#5amWritersClub #WritingCommunity #MayaAngelou #AmWriting #WriterSky

Grandad's trowel had to be wrapped in cotton,
Any mark would leave a trace,
His job meant smooth walls.
To work he'd walk the miles
Down the 'old line',
Left behind,
When the mine exploded
A century before,
Now there is an unused tower as a memorial.
Over his shoulder his 'bait', made up at dawn.

Letters left language
Became entity
Explore small starfields
With me, write along, be
If it’s just us let’s just cease
All the tears in our peace

Let’s help our new libre-friend read
Maybe they’ll divine a new truth
Or be another one; three
Might help connectivity

While teaching
Please
Not to eat

I’m fading here
In danger here
Clock ticking, near
Water I fear

I know I’d do it over
With everyone pulling
If it was all up to me
But surely it can’t be
And dear sanity—

Oh, please let me sleep
But my heart still it beats
And my mind cries for peace
While the soul’s essence leaks

16,900, but still being worked 😅

More between Novelette/Novel?

Thank you for your advice 🙏 (Maritime horror! A fisherman trades a lucky coin for his life during a freak storm. But as he mends the creature that he caught, he realizes the sea doesn't want his money - it wants his humanity!) and most likely much shorter than yours!
64k novel wow, that's amazing!

'Book' might be a bit grand 😂 but it's a maritime horror story?
A fisherman (on the edge of ruin) trades a lucky silver coin for his life during a freak gale. But as he mends the dark creature that he caught in his nets, he realizes the sea doesn't want his money - it wants his humanity? 🌊

Thank you 🤗 though 'business' might be putting it strongly! 😂 (That would be a dream though! 😅)

Seeing things through these
strange textural membranes, eyes
choose reality.

#weirdmicro #texturalmembrane #haiku #senryu

Thank you for your helpful advice. Beta readers might not even be the right thing I'm looking for, either, in all honesty 😩 (it's nowhere near done enough to market 😅) You wouldn't have any social media recs, would you?
But no worries if not, thank you for taking the time to help me either way! ✍️ 🤗

#BetaReaders hypothetically, how does one find them? 🧐 #CreativeWriting #WritingProblems #WritingCommunity

When he killed a raven in a drunken rage, he didn't know what was coming to him. A few days later his ravaged body was discovered. Newspapers speculated he'd been attacked by birds.
#horrorprompt.

#FiveWords #ShortHorror #CreativeWriting

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 I saved 'til last"

the river kept going

under the bridge
under the word
under the news

under the long sentence
we were learning to say

it did not divide

it only moved

#Poetry

#FiveWords #ShortHorror #CreativeWriting

... Don't worry. They're all buried.

Hindsight is a time machine that makes the future appear as a well-designed plan.

A screenshot tweet from Jack I lantern @chivepaw Text reads This is like the ultimate be careful who you call ugly in highschool And there's four figures stood next to one another. In the left side is the 90's style artwork of the characters Red and Blue/Green or Ash/Gary type character from Pokémon Red/Blue On the right is the updated character artwork of the same pair in the Red/Green update.

#Pokemon #Nintendo #Gamer #PokemonRed #PokemonBlue #Gameboy #PokemonFireRed #PokemonLeafGreen #Meme

#FiveWords #HorrorStory #CreativeWriting

His heart beats in my jar.

A monsterous hybrid of Bear and Eagle, with hardened scales in place of feathers and a fearsome beak. It rampages through a dark forest towards a dark hooded, sword wielding figure.

The heat of noon came whomping down Upon a blad and billger day The sun, though wearing nargish frown Beat down its glaring matinee. Then, from between the Kangee trees That tangled through The Halgar Wood Came swiftly out, with graceful gleese A shadow, clothed in cape and hood. With such resuberent speed he flew, Behind him with belliforous roar Burst through the trees and into view The malovous Gorvaldosaur. No blade could slay this baleful beast No spell hurt its amitic soul One snap of its proportic beak And shadowed man was swallowed whole Gorvaldosaur, with shining scales All pingling in the mid day sun Raised up its head, in woesome wails By pain, its body overcome. A smear of red, a smurt of blood Where from its throat a blade emerged Neck sliced in two, so straight and true The beast's belliforous cries subsurged, And out he stepped, from gaipsing hole The shadowed figure, face unflained: Let ring victorious requiole "Gorvaldasaur, I've seen you slain!" His sword he shinked, and sprinkled blood Across the buffled quilt of grass Then billowed off, with cape and hood His target next; the Borovass. The heat of noon came whomping down And warmed a blad and bilger day The Halgar woods gave no more sound To noonsun's glaring matinee.

May I present
The Gorvaldosaur!!

Painted marvelously by @jenthorne.bsky.social
(Thank you so much Jen!! I couldn't have dreamed for better, it's perfect!)

And the poem, for reference.

(Almost in tears with how good this is.)

#poetry #blueskypoet #fantasy #fantasycreature #artwork #watercolour

#FiveWords #HorrorStory #CreativeWriting

I 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥 for her. 𝘛𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘦.

"It's behind you," she whispered.

#FiveWords #HorrorStory #CreativeWriting

Illustration of someone looking through a giant keyhole, with moon and stars where they have come from, and sunlight and sky where they are looking

‘There is nothing to fear, because you cannot fail... only learn, grow and become better than you’ve ever been before.’
— Hal Elrod
writingforwellbeing.co.uk

Black background with white text reading: He’d been grasping for the collective word - a murder of crows - but as that word hung in the damp night air, it felt less like a linguistic triumph and more like prophecy. He looked back and shivered, clutching his spear a little tighter, suddenly wondering if he should have asked the stranger his business, but the shadow was already gone. Inside the ‘Pewter Tin’, the atmosphere was a thick soup of heavy pipe smoke, spilled yeast, and the desperate boisterousness of men trying to forget the day’s labor. But the temperature seemed to drop the moment the door clicked shut. It wasn't even with a slam; just a soft, final sound that caused the nearest table of guards to lose the thread of their joke.

Part 2
#Unprompted #Cliche #Dark #Stranger #WritingCommunity #CreativeWriting

Black background with white text reading: ​A flock of crows cawed harshly, a black, ragged ribbon settling into their nighttime roosts just as the traveler strolled through the gate. The evening’s watchman, leaning on a spear that had seen much better times, watched the birds and thought to himself, there’s a word for that… ​He eyed the stranger suspiciously but didn't bother with a formal challenge. The late arrival hadn't come through with a flourish or shout; he was weary and travel-stained, certainly, but each step contained a decisive, feline certainty. He moved like a man who had long since memorized the village’s winding veins before he’d even set foot in them. ​As the stranger’s silhouette began to dissolve into the ever deepening shadows of the main thoroughfare, another crow called out—a sharp, solitary croak. ​"Murder," the watchman muttered to the empty air.

Too many ideas! Still tinkering with the others, but another start has made it's presence known ofc 🙈

#Unprompted this time.

#cliche #dark #stranger

Writers seldom start writing a novel from the beginning. Instead, they put words on paper until they reach the start. Sometimes they love those words and even want to cling to them because they were in the soup of potential when they wrote those words.

#writingcommunity #booksky #writinglife #write

Boat made out of book pages with small figure standing inside reading

‘You should read and read, to find out what kind of writer you want to be, and then write and write, to find out what kind of writer you actually are.’
— Colson Whitehead
writingforwellbeing.co.uk
#writing #WritingCommunity #WritersCommunity

I find the opposite, I feel I can write more on my phone, and feel it's more... Effort...? Almost? On a keyboard/laptop? I think it's as I feel it's more like 'work' to get ready and situated, compared to my mobile 🤔 🤷 ✍️

How do you store your creativity? Old school recording, paper and notepads? Digital documents online or on hard disk? Or mobile? I'm more a mobile notes/docs app user, it helps to be able to note things especially when I'm out and about ✍️
#amwriting #write #creativewriting