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[abhitidutta]

Mr ‘FIX ME’

I know this man

Abuse is his mother tongue

He lives in Lansdowne street, Calcutta,

is selectively dyslexic

so never expect him to read words like

‘Feminism’, ‘Equal rights’

He says he has read the Gita, Quran, Bible, everything,

In evenings, he degrades his emotionally intelligent wife,

at nights he tries to make love to her, she withdraws,

Next morning, he says she’s the kind of woman every man wants in his wife,

I know this man,

Abuse is his mother tongue

- Abhiti/ Chiti

[blissjournalclub]

24 End of the Year Journal Prompts

At the end of the year, it is important to reflect on everything that happened in order to enter the new year ready for success.

Through reflection we can relive our victories, learn from our losses & achieve improvement in any area of our lives we desire.

Here are 24 selected prompts to assist you in this journey:

What challenged you this year? What did you learn from it?

Who or what surprised you this year and in what way?

Who was your greatest support this year? How did he/she help?

What accomplishments did you achieve this year?

What didn't you achieve this year? Can you determine why not?

What did you learn about yourself this year?

What new opportunities would you like to have in the new year?

What new experiences did you have this year?

What was the biggest risk you took this year?

What do you want to improve on for the next year?

What was your favorite book/movie you read / looked at this year?

What type of boundaries do you think you need to set for yourself?

What were your top priorities this year? How do you want to change this for the new year?

What made you smile this year?

If you knew the world was ending, which relationships would you work on improving and why?

How did you measure your progress this year?

What do you regret most about this year?

How do you think you can improve your mindset?

How did you relax and unwind? What can you do differently next year?

How can you take better care of yourself next year?

Did you have bad/terrible spending habits this year? How can you resolve fix this for the new year?

What are you looking forward to improving in your day to day routine for the new year?

Who do you want to spend more time with in the new year?

Create three (3) SMART goals for yourself for the new year?

Is journaling a habit of yours? Follow me to join my free journal club where we try to keep each other accountable for 2023 and write to some thought provoking prompts.

[onlinetyping]

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[ruby-winters]

Love dressed us as kids She was warm In the kitchen she created a world of craft Sprawled out Her arms around us We knew we were loved

But when he came he Blew out candles like he had something to prove

One by one he put us in the dark Our mother’s light snuck under the doorway and crept around the occasional birthday message when she was allowed to

He undressed love with violence We shared a house No longer a home

- Ruby Winters

[gunswordfist]

(TW Blood, Vampires, Gore) My Black Action Vampire Story. Please consider spreading the word about my 307 word story here, which will become a webcomic written and drawn by me one day. The link to my story also has a built-in text-to-speech feature https://medium.com/p/16b03156c714 :

BloodPunk Dracula

[1400s France]

An assortment of Black vampires are searching the night for somebody. A small light flashes in the distance and gathers all of their attention. A short Black woman donned in dark armor is transforming her gold magic ring from a large circle of blood into two iron weapons in preparation for the impending battle. She’s Dracula, the vampires' target. Her red eyes and new curving gold swords gleam back at them. They rapidly march their way through the snow towards her.

The fastest one arrives in seconds, only to get quickly chopped up by Dracula's golden blades. Dracula's short swords begin magically sucking in streams of blood from the vampire's wounds, forcing the unfortunate vamp's body parts to stay levitated in the night air. These lifeless husks finally hit the ground as the next foolish vampire comes to strike Dracula.

Their sharp nailed attack misses after a fast back step from the Queen of Vampires. The lesser vampire's clawed hand pierces through a building's outer wall instead. Dracula breaks the ground beneath her back foot to dash in at them with her weapons held out at each side. Her right blade runs right through the row of stacked bricks beside her. In under a second, she leaps and has that same sword slash up the wall and through the neck of the arm-in-wall vamp. Dracula's feet hit the snowy ground. She turns to promptly greet the rest of the now headless vampire's corpse with a violent dance of dual blades. This time Dracula uses her mouth to blood suck their red liquid from through the air to her opened red lips. After seconds of being rendered into a hover by Dracula's powerful blood feeding, the night creature's now shrunken bits rain into the soft snow. The next fool makes their way to Dracula...

[herelies-j]

Even when I'm surrounded by my loved ones, there's this void on my heart that never fills. This emptiness roars inside my head and drives me through the lane of the memories. I've a trunk sized space inside my brain, filled with all the memories to be cherished but the ones I'm most afraid of pops up and ruins everything everytime.

