#thescribewrites

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Writeblr Intro

Hey there~ soo I've been lurking around writeblr for a while (like years smh). I couldn’t decide how I wanted to set up my own stuff.. finally decided on a side blog so... here we go!

- my name is Linds, I'm 27, and my writing includes romance, fantasy, horror, and scifi. I love poetry, too, and have more complete poems/prose than anything else

- I’ve been writing since I was in elementary school, but I've also been a freelance writer for 5 years. I write blog and website content and have done a little editing here and there, too. I’m always down to help out with stuff like that.

- I'm queer af. she/they; don’t care which you use. everything I write is, by default, very gay unless stated otherwise.

- I've always been very... reserved; even more so with my writing. BUT I'm here to work on that. Feel free to be nosy about my stuff. I might not always answer right away, but I'm trying!

- what I post will include poems, prose, character stuff, WIP excerpts, ask games, memes, and writing resources

Current WIPs

I have more than this but these two are the only I've gotten anywhere with that’re worth mentioning so yeah~

Fear of Grief - LGBT+, Romance, Drama?

Sam's twin sister commits suicide and he has to navigate life and the blossoming, off-limits romance with her best friend without her. This is all while struggling with the mental illness that drove him to his own attempt the year before.

Lots of sads but ends bittersweet. (70k+, final draft in progress)

~If I don't finish this by the end of the year, please kill me. It's been like 10 years. I need it to end already.~

A Spark Which Lights - Fantasy, Thriller, LGBT+

Hmm... witches, political unrest, clashing governments, forbidden and super creepy sorcery, institutionalized oppression, and gays doing crimes. I need to whip up a real summary, because there's more to it.. I’ll figure it out when I write some more.

Lastly... I think you should check out @artemiswinters too! She has some awesome WIPs that I know she'd love to talk about :)

That's it for now! I'm looking to follow more writeblrs (and  blogs in general, my dash is fairly dead) so feel free to follow and say hi!  I'll try to be as active as possible, but sometimes I'm just tiredTM. Follows will be from my main blog @blazingflame

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meditations

my thoughts are never coherent. jumbled into a tangled mess of brooding and musings. they used to be sprinkled with joy and naiveté. I’m not sure which one’s worse.

everything travels uselessly, circling over and over. again, and again, until it drives me mad. resistance is futile so I give in to the chaos.

pensive moments are never simple for me. only when I fly am I able to breathe. finally stopping the commotion roaring in my head.

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Rain pours down upon my very being

Cleansing cynicism and doubt from my mind

Even if just for a moment

What do I do to stop drowning

In my own pool of wasted youth

There must be a way to resurface

Or else I think I might just let go

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downpour // l.b.

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haze disappears into my lungs

and from my mind when I exhale

visions blossom until I see the sun

bet I wouldn't have to go to jail

privilege is a curse

I was born with blood on my hands

hands dripping blood all over my new purse

the ones who were reverent and living the lands

would weep to see these damn newsstands

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burnie // l.b.

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sleep is a prison

shackled to my crippled psyche

suffered to eternal terror

surrounded by

          shame

silence is my greatest adversary

sadistic devil preying on lost innocence

sanity is no longer reason

salvage what is left of me

          I will forever be a captive of my own mind

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encroachment // l.b.

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consciousness

Dance with death within the walls of life. Breathe in the last breath of grace and shine like the sun. With a flourish of silver crystals and a storm through the sky, the last execution has fallen.

Swimming through the rubble is more painful than it’s ever been. Suffocating in the thick haze of what some call existence. My eyes fall closed as I fade into oblivion.

The abyss is comforting; there’s nothing. Just like me. There’s no more protecting me from myself.

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confusion creating catastrophe

quietly creeping sneaking squirming

tremble with budding buzzing

tremors tremors tremulous terror

dancing dawn daydreams

lull me into mayhem

and sing me back to life

singing softly sweet symphonies 

of ominous obscure occasion

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origination // l.b.