With infernal claw and fang, with blood-soaked fur, the ravenous wolf arrives.

Buy a copy today!

Project Bridgewater

My current work in progress, Bridgewater follows the young man Yves Lablanc. Originally from Montana, Yves left home as soon as he hit 18 years of age. For several years he traveled across the United States, until in 1976 he found his way to Maine, to a little town up north near the border - a fishing town called Bridgewater. A part of him felt its call, a strange tug at his heart that he couldn't explain.

The same part of him that let him see ghosts.

Cursed with the horrible affliction to see and communicate with ghosts, Yves tries to settle down in Bridgewater, a new man in a new life in a new town.

Until a murder shakes the community, and his boss corners him in the woods, bites him, enthralls him. A handsome, mysterious vampire who runs the antique shop Yves works for? Looking into murders, zombies, frenzied beasts and monsters alike? And who is the creature known only as "The Devil"?

What is in the manor on the cliffs by the sea?

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🎉Chapter 8 is out for This Dance / Larry Johnson (Sally Face Fandom) (Fanfic 18+)🎉

Please consider giving it a read. Comments are welcomed! Thank you, darlings! 🥺💙

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Pg. 8 from my story in Poetic form, Poetry Of Life A Journey With Me on Amazon & Google Play Books

SOUL ON FIRE♡ You set my soul on fire God only knows how much I love you already Starting to X out vulnerability Just be Go with the flow of life My feelings My heart most importantly Relaxing my mind when it comes to you Quieting the overthinking thoughts Just letting myself Allowing myself to love you This is just one step to my life That’s actually working♡ With love No hate Sadness But someone there pushing me to be happy

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Daily Minisketch 110: 05/08/24

alright i'mma be so bold; this is a few months old but fmabruary day 2: travel!

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He protecc!

Something softer, I know I've posted a lot of dub-leaning content with them, but I promise you Zoro acts more akin to a sad, touch-starved, house cat in the story than how I've seemingly portrayed him in the preliminary art. He's almost purring right now, I promise you that uwu.

There wasn't a specific scene that inspired this one but the aesthetics and scenes are in line with what @summerofspock is writing for them!