[doctober-baby-poetry]

I grow from the corpse I hid, rotten and stale in the grass Into a little purple flower, a little beauty in me, at last. ~V

[the-dose-makes-the-poison]

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[sbelikeswords]

Have you heard about the gallae, the trans feminine devotees to the goddess Kybele who lived as women more than 2000 years ago? . No? Then join us tomorrow at 2:15 EST as we explore who they were, how the Romans treated them, and more. . Check my story for a link, and please register for the premiere if you can! It sends the YouTube algorithm the bloops it needs to favour trans history content ❤️ . #transisbeautiful #transgender #trans #transwoman #transwomen #transgal #transandproud #transcommunity #transrights #girlslikeus #transbeauty #instatrans #lgbt #queer #queerwoman #questioning #writer #writerssociety #writingofinstagram #writingsociety #instawriter #igwriter #writersoninstagram #authorsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #transhistory #queerhistory #gayhistory #lgbthistory #romanhistory https://www.instagram.com/p/CpLWT-IuQCt/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[talia-rumlow]

Introduction & Navigation!

18+ ONLY

NAME: Talia Rumlow

AGE: Born 1983 (Fuck I´m old)

OCCUPATION: Single mom, web designer, sometimes writer

From Norway (Same as Loki (Jotunheim)) Love to read and write.

I wanted to start a list of my favorite works from you other AMAZING writers on here. You do such great work, and I want to encourage you.

I can read almost everything. But I as everyone else have my preferences. That does NOT mean that you cant tag me in or send me fics that is about something other than this. If your writing is good, I´ll read it. Oh, yeah.. Kink and dark.. I fricking LOVE that..

READING PREFERENCES

Marvel (Not Spiderman, I find him too young for me)

Brock Rumlow

Jack Rollins

Loki

Thor

Captain America

Bucky Barnes

Iron Man

Frank Grillo Characters

Chris Evans Characters

Sebastian Stan Characters

Tom Hiddelston Characters

Chris Hemsworth Characters

Bones

Buffy

CSI

Castle

911

Chicago Med/Fire/PD

The Night Manager

Criminal Minds

Supernatural

So here goes nothing..

You can find my writing HERE (This will be updated as I go)

READING LIST 2022

All stories on my reading lists will be reblogged the same day I post my list.

Week 41

[xrose-vo]

Love is philosophy.

[abhitidutta]

Muse- um : a poem

My eyebrows look like masculine hands

grating coconut on a 7 am breakfast of

piping hot, coriander smeared Poha

My lashes curl like hibiscus dipped in

the Bay of Bengal

My nose is a landslide

separating the mother from the father,

the father from his self – admiration

My nostrils, they look like

the watery loathing for Plato’s view that says

Poets should be banished from an ideal state

& if you look up at my eyes

they are refugees without the green passports,

living with so much shame,

unable to share a saree, curd rice

this is why one refugee eye cannot look at the other

without noticing the reflection of

national flags on their pupils

dissolving into irony

My lips? If you bite them,

they’ll leave a grainy taste of the Chikoo fruit

My lips? If you kiss them,

they’ll caramelise your mouth with the mixed taste of Cashews & kishmish

People ask who do you write so much for, what surprises you?

I say ‘Me, I am my own Muse’

We use glass windows to either see the

people out of our house

or our own reflections on the window

Why is forgiveness not meant to forgive

but to move on?

& if my breasts go up & down

with breaths taken during

midnight trials at God's court of law

does that mean I feel too much?

A little too much?

A little too much?

- Abhiti / Chiti

[late-night-fiction]

The World as a Want

I step outside to the late afternoon. Fog obscures any hope of a nice view, but my dog strolls out and plants himself beside me. He is happy. I, naturally, want to be happy too, for I believe that in this case it is worthwhile to feel happy. I look around for something to enjoy. The fog, damn the fog, takes away anything for my eyes to compliment. I pierce a glance at my dog. Why is he happy? What is he happy for? Should I be happy because he is there? Or because he, for reasons unknown, is happy?

No. I want to be happy, because I want to be happy. So I will be happy. Why justify such a simple thing as pleasure? The world as a want; that is what has made me happy.

But shouldn’t I feel guilty for chasing desire? No. Not when it comes such a trivial matter, no. 

My dog wags his tail, free from the burdens of justifications, of becauses. Of thought.

[onlinetyping]

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[ruby-winters]

How long is August

Where the wind blows

Our Mother’s hand

Can no longer be held

- Ruby Winters

[luv-u-itz-aster]

I Want To~

I want to, 

Leave the road and take the trails,

Leave the bed and lay on the grass,

Leave hatred and live in peace.

I want to,

Go to you and to be soothed and healed,

Go to you, and dedicate my life to you,

Go to you and Nurture you.

I want to,

Feel your love,

See your pain,

Find your sadness,

I want to,

Be your pupil,

Learn the best of life,

And then save you for the future world,

I want to, save you forever, don't leave me.