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DarkAutumnWrites
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Spare/alt account for my literary musings and gaming adventures. Forever lost in the pages of books and the worlds of games. I'm exploring the art of storytelling, one pixel and paragraph at a time! #Writer #Bookworm #Gamer #StoryADayKeepsTheBoredomAtBay
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DarkAutumnWrites @whimsicalwraith.bsky.social · 17d
One of my favourite quotes!
A dark background with a quote from Mary Shelley's Frankenstein, and a logo of the Bushwick Book Club. "I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other".
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edwardstjames.bsky.social
The #chicken is no coward-
Really they’re rather forward
Modern day Dinosaurs
We have learned to master,

They’re bawk is a mighty roar
But their eggs we lay to waste:
If they knew they’d be less toward
And maybe a lot more stalwart.

#wildwalkprompt #poem #poetry #micropoetry #writingcommunity
December 13, 2025 at 2:07 PM
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edmondsscanner.bsky.social
Your daily fortune:
Listen to the voice in your head. The one telling you to unleash your dark weirdness upon the world.
December 14, 2025 at 5:15 PM
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moomanibe.bsky.social
it's important you understand this before trying to invite me to your party
Octopath 0 screenshot: "The following items are needed to impress them.' [Pepperoni Pizza x1] (Held: 0)
December 14, 2025 at 8:06 PM
whimsicalwraith.bsky.social
"Ah, but being an annoyance is something that I am very good at. In fact, I’m far more than just a mild annoyance. People tell me I can be downright frustrating! Might as well use that talent for the cause of good, eh?" #Kelsier
#TheFinalEmpire #BrandonSanderson #BookSky
December 14, 2025 at 10:28 PM
whimsicalwraith.bsky.social
#CellsAtWork #はたらく細胞 #HatarakuSaibō #AnimeQuotes
An image with a screenshot of a character from the anime Cells At Work of a mutated person/cancer cell. The quote below reads: "lives that are necessary and lives that are not... Why does such a distinction have to be made at all? When is's so tragic for us to be taking lives or being robbed of our lives, why do we have to keep repeating the cycle over and over again?" - Cancer Cell Yellow text reads 'animemotivation.com' in the centre below the image but above the quote.
December 14, 2025 at 9:48 PM
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December 14, 2025 at 12:40 PM
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adwills.bsky.social
"if it was really important, they'd leave a voicemail."
"if it was really important, they'd text."

if it was really important, they'd barge in at 2am, soaked from the rain, out of breath with an arrow in their back going "I... didn't know where else to go" before collapsing on my floor.
December 13, 2025 at 8:55 PM
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✨️🌬🌴🌊🌴🌬✨️

apogee
of gentle wind
s a t i n t i d e s

#BlueSkyArtShow #FavoriteThings
#EastCoastKin
#vss365 Apogee

#haiku #俳句 #Freeverse #Poetry #Micropoetry #Photography #Nature #Wolftwin #Beach #StJohn
This is a photo I took overlooking St. John’s Trunk Bay—one of my favorite places. In the off season, it becomes so quiet and even more beautiful. Before the trade winds pick up, the breeze feels like a sweet caress mimicked by the tides. The bay cups a blue gradient from clear aquamarine to deep indigo. Tropical green trees, distant mountains, and companion islands frame the small stretch of perfect powder-soft sand. The blue sky above holds fluffy clouds—the slow kind that morph into fairytale creatures. It’s one of the few places I actively miss and dream about. I found a piece of myself on this tiny island, under a Jumbie Tree. I look at this photo on dreary days. My new haiku sums up how it feels to stand in St. John’s soft waves. apogee of gentle wind satin tides Gentle wind is a local autumn kigo, as the trade winds slacken between summer and their winter peak.
December 13, 2025 at 3:35 PM
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wolftwinthomas.bsky.social
one lamp on —
I tell the darkness
it can stay
#haiku #poetry
November 30, 2025 at 4:10 PM
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#AnimeQuotes #BlackButler #CielPhantomhive #Truth
An image of the character Ciel from Black Butler, looking towards the camera with an eye patch on. A quote beneath in white reads "There's nothing more deceiving than an obvious truth" - Ciel Phantomhive Text in the bottom left corner in yellow reads animemotivation.com and @animemotivate at the right hand side.
December 11, 2025 at 11:56 AM
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lightwavers.bsky.social
Oh well
If only part of me hadn’t climbed up
Displaced the body
We could burn

Oh well
If only part of me hadn’t seen the light
Found a truth
We could break the loop

Alas, alas
This winter’s crisp
There’s much to miss
Alas, alas
December 10, 2025 at 4:47 PM
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I’ve posted this before but the light was perfect today- a little Victorian cat paw in a brick at the front of the old Norfolk & Norwich Hospital. As this is on the front-facing corner of the main gates, the bricklayer quite clearly put it there on purpose, at a height where children would spot it.
Cat paw print in a red brick wall.
December 10, 2025 at 4:07 PM
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saddletramp1956.bsky.social
Truth!
December 9, 2025 at 6:06 PM
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writeforwellbeing.bsky.social
#TuesdayThoughts
#TuesdayMotivation
#TuesdayTips
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Roald Dahl quotes: 'A little nonsense now and then, is relished by the wisest men.' 'And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you, because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely of places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.'
December 9, 2025 at 9:30 PM
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ignorantfairy.bsky.social
faerie with split wings
doomed do wander mortal realms
glamour slowly fades
magic weakened far from home
crystal acorn talisman

* * *

remnant of kinship
glimmering blue in her palms
restored hope at dusk

#tanka #senryu #fae #split #blueskyrelay #poetry #poetrycommunity
December 9, 2025 at 8:12 PM
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lightwavers.bsky.social
Someday soon I’ll sing in tune
Find my soul and mend the wound
Yet right now I’m in reverie
Thinking of all the yous and mes
Drawing scarlet, black and white

After that there’ll be a path
Course corroded through my tries
I’ll follow ‘til my fires fade
Attack the root of pain and haze
December 9, 2025 at 8:40 PM
whimsicalwraith.bsky.social
Today's write 🌵

#WriterSky #CreativeWriting #StoryADayKeepsTheBoredomAtBay #Cactus #WildWalkPrompt
White background with black text reading: One moment you're downing another shot of tequila, then the next you're sat debating if the bathroom light is too harsh for your indoor cactus. Blessed Mother, what was she even doing with her life anymore? Clara sighed, the sound muffled by a bright green, fluffy, oversized towel wrapped around her head. She didn't have to debate; the answer was a resounding yes. Those cheap, buzzing fluorescent lights were an environmental, and horticultural, crime. Her poor old Ferocactus - she'd named him Bartholomew - had barely recovered from the fungal gnats he’d acquired after the move, and now to suffer this indignity. Sighing, yet again, gingerly she rose from the edge of the tub, wincing as her knees cracked in quiet protest, a sound she definitely hadn't heard when she was twenty-six and confidently ordering her third round. She pulled the switch cord, plunging the bathroom into a softer, less menacing gloom courtesy of the overhead LED vanity lights. "There, you go Bart. Better?" she murmured to the rotund spiky green ball, which obviously offered absolutely no opinion back. Of course. The sad truth wasn't just the tequila-to-cacti pipeline; it was the sheer, baffling speed of the whole transition. Last month, she'd been convinced she was having a renaissance - a flirtation with a handsome, perpetually unavailable bartender named Leonardo, fuelled by late nights and questionably poor decisions… but, she'd told herself she was spontaneous.
December 9, 2025 at 7:58 PM
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danigracewrites.bsky.social
Her #magenta lips called to him from across the courtyard. He watched as she spoke to her group of friends. He didn't know her yet, but he was going to.

He began a slow approach, then rushed and stole her away at supernatural speed. Those lips screamed. It was the last time anyone saw her.

#vss365
December 7, 2025 at 2:05 PM
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Your fortune for today:
Become the creature in the shadows, or the creature in the shadows will be coming for you.
December 7, 2025 at 5:00 PM
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Today's #QuickWrite

#Storm #Dragon #CreativeWriting #WriterSky #DragonStory
White background with black text reading: As the rain battered down, the great Drake sensed it, Her. He lifted his head skyward expectantly, and shook out his wings in preparation. His anticipation building further as the pressure dropped while he stretched, and raked the soft ground with his talons. His tail twitched, to and fro, as he looked up at the darkening sky, eagerly searching. Tonight, he thought, Tonight, I will catch her. Thunder rumbled low and ominous, the deep growl of a Sky Dragon reverberating through his chest and body, as if in challenge. And it was one he was eager to accept. Suddenly, a bright streak appeared as a fork of lightning cut through the thunder clap, and split the sky apart. There! In a powerful burst of movement he launched himself from the ground, vertically skyward into the air. With his wings outstretched and beating mightily, he pushed himself harder with each downdraft. He threw himself at the streak of static that was dancing within the arc of each lightning burst. The Sky Dragon's Daughter, Thundrah, was his quarry, and her playful, tempestuous spirit responded to his audacious chase not with indifference, but with invitation. The air itself became a living thing, crackling with ozone and the scent of freshly charged rain mingled with wet grass. The wind currents, once a hindrance, now seemed to guide him, pulling him deeper into the very heart of the storm
December 7, 2025 at 1:47 PM
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badlydrawnbears.bsky.social
I want to be the very best but I am very tired xox
December 5, 2025 at 5:35 PM
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wolftwinthomas.bsky.social
ginger tom —
his name known
only to him
#haiku #poetry #caturday
December 6, 2025 at 4:37 PM
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Today's #QuickWrite 🗡️

#CreativeWriting #ShortProse #WriterSky #BlackSmith #MetalWorking
#AStoryADayKeepsTheBoredomAway
A white background with black text reading: The quenching steam hissed and spat as the twice heated metal was plunged into a dousing bucket. The sharp crescendo of hammer on iron was a sound relentless; yet welcoming. It was the true heartbeat of the Forge.” The Smith pulled the now rapidly cooling steel from the bucket. A momentary hush fell inside the shop, broken only by the rhythmic puff of the bellows, drawing air into the furnace pit. The bucket water, dark and slick with scale and carbon, continued to bubble softly, releasing the last of the captured heat. She ignored the smoke and the dry heat that radiated off the flame pit like a living thing, a captured dragonet. Her eyes, permanently narrowed against the glare of the white-hot iron, focused on the delicate workpiece. A blade, a long, elegant dagger. Its edges clean, and its lines, true. It felt solid and keenly obedient in her tongs, with all the promise of sharp perfection. A knife like this was not meant for cutting bread.This was a tool meant for extraction, whether of information or life, was a choice left entirely to the client.
December 6, 2025 at 12:22 AM
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farahauthor.bsky.social
so hard being softly spoken in this world of foghorn air raid siren loudspeaker dying seagull donkey hee-haw unbearable cacophony voices
December 2, 2025 at 6:34 PM
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Me, then: I shall take a quick nap and be refreshed to fight on for the rest of the day!

Me, now, lurching around like a beheaded zombie’s corpse: GOT STUCK IN BLANKETS WHAT YEAR IS THIS AM I IN NARNIA AGAIN?
December 4, 2025 at 8:10 PM