EG's Words and Worlds

-It’s raining. Yesterday, it was snowing. The day before that, all the snow had melted and the birds were starting to sing their spring songs. Who knows what tomorrow will bring.

-Your neighbors are holding a Super Bowl viewing party again this year. You’re getting sick of all of the shouting, and of all of the cars parked up and down your street, and of all the hooded guests who arrive and never leave.

-Valentine’s Day isn’t about romance, not at all. It’s about pairing off so we don’t have to face what’s out there on our own.

-Your fingers are numb after shoveling snow. They have been numb for months. You don’t remember what they feel like anymore.

-If the groundhog sees his shadow, we have six more weeks of winter. If he doesn’t, we have an early spring. We don’t talk about what happens if he sees a double shadow, or his own reflection in the ice. We don’t like to think about it.

-The deer are getting restless. You don’t know why, but they’ve been standing in your driveway for the last few night, peering into your home.

-February 29th doesn’t only happen on leap years. We just don’t remember the others.

-Remember to take down your Christmas decorations before the stroke of midnight on January 5th. All lights hanging after that are the province of the old gods, the winter gods, and they will demand sacrifice.

-There are words and songs hidden in the howling wind. Don’t ever listen to them, just cover your ears and keep walking.

-Don’t be fooled be the weak sunlight, or the melting snow that comes at the end of the month. The winter has only barely started and it won’t end for months to come, maybe years.

-It’s dark by the time you leave work. Your drive home feels different than it did in the daylight, and it takes much much longer, though you can’t explain why.

-Be careful driving tonight, they say, there’s ice on the roads. They don’t say anything about the ice creeping into your home, or into your heart.

-You startle awake in the middle of the night, but all you hear is the sound of the hissing radiator or the clanking of the pipes. The things in the darkness have learned to immitate these noises and are waiting for you to let your guard down again.

-It’s a new year, but nothing has changed yet and nothing will.

Hello! I'm Han, I've been on tumblr way too long and I created a writeblr less than a year ago, but it was connected to my fandom presence by username and I just...don't want that anymore. So new account! New writeblr! New WIPs! oops

I also want a dash that's just for writeblr because I was missing waaaaaay too much.

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About me: ✽ She/they pronouns ✽ Late twenties ✽ I love fantasy and horror and those are my main genres ✽ Tag and ask game friendly ✽ DMs are always open; come say hi! I'd love to make new friends

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—Joy (@italiangothicwriteblr)

Thank you for the ask!! These are perfect for my newest WIP, Bokeh. I cheated a little.

All this subterfuge was driving her to drink. Heavily. Rae threw back the last of the vodka in her glass. Her third in two hours. At least it was doing its job, loosening the knot of anxiety caused by having her mistress and husband in the same room.

She turned her back to the bar, eyes floating over the many guests until she found her. Helena. What had started as an ill-advised dalliance with a student had somehow turned to more. Happiness. Kindness. Passion. Dare she say ‘love’?

But the l-word felt so ridiculous. She’d known Helena for little more than six months. What was that in comparison to a decades long marriage?

A lot, considering she was still carrying on with Helena, further twisting her already abominable marriage. A weak facsimile of what the institution ought to be. Yes, she had a hand in making it what it was, but Richard was hardly free from guilt.

Her eyes found his in the crowd, where he was watching her like a hawk.

I borrowed this idea from @aninkwellofnectar (and it was originally from @keyboardandquill).

Send me 3 one-word prompts from the list (or make up some of your own!) and I’ll write a tiny scene for them involving the prompts! (Don’t ask about specific WIPs or OCs; I’m using this as a way to write/get more of a feel for my short stories for camp nano).

Abomination

Astral

Bewitching

Blazing

Bucolic

Candor

Catharsis

Chrysalis

Colossal

Crescendo

Dalliance

Dauntless

Diaphanous

Elixir

Eloquent

Euphoric

Flourish

Fortitude

Furtive

Harbinger

Holiness

Invincible

Jubilation

Labyrinth

Languor

Lyrical

Mellow

Minutiae

Murmur

Omnipotent

Opulent

Panacea

Paradisiac

Penumbra

Petrichor

Pyrrhic

Quietude

Rapturous

Ripple

Serendipitous

Solitude

Subterfuge

Symphony

Talisman

Thunderous

Verity

Vulnerable

Wanderlust

Yearn

Rules: in a new post, share the last line from your current wip, and tag as many peoplr as there are words

Now, I’ve been mostly writing meta/outlining posts so there’s not much actual prose, but I did see this little gem in my outline:

“The trials of being known and loved and valued.”

Which says it all, really.

There’s not many words in this one so I’m tagging nine people:

@ryns-ramblings @spuddlespud @songsofloke @writingamongther0ses

@ettawritesnstudies @mjjune @equusgirl-writes @diemohnblume @leighvalentin