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Writer’s Block
In one sentence is the spark of a story. Ignite.
Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a metaphor, a commentary, or a memory about this sentence. Write something about this sentence.
Be sure to tag writeworld in your block!
Writing is, in some ways, a way to put on a different skin and explore someone you won’t get a chance to be. A lot of that can be fun - writing someone prettier than you, someone with that hair color you always wanted, someone who wears the clothes you’d never be able to afford. And, often,…
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Myths & urban legends masterpost
I really love hearing about ghost stories, folklore and the like, and i’m sure there people out there who can relate, so I decided to throw together a masterpost. this collection is the result of a half hour worth of googling around. I apologize if there are any broken links - if you catch one, please fix it. additionally, if you know any good links that aren’t listed here, feel free to add them!
browse carefully - some of these are pretty creepy. lots of violence and swearing scattered around, etc.
Wikipedia:
- List of ghosts
- List of common misconceptions
- List of backmasked messages
- Category:Folklore by region
- Category:Folklore by nationality
- Category:Fairy tales by country
- Category:Urban Legends
- Category:Cryptids
- Category:Reportedly haunted locations
- Category:Curses
- Category:Folklore
- Category:Films based on urban legends
Snopes: (warning: some popups! snopes is sometimes an unreliable source, so i suggest taking its articles with a grain of salt, but theyre still a pretty good read.)
Misc:
- 136 creepy wikipedia articles (not all urban legends, but still a really excellent masterpost!)
- American Folklore (haven’t delved too deep into this website but it has a lot of content - check the links across the top in the red bar)
- Creepypasta Index - Highest Rated (again, haven’t read all of these but there are some classics on here I recognize)
- All-Lies (has some irritating ads, but there’s a lot of stuff on here. take note of the sweet ’90s flames on the bottom of the page)
- DisneyLies - (sister site to the previous link. i’m not sure why there are so many creepy myths surrounding disney, but these are pretty good. also has some pretty rad flames)
(Source: ohnogangsters, via doppelbangers)
Water & ice
a liquified science
experiment.
We are but the particles
of our past,
not at all in sync,
and not at all made to last
beyond our last kind gesture
last dream,
last thought,
last conquest.
And those conquests
fall between
the cracks that we refuse
to fill,
like troubled…
(via tv-taughtmehowto-feel)
When they write about
the women who
walked away with grace,
leaving
broken hearts in their paths,
I picture
black dresses
and shattered champagne flutes,
and maybe an
evil smirk or two.But I wonder if
they’re just as average
as the rest of the world,
I wonder if
someone has ever,
will ever,
write about me
in that way.
Clumsy, klutzy,
spastic me.
The words of a poet
will provide
the magic,
mystery, and
allure.A beautiful woman
will always be trapped
in
the eyes of her beholder.
But maybe I
wouldn’t mind
being
held.
Love me.
Such is my condition:
A robin in deep winter,
Searching for a hole
In your bark,
For an embrace
Among your branches
A place of warmth where
My crimson breast can lingerLove, me.
The last line of the letter
I wrote to you: a farewell
Left on your desk with a
Crescent coffee stain on it
Where I put the cup
To hold the note still
Like I failed to hold youThose words lie in your bark
How one little thing changed everything -
At least the words are left unchanged.
I know a girl with dark hazel eyes
a fierce warrior woman to some
clad in flimsy fragile armour
armed with a pen of kindness
she bends like a willow
under the weight of life
and like a slender willow
she bends back upright
an unassuming kindly spirit
strong for others and herselfI know a girl with dark hazel eyes
These pages turn and I keep asking myself
When will these pages be filled
With words I can’t understand
And pictures plucked from dreams
Am I the author or just the reader
With no right to power to dictate circumstance
A helpless bystander painfully patient
Whilst my heart’s in the hands…