"I know we haven't always seen eye to eye-" "We never have." Julianne was an indignant mess of wild blond hair, broad shoulders, and armor coated in blood stains. She brought a hand over to her sheath, drawing a sword. "And we never will. Any last words, Prince?" "Let's start over?" #TCPrompts

#fleeting scenes play in my mind, actors without faces portraying stories without reason or rhyme. Each entrances me, enchants me, a spinning zoetrope of decisions never made with people never seen led by thoughts I cannot gleam. Start-end, again; delightful and mystifying. Their meaning? #vss365

Waiting at the station for the train to heaven. Paradise unbound, one stop away. An amazing advancement that would bring peace, bliss, to those at Death's door. The station platform grew crowded, and a horn coming from down the tracks alerted all. Imagine our surprise when a sailboat arrived.

#jail my heart, dear love Gilded cage with bars around Please hold it gently #haikufeels

#soulmate: a missed connection. #7SyllableSentence

Do not mistake youth for #luck. #7syllablesentence

I should #guard my heart Too often it gets sundered Now it's raw and bare #haikufeels

"How long will you let yourself be #haunted by her memory?" Forever, if I can. Her face I only loosely recall, her voice is gone to me. The sound of her laugh, the curve of her smile, the heaviness of her disappointment - what I would give to feel them once more. #MothersDay mourning. #vss365

Perhaps she is still out there, somewhere; living, singing, dancing, thriving... ... Waiting for me to find her. But that place is so #distant from me. My last memory of her touch was her cold, calloused on my cheek. Bubbling nostalgia is the smell of cigarettes on a brisk wind. #2WordPrompt

To all the children whose #mothers are long gone; To all the adults who look at their phones longingly with no #mother to call; To the mothers who mother without their own mother's embrace a call away - You are seen. You are not alone. I am here celebrating parenthood, missing her. I am here.

A #promise he couldn't keep. He wanted to, so badly. But he was The Demon Captain; at some point, he stopped being himself and started being Captain Nukaiat. He sacrificed his right eye for untapped knowledge, access to power and magic. Now she asked him for what he could not give. #vss365

The #train cannot bring my love to your open arms... Missing you, always. #haikufeels

For the first time, Captain Nukaiat realized he was #alone. The demon he summoned into his eye, the crew upon The Descent, all of them... meant #nothing. Something far greater, far more beautiful than the existence he led: Ourillia. She deserved everything. And he'd give it to her. #2WordPrompt

#Queen Lai-Zemforau presided over the grand #hall called the throne room, awaiting news from above. Her husbands just managed to maintain their nobility by keeping wakeful weathered eyes on the massive doors. All consorts; not a king amongst the men. One day, perhaps... #2WordPrompt #DreamsOfPelagy

Lai-Kuuvalu was #wary of the man at best, despite being deeply in love with him. The muse of her heartsong, it was impossible to ignore Feodor or his presence. He wasn't some great beauty, or master composer; he certainly couldn't rule. But ruling was for Queens, not men. #whistpr #DreamsOfPelagy

Authors, I won’t beetle around the bush: Today is the last day to send your manuscripts of Science Fiction, Fantasy, and More for July’s #SciFanSat issue! Get them to scifansat.com/landing.html before submissions close at 11:59 PM EST! #SFF #AmWritingScifi #AmWritingFantasy #WritingPrompts

Iris knows first hand (all across her arcs) that time does not heal all wounds; it's real, sincere actions to make amends that help heal wounds... but many things are unforgivable. Iris is a character in the same universe as the novel I wrote (and am rewriting) Dreams of Pelagy.

#Assist, love your child - That's what a parent should do From birth and onward #haikufeels

Her presence could #rob darkness from shadows, bidding demons real and not alike to #wait forever for her passing. Her smile lit up any room - her gentle warmth, like a dancing hearth flame on a winter's night. Contagious ebullience emanated from her. This and more made her a Saintess. #2WordPrompt

A #mellow, lilting lullaby drifted through the halls of the palace, carried by the undercurrent. The soft cantata sunk a hook deep into Feodor's heart, drawing him closer to the Princess's room. Her multitudinous, melodic voice captivated all with song. He yearned to join her and his son. #vss365

Stranger Things Season 5?! Yo, let those kids live their lives! #StrangerThings #StrangerThings5

Read a red read - blood soaked book. #7syllablesentence

The love of a #God is a fickle thing; rarely does one #accept you as you are. They inflict Their idea of perfection upon you. Be loyal, don't be loyal; avoid certain foods. Cheat, lie, steal - don't. It all comes down to Who you worship and what They consider being your best self. #2WordPrompt

Convinced she was alone, she hummed. Hands and earmuffs silenced the world, leaving her with just herself, alone. Before she knew it, the soft humming had graduated to vocables, and finally, improvised song. Eyes closed, she sang, unwitting, to a crowd, melancholy unleashed. #SenseWrds Prompt 95

She of one #land, he of another. "They couldn't be more #different." They shared in love of life and love of one another. Despite the odds, they grew together in earth made fertile by gentle patience. A single, colorful bloom revealed a cherished child... that they weren't ready for. #2WordPrompt

Oh yeah. Liam was thrilled, alright. Posters of boy bands from other countries lined the once-empty room's walls like a crime scene investigation, complete with red string hanging more pictures from it. He was pretty sure there was a clay effigy of one of the men. She had to go. #366StorySeeds

With #careless abandon, the young tourist searched the skeleton of a massive sailing boat revealed by low tide. The cry of gulls reminded her of the bird that dropped her wallet with mom's picture into the ship's gaping hole. She spotted it. The water drew closer; the sea roared louder. She ran.

#Idolatry most profound; a man, a woman, neither, both - a hero. A statue wreathed in flowers each season, celebrating a life nobody could remember. A martyr, a saint, a lost soul... Remembered, forgotten, beloved all the same. They gave their life, but the weathered stone reveals not why. #vss365

I'd love to hear someone say that my stories made them feel deeply. That's kind of my schtick! I aim to evoke emotions rather than being busy painting pretty pictures via purple prose.

I left her #outside in the snow, the rain, the hail, the dry, the sun, the heat. Day in, day out, naught more than taut rope keeping her at bay. That rope grew slack. Days turned to weeks, weeks to seasons. One day I let her in; she loved me anyway. I #regret what I did. I'm so sorry. #2WordPrompt

Anunciacion "Annie" Rafaga (½ Spaniard Witchhunter & ½ Tree Elf) and Tachibana Tenki (½ Kitsune, ¼ German-American Witchhunter, & ¼ Japanese Human). Annie is from a very Catholic upbringing (her mom) and was closeted til she met Tenki. Tenki's religious upbringing is mostly Inari-faith; accepting.

Only on Earth or..? In my yet-unwritten-but-planned novel (same universe as Dreams of Pelagy), there's a deity tied to the Universe's existence nearly died, and their child (tied to a Universal Force) did briefly die due to their parent-deity on accident; the Universe almost winked out of existence.

Steel clashed. Boots slipped in dirt-made-mud, courtesy of rain and blood-fall. The clanging of metