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THEIR SWEAT SLICKED BODIES GLISTEN IN THE SUN LIKE THE DIVINE OVER WORSHIP. STAGING A VOLLEY OF BACK-HANDED PLAYS TO STOMACH LOVE FOR A LOOSE TONGUE DOES OFTEN BURN. AND YET THEY RUSH ABOUT. BLURRING THE SELF UNDER GUTTURAL EXCHANGES . SEEKING SUBMISSION FROM THE OTHER TO SILENCE THEIR NEED OF FLAGELLATION . WITH BLISTERED HANDS REACHING FOR LION HEADS TO BED THEIR VICES. A GROWTH OF DEATH SETS ON THE COURT OF THUNDER BLUDGEONING MAN INTO COMPARTMENTS OF RAGE .
FOR @nosebleedclub PROMPT : TENNIS COURT. /. @snickiebear AND @smidgen-of-hotboy ASK TO BE TAGGED OR REMOVED.
— found poetry for @nosebleedclub prompt broken down. taglist : @smidgen-of-hotboy and @snickiebear. asked to be added or removed.
YOU'VE BEEN ON AN UNREMEMBERED DAYS LONG JOURNEY WHEN YOU FIND A HOUSE IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE. FATIGUED AND WEATHER WORN YOU THINK TO SETTLE IN THE HOUSE , EVEN IF FOR A MOMENT. FOR THERE IS LIFE AROUND THIS HOUSE , WHERE THERE IS DEATH EVERY WHERE ELSE AND SO YOU GO TO THE DOOR AND YOU KNOCK THREE TIMES. ONCE POLITELY , SECOND WITH SOME FORCE AND A THIRD TIME WITH A FRENZY. YOU WANT IN , WANT A SPACE TO BREATHE AND PUT YOURSELF BACK AS A PERSON. BUT THE HOUSE IS SPEAKING IN RIDDLES YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND.
YOU TRY AND REASON WITH THE HOUSE , TRY TO HOLD YOUR HEART OUT IN YOUR HANDS . PLEADING AND UNBECOMING ALL THAT YOU WHERE BEFORE YOU CAME UPON ITS THRESHOLD. YOU ARE BECOMING A FOOL - BUT YOU ALL SO BADLY WANT TO BE HELD . BUT THE HOUSE IS SPEAKING IN GAMES , AND YOU DO NOT KNOW IF YOU WILL BE ABLE TO WIN.
THE HOUSE LOOKS OUT TO YOU , COUNTING YOUR BREATH AND SEEING YOU A FOOL. THE HOUSE LOOKS OUT TO YOU AND THINKS OF ALL THE WAYS IT COULD TAKE YOU APART AND IT SEES AN EGO THINKING IT COULD TRESPASS . THE HOUSE LOOKS OUT AT YOU AND THE HOUSE FOCUSES ON DEMANDS . TONIGHT IT WOULD EAT , IT WOULD BECOME AS IT ALWAYS SHOULD OF HAVE BEEN.
THE DOOR OPENS AND YOU RUSH IN . YOU SEE GLORY AND YOU SEE HOPE . YOU GO IN AND YOU FALL INTO CARPET LIKE A DRUNKARD DOES ON THE STREET. YOU ARE TOUCHING AND YOU ARE FEELING , YOU ARE STRIPPING AND RUNNING TO SHOWER. TOWEL DRYING GLEE AS YOU SEE THE KITCHEN FILLED OF DELIGHTS. YOU ARE GOING IN AND OUT OF ROOMS TILL YOU CRASH INTO ANOTHER.
" WHO ARE YOU ? " YOU ASK THIS MAN , FOOLISH ENOUGH TO THINK THIS PARADISE WAS FOR YOU ALONE. YOU. YOU GRAB HIM BY HIS SHIRT AND YOU THROW HIM AGAINST WALL. " WHO ARE YOU ? " ASK AGAIN MOUTH ROUGH AND HANDS TURNING TO FISTS.
" I AM THE HOUSE - IN WHICH YOU RUN AROUND. " HE PUSHES YOU BACK AND YOU FEEL A FORCE YOU HAVE NEVER FELT BEFORE. LIKE GOD HAD A HAND ON YOU , WANTING TO SEE JUST HOW MUCH BEFORE YOU'D FALL APART.
what will you do with this knowledge ?
challenge the house ?
or make some sort of an agreement with the house ?
dedicated to @nosebleedclub 's prompt " little bunny - " a saga dated december twenty-fifth , twenty-twenty-three .
taglist : @snickiebear and @smidgen-of-hotboy asked to be tagged / removed
god cuts his stomach open to feed the angels one last prophecy - " man will not make it past the third day of my demise . " and he kneels into time , an old relic of something sweet - washed down by a carnal glazed fix of chance. god is fate and fate is sold to the highest bidder. who took the knife and slit his throat. preaching a new world divinity : god is machine , god is chance , god is i , god is you and so god is nothing at all. and god watches as time fills him with files. - and he slips his tongue over every misguide of this fraudulent prophet. tasting the bitter aftermath of a future that would bleed itself dry.
god takes out his eyes before he drowns, and leaves them with time to give to her child. time looks to them - broken hearted and gives them to her daughter, who puts them right into her mouth. swallowing whole - the nature of knowing . and time watches the eyes grow into roots to make her child a function of consequence . spreading her apart into thirds . the past that haunts , the present that wavers , and the future that believes.
the angles lament , they fall and they change . and even lucifer is crazed - for he only fell because he loved god and did not want to share. he pulls his wings out for he now had nothing to fly back and leaves a cesspool of dread in his steps over earth. raphael does not cure the plagues but briths new ones. holds her mouth so wide that she fills herself on the waters. leaving man parched with simper faced delight.
micheal takes the sword and kills himself. for if not for god there was no reason to guard man from sin and terror. while gabriel proclaims god's last words with such menace the world begins to cave. fate is god and if god is dead there is nothing to hold one up - for chance is a brutal bride that would oft take your head .
a part of MAN'S FOLLY a display showcasing god's death by man's hand. - as taken from @nosebleedclub 's prompt dated december second , twenty-twenty-three , titled gallery
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WEBSITES FOR WRITERS {masterpost}
E.A. Deverell - FREE worksheets (characters, world building, narrator, etc.) and paid courses;
Hiveword - Helps to research any topic to write about (has other resources, too);
BetaBooks - Share your draft with your beta reader (can be more than one), and see where they stopped reading, their comments, etc.;
Charlotte Dillon - Research links;
Writing realistic injuries - The title is pretty self-explanatory: while writing about an injury, take a look at this useful website;
One Stop for Writers - You guys... this website has literally everything we need: a) Description thesaurus collection, b) Character builder, c) Story maps, d) Scene maps & timelines, e) World building surveys, f) Worksheets, f) Tutorials, and much more! Although it has a paid plan ($90/year | $50/6 months | $9/month), you can still get a 2-week FREE trial;
One Stop for Writers Roadmap - It has many tips for you, divided into three different topics: a) How to plan a story, b) How to write a story, c) How to revise a story. The best thing about this? It's FREE!
Story Structure Database - The Story Structure Database is an archive of books and movies, recording all their major plot points;
National Centre for Writing - FREE worksheets and writing courses. Has also paid courses;
Penguin Random House - Has some writing contests and great opportunities;
Crime Reads - Get inspired before writing a crime scene;
The Creative Academy for Writers - "Writers helping writers along every step of the path to publication." It's FREE and has ZOOM writing rooms;
Reedsy - "A trusted place to learn how to successfully publish your book" It has many tips, and tools (generators), contests, prompts lists, etc. FREE;
QueryTracker - Find agents for your books (personally, I've never used this before, but I thought I should feature it here);
Pacemaker - Track your goals (example: Write 50K words - then, everytime you write, you track the number of the words, and it will make a graphic for you with your progress). It's FREE but has a paid plan;
Save the Cat! - The blog of the most known storytelling method. You can find posts, sheets, a software (student discount - 70%), and other things;
I hope this is helpful for you!
(Also, check my blog if you want to!)
the icarus complex
margaret atwood, from eating fire / nina maclaughlin, from “harvest moon”, the paris review / yves olade, from “when rome falls”, bloodsport / paul auster, from the book of illusions / nina maclaughlin, from “harvest moon” / carl phillips, from “on restlessness” / margaret atwood, from eating fire
In Farsi, we say jaya shomah khallee when a beloved is absent from our table—literally: your place is empty. I don’t know why I waste my time with the imprecision of saying anything else
— Kaveh Akbar, from “Forfeiting my Mystique,” in Pilgrim Bell
the house is a body , a person , a man, a lover and a poet. a bespectacled worshiper licking the bones of a dream held in the quiet whispers of a boy on the cusp of manhood. a hound biting the boy-man to godhood, so to feed it till judgment comes running . it is spread as long breaths caught in between the fingers of a years old saga. speaking verses around a life seen divine. a tree catching feathers off a fluttering bird- too sweet to break the legs off its tender heart. it is found as words cutout to feed grief through stretch-marks betraying a faulty structure. it is a house , a body, a person , a man, a lover and - a widower seeing his love die as he becomes a heretic of the outside. and so it grows mad . holding teeth to time baiting it to bring the boy back as he should have ben.
the house is a body , a person , a man , a lover , and a maze so hungry to hold. - it s a bloodied man stealing hearts to make what he has lost. a fix of heroine sinking sprits to make itself seem grander. the house is a body that wants to be filled , to drink down god and have him sit within its palm. the house is a man that grew on the boy-god he made and fell in love with. the house is a sad man lost on verse of poem it writes to a god that will no look back.
for at @nosebleedclub 's prompt dated novemeber eighteenth twenty-twenty-three oddity as expressed through the house of the changing house . taglist : @snickiebear @smidgen-of-hotboy asked to be tagged or removed.
the changing house is gonna be told from a second person point of view . so a lot is gonna be rewritten. i think this pov adds a flavor of displacement and opens kabir into something everyone can fit into. i wanna make it seem like you as a reader are being dropped into the story and forced to reason yourself a way out of it.

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HE KISSES YOU AND IT TASTES LIKE THE NIGHT . A NEON TONGUED ALLEY , PROSTRATING TO DRINK HEAVEN OUT OF YOUR BODY . AND YOU SPILL - YOU POOL , WHORE (GOD ) OF THE HOUSE AND HERE HE LICKS AND HERE HE PRAYS TO HAVE YOU WHOLE . —
the stage is set : a man- made god and a man simple, both in mutual cannibalism . you do not understand why the house brought him in , nor what reason it has become softer and lets him hold you but you appreciate the tenderness. you’re an open cavity waiting to be filled and he slips in between your veins to inhale , to exist and to make you remember. heavy is the crown of divinity but how sweet is the soft mouth of worship.
you settle over him , body pushing up his . and he throws himself back at you. hands under shirt tracing skin in loud turns wanting to shuffle in below the surface. a god needs to feed and a god needs to be fed. and so you both bite into each other - seen rabid dogs on the heel of a fall.
and you treat his body like a table of ruins . an heirloom you’d found after years. and thus , fingers congregate at the nerves to suckle out any shape of another he may have lots inside of himself . leaving his mouth to dive over you, manic and drawn out like a beasts. he is on fire , on brittle bones breaking to have you inside. and when you feel the madness your mouth breaks to smile . how sweet was it to see the other in your color. you are not a kind god any longer . how many dead things before a boy becomes a sword. and so you hack into him , drinking down his resolve as he slips in deeper.
there is no healing out of what you’ve been placed into , and so you lay on each other spitting out tar in place of love . cauterizing your bleeding hearts to abandon all sense of decorum. you are in state of ending the last bits of purity you knew and oh how glad you are to be rid of it.
for @nosebleedclub 's prompt dated june twenty-sixth , twenty-twenty-three SICKNESS by way of the changing house , if kabir did not know that the man who came to him was the house.
The house as
a man, - full figured and acidic , making god out of you. with a stomach that folds in hunger of your made divinity . a cold whisper down the spine , gnarling teeth with greedy hands . as a baptism and an unholy death . a lingering phantom fixated on the way you touch yourself. watching in heavy grunts, desperate to lay in bed with you. the house as a persona , as a stage , an ego dressed to the nines to satiate the need to belong. the house as a thief , a noose playing lover to hold you for the ends . as something unfilled , pouring himself in the garden to fix your dream to a body . the house as a liar , as a snake shedding you down to your knees so that your mouth fits right over him. the house as a man , as a mouth and as something that will always want you back.
the heart pumps blood with a rhythm determined by a marksman , danced around prior to the animals ritual sacrifice. tragedy is no simple manner , and there are manny definitions some of which are incompatible with each other. a human like body , monstrous serpent god does not need or benefit from worship. yet he imprisoned by the king threatened with death fell in conflict with the explosion of a supernova. bringing order by having messages from ghost intervene , deleting text thus imparting new meaning through the continued sequence of existence .
PROMPT ( @nosebleedclub ) DATED FEBRUARY FOURTEENTH TWENTY-TWENTY-THREE - THROUGH THE HEART USING WIKI ARTICLES : ON GOD , TIME , SEANCES , FOUND POETRY , APOLLO AND REVELATION .
so i was really close on giving up on writing . but then i thought to write the changing house in a different way and we came up here and maybe sometimes writing something in a strange way that is trying to be something else but isn’t exactly helps ?!?!?! so here are script pages ( wrongly formatted ) from the changing house
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the man in my mother’s locket is not my father. not her father nor a good friend or a previous lover . no she said, the man in her locket is god . she said he is mine as much as he is hers. the locket is old , dented and with cuff marks breaking the silver into portions of wanted miracles and known defeats. the god in the locket is in the shape of a man but he is not a man and my father knew her heart was half his when he married her. but he still did any way because his heart was all hers. the god in the locket or the man in the locket has golden eyes. the single spec of color in an otherwise black and white photo. and i learned that if you peer in the the god-man’s eyes long enough they will follow you out. i ask my mother what kind of god he was , and the first thing she did was correct me by saying he is . the second thing she did was tell me of how they met when she couldn’t carry herself any more and she walked her self in the middle of the sea and instead of drowning he carried her back to her room. kissing the raging currents to bed , as he bit down on her fears and devoured them. she said they played home for a while after that , but the sea did not rest in parting with him and so she let him go , only to find parts of him in my father. i asked what made her think he was also mine and she said because i was a part of her and the god had said he would care for all of her. i hold the locket in my hand, it heavy with her myths and tales . and i try to see the man as something other than a man , and it isn’t until years later when the world comes falling on to me that i realize the name of the god in the locket and find myself making a life around him. SALVATION . ‘
for @nosebleedclub ‘s prompt dated november eighteenth , twenty-twenty-two titled silver locket. (via eatingjupiter)
which one of my works besides the changing house do you guys want me to focus on .