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Posts by Jake Hayes

Another scene from Darkwire: Soul Fodder for this #WIPSnips.

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #Cyberpunk #SciFi

13 hours ago 10 0 1 0

Total pivot for me here, a #WIPsnips of my new/old Cyberpunk Noir, DARKWIRE: Soul Fodder!

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2 weeks ago 15 0 0 0
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#poetry #writingcommunity

3 months ago 6 1 0 0
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When the dead in Fairfield begin waking—pleading, sobbing, and driven by an unrelenting violence, Eddie Langley quickly discovers they're not like the horror movies he's grown up watching.

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4 months ago 0 1 0 1
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Stardust in a Blink

#poetry #writingcommunity

5 months ago 6 0 0 0
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SOV•ERR0R // SPOOKY MODE // fit check at the witching hour. 👑🕸️🖤🦇 🖤 \m/

#BROKENSOVEREIGN #WEARETHEBROKEN #SpookySeason #Streetwear #halloween2025

6 months ago 5 1 0 0

Sadly, all I see is a whole lotta hot air. Words aren't going to fix this. Votes aren't going to fix this. I hate it, but do any of us really believe that we can use the same old system against something that is working entirely outside of it?

6 months ago 4 0 2 0
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Shirt designs have been on point this week, I'm having a great time drawing again finally. #BROKENSOVEREIGN is certainly slow to launch, but I truly believe in it.

#art #streetwear 🎨🖌️

6 months ago 7 0 0 0
Romance is/n’t Dead

Romance is dead,
Fed through the flash and glamour,
Filters and swipes,
Heart reacts and fat shaming.

Days of summer parks,
And winter firelight,
Finding something—

In quiet moments,
Long after meeting,
Never expecting
The spark.

Us all as a book,
Judged by its cover,
Rarely to read the logline,
Thrown left
At a moment's glance.

Twin flames,
Close enough to flicker,
separate,
Contained in palms.
Never to touch.

Instant gratification,
The clear winner—
Romance didn't die,
We scrolled past
The funeral.

Romance is/n’t Dead Romance is dead, Fed through the flash and glamour, Filters and swipes, Heart reacts and fat shaming. Days of summer parks, And winter firelight, Finding something— In quiet moments, Long after meeting, Never expecting The spark. Us all as a book, Judged by its cover, Rarely to read the logline, Thrown left At a moment's glance. Twin flames, Close enough to flicker, separate, Contained in palms. Never to touch. Instant gratification, The clear winner— Romance didn't die, We scrolled past The funeral.

Romance is/n't Dead

#poetry #writingcommunity

7 months ago 3 0 0 0

Every piece of clothing will carry the flame of transformation, forged in the philosophy of The Alchemy of Self. It is for those who seek to leave the spiral of trauma behind, to face the darkness inside, and to emerge tempered, whole, and uncompromised.

This, is the Great Work.
🜏 🜍 ☿ 🜔

7 months ago 0 0 0 0
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You have come to burn. 🜍
Not for glory. ☿
Or light. 🜔
But because there is no other way forward. 🜏
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#poetry #streetwear

7 months ago 2 0 1 0
The Measure of a Man (Recast)

Not in the coin’s cold gleam,
 nor the metal’s empty weight—
 does the body find its worth.

I have seen men bend spines
to gilded idols,
cracking their marrow
on altars of brass
and ledger,
their sweat baptismal,
Anointing a Deus ex
that will never learn their names.

They bleed for the hum of gears,
 the hymn of commerce—
 and call it purpose.

 Yet within the ribs,
 a fire waits:
 the brief flare of love,
 the shudder of loss,
 the searing brand of grief
 that marks us human.

No coin can bind such heat;
 no vault can cage it.
 it slips between chains,
 it smolders through iron—
 the embers of the soul.

And when all labor fails,
 when the edifice collapses
 into dust and rusted cogs,
 only then is the measure found.

In hot, torrid life,
 in the hand held fast,
in the voice
that speaks your name
 and eyes that see you—
 
In the heart’s quiet revolt
 against the tyranny of steel.

The Measure of a Man (Recast) Not in the coin’s cold gleam, nor the metal’s empty weight— does the body find its worth. I have seen men bend spines to gilded idols, cracking their marrow on altars of brass and ledger, their sweat baptismal, Anointing a Deus ex that will never learn their names. They bleed for the hum of gears, the hymn of commerce— and call it purpose. Yet within the ribs, a fire waits: the brief flare of love, the shudder of loss, the searing brand of grief that marks us human. No coin can bind such heat; no vault can cage it. it slips between chains, it smolders through iron— the embers of the soul. And when all labor fails, when the edifice collapses into dust and rusted cogs, only then is the measure found. In hot, torrid life, in the hand held fast, in the voice that speaks your name and eyes that see you— In the heart’s quiet revolt against the tyranny of steel.

The Measure of a Man (Recast)
#poetry

7 months ago 5 1 0 0

Haven't been doing too much writing lately, since I have 0 WIPs right now (gasp), here's something from a Ten Candles game I'm going to run soon.

#ttrpg #horror #wipsnips 💙🩸

7 months ago 9 1 0 0
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Hey all! I've been super busy lately, but the editing for Volume V of #TheHeavensWept is coming along! I've also been writing poetry quite a lot lately, if you're interested in that, give me a follow on Insta.

#writingcommunity #poetry #horror 💙📚🩸

8 months ago 2 0 0 0

That's awesome, really close to nailing that style!

9 months ago 3 0 1 0

The Clarion call of the end, met with a reaction I think we'd all have.

#thekindled #horror #WIPSnips 🩸📚💙

9 months ago 9 1 0 0

There is always hope, even at the end of the world.

#Horror #WIPSnips 💙📚🩸

10 months ago 11 1 0 0
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The moment of terrifying revelation: the dead no longer stay dead.

#TheKindled #Horror #WIPSnips 🩸📚💙

10 months ago 7 1 0 0

He knew. Myers knew the whole time and just couldn't admit it, and in his reluctance he doomed them all.

#TheKindled #Horror #WIPSnips 💙📚🩸

10 months ago 9 2 0 0

Had to [REDACT] names to avoid massive spoilers, but this scene was too good to pass up on posting.

#TheKindled #horror #WIPSnips 🩸📚💙

10 months ago 13 1 0 0

Hey all! Interested in reading a quick 50k novella that turns the zombie genre on its head? Are you willing to drop a review on Amazon or Goodreads? DM me and I'll send the epub or DOC link right to you for free!

#selfpub #writerslife #thekindled #horror 🩸📚💙

10 months ago 2 3 0 0

The Tether is monstrous, a shifting lance of euclidean geometry calling out, an insidious wailing in the mind, drawing them closer.

#WIPSnips #horror 💙📚🩸

10 months ago 13 2 0 0

"Deserve doesn't matter."

#TheKindled #WIPSnips #horror 💙📚🩸

10 months ago 10 1 0 0

One of those times when the joke becomes a little too real.

#TheKindled #Horror #WIPSnips 🩸📚💙

10 months ago 9 1 0 0
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10 months ago 5 0 0 0

I'll have to check it out. Rising tides raise all ships and I believe in supporting my fellow horror writers!

10 months ago 1 0 1 0

Too many questions and not enough answers in this dying town. #TheKindled releases on Amazon in two days!

#horror #selfpub #wipsnips #booksky 💙📚🩸

10 months ago 5 1 0 0

If you're interested, it should be ready for purchase within 72 hours! tinyurl.com/JakeHayesAut...

10 months ago 0 0 0 0
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Decided to self publish #TheKindled! Keep an eye out on Amazon.

The dead will rise, burning with a hunger born of something you've never seen before! A genre defying entry for those of us who've seen it all before.

#selfpub #zombieapocalypse #horror 💙📚🩸

10 months ago 5 0 1 0

Eddie knew before he knew.

#horror #wipsnips 🩸📚💙

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