I Updated Ella's Lore And It's 👌💯💯 Chef's Kiss

A story should entertain the writer, too.

Stephen King (via writingdotcoffee)

Me: *is the writer*

Me, after I write a twist: oh shit! I did not see that coming!

Poetry is a book written by poets opened by the wise interpreted by the passionate and closed by the sigh.

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La poesía es un libro escrito por poetas abierto por los sabios interpretado por apasionados y cerrado por el suspiro.

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POC Transman in danger

Please help us move out of our abusive situation.

It did not start this bad, but our land lady is making threats against us, but most namely my partner, Indigo.

I'm white. She treats me with kindness and embraces me.

He's brown. She shuns him and attacks him any chance she gets. For any menial thing.

He is not safe in this house and we cannot stay here. We need to move as soon as possible.

I aim for us to move by the end of the month, but it may get ugly before that happens.

Please help us safely move.

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Current date 2/1/2021

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do i need to say more

I have been thinking of the ways we tell people things. My father's hands shake, but he holds the phone up so I can watch the video from six feet away. My mother emails me the recipe of her beef stroganoff at 6 in the morning with the comment - woke up and didn't want to forget to do this! On the highway, we sing so loudly my voice grows hoarse; on the beach I sneak nice rocks into people's hands so they have something to hold; on the floor we all sit quietly in the same agreeable silence. We are all saying the same thing.

My friends say "Oh you know, keeping busy." This means they are having a hard time but making themselves survive it. I ask them to help me walk me dog; this is me telling them it's okay sometimes to just be present and talk about young adult fiction. When I cancel again because I can't get out of bed, she tells me she's on her way with cookies.

I point out the sunset. She shares her fork before I ask for it. He calls me at 1 AM just because I'm on the road alone, we talk about stupid shit. She waits for me to get indoors safely before driving away. He says - nah, forget it, I'm happy to do it for free.

People are saying it, you know? They say it often and loudly. Sometimes, you know - you just have to be listening.

Rewatching "The Boiler Room Job" and they really did just give Eliot a machete and set him loose in the jungle with an asshole conman ceo huh

excerpt ; the daughter of denmark ; chapter ?

“I am here because you are dying. I am here because of your fate.”

“But you said — before, you said if I die. Now you say it is my fate to die?”

The fylgja laughed. It sounded like the ringing of church bells on an early morning. It filled Hamlet with simultaneous joy and apprehension. She did not know why the creature laughed. She did not know what God would ask of her. She knew nothing.

“It is everyone’s fate to die, child. Even the gods, one day, will curl themselves into a grave. But there is a difference between how one ends and how they got there.” The fylgja extended her palms to either side of her, like the statues of the dead in the tombs of Roskilde. One hand held its sword, the other was palm up, empty. “Your fate is both at once. You will die as all men do, but will it be now?”

[image: “La Forêt en Hiver au Coucher de Soleil”, Théodore Rousseau]