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I made a moodboard inspired by (one of) my favorite character! I picked my witchy woman, my queen, Bex (from Lost Girls).

The prompt: Make a moodboard inspired by your favorite character! Use the color gold as the main theme!

Fog curled over the lake as she made her way around it, footsteps carefully silent in the sand and grass, avoiding the muddy patches.

Her eyes fixed on her destination, a simple canvas tent, a short ways up from the bank at the edge of the trees, and inhabited by campers. Stupid campers. Perhaps they were new to the area and thought the stories of the haunted lake were exaggerated to scare children, or perhaps they put down the rumored disappearances of previous campers to bears. This pair had strung a dark plastic bag full of human foodstuffs responsibly over a branch, a safe distance away from their tent.

Unfortunately for them, even the bears avoided the area in favor of the fiercer predator.

the eastern horizon was starting to be a lighter gray, threatening dawn. she quickened her pace, her inner eyelids instinctively snapping shut against the very idea of sunlight. Counter to the legends, sunlight wouldn't kill her, nor would it burn her worse than it would any pale-skinned human. The sun was just painfully, impossibly bright to eyes adapted for the night.

Withone set of eyelids closed she could see what humans now were calling infrared - the shape of heat. It was sufficient to avoid fire or to find prey, but not to avoid inanimate obstacles like their tent.

Speaking of which, inside that tent, one of the humans was stirring, meaning they'd probably be out soon to stoke the coals, brightly warm and buried carefully in their own ashes, back into a proper fire. Despite the threat of fire, she smiled at the prospect. It always was more fun to catch humans alone.

decades ago, when names were relevant and her soul siblings still hunted beside her, they had often competed for who could make their target scream the loudest. Describing their screams as "blood curdling" to fellow victims was fortunately only metaphorical - it didn't ruin the taste at all - but those reserved for the second course would always fight more fiercely, after such a fright, and tonight she wasn't in the mood for wrestling. She had a different tactic in mind.

She forced her eyes fully open again, promising herself she would finish quickly, so the sun wouldn't give her a migraine. She edged into the trees, still on silent feet, and watched for the human to emerge, focusing on relaxing her fangs so they wouldn't look alarming.

Finally, a young woman, who only looked a little older than the vampire herself, emerged from the tent, and, as predicted, started using a long stick to uncover the coals, pulling a handful of twigs from her pocket.

Hidden in the trees, the vampire relaxed. It took so much effort and attention to flirt to take the men off guard, but women were easy. At least, they were easy for someone who looked like a woman to disarm. And she still looked every bit like the young woman she had once been.

She laid down briefly, silently matting dirt into her hair and smearing it into her clothing. The dirt would wash out later. Then she stood up. Fangs in. Eyes wide. She stepped on a branch, pressing until it snapped, and her target's head shot up, scanning the trees for movement, but she wasn't moving. She made her way through the woods at a bit of a rush, no longer silent. She was perfectly in control, making only as much noise as a human trying to be silent usually did. (So many had fled from her over the years; she knew exactly how she sounded.)

She spilled out of the woods and into their campsite, breathing audibly though she didn't need to breathe at all.

The young woman met her eyes warily, brandishing the stick she'd been poking the fire with. (Fangs in!) They held each other's stare for a long moment, each assessing the other as a threat (the woman was slowly relaxing her grip on the stick, and although the tip was smoking, it wasn't actually on fire.)

They both broke the silence at the same time.

"Who are you," the woman asked, concern clearly winning out over her initial fright.

Behold my two minute poem, written just before the day 1 deadline because I forgot to check the prompt until just now!

Today’s trick is a piece of writing inspired by the image below:

Earth never used to make

a sound, back where I come

from. Sound was borne from

twitting birds or

whushing wind or 

rubbling water -

but here,

where I met the other side

it reached out a hand,

plucked golden sunlight from the

trees and laid it before 

me, whispering 

change, waiting.

I felt the old world

crumble underfoot,

a bird’s bone breaking 

a thousand cracks between.

I heard earth call out

released the sun

walked onward

on a path of gold.

@fallinlovewithwriting

[Originals Tag List under the cut!]

Prompt: Make a moodboard inspired by the color brown!

So the @fallinlovewithwriting theme for week one is setting! One of the prompts was to make a moodboard inspired by fire! Here’s my contribution!

Autumn bonfires are a big part of the Lost Girls world, as they are a way for the girls to all get together and enjoy each other’s company. They try to make these bonfires a weekly thing, every other week if they’re all busy. This is a tradition that they hope to carry on over the years. 

Fall In Love With Writing Day 6: Treat!

WIP aesthetic: Catharsis, by @abalonetea ! I really love the theme of this story! I love a good vampire story and this ticks all the boxes of things I like! You should check it out :)

A Lost Girls scene that may or may not be used in the novel!

"That pumpkin is so creepy."

Julie looks up at Sloane.

"Which pumpkin?" At the current moment, they're surrounded by a gaggle of pumpkins, some carved, some untouched. The Halloween season is upon them, and as a form of celebrating, the girls are decorating and carving pumpkins.

"That one." Sloane extends her index finger, and Julie cranes her neck, following the action. The pumpkin in question definitely stands out, with misshapen, jagged eyes lit up by tiny, thin candles and a crooked,ugly, sharp mouth which is also lit up by what appears to be a string of blinding fluorescent lights. One could even say the mouth resembles crude stitches.

"Isn't that the point?" Julie asks, tilting her head.

"What, to scare away every kid within a twenty mile radius?" Sloane's mouth quirks. "I thought we were supposed to attract trick-or-treaters, not scar them for life."

"I think Bex did a good job." Julie wipes her pumpkin stained fingers on the old paint stained smock Erica let her borrow. At one point, she was sure it had been a very pretty shade of purple, but time had not been kind to it, and it was now a putrid, sickly shade of purple.

"Oh, Bex carved that one? That explains why it gives me the creeps."

Julie laughed in reply.

"You know she would take that as a compliment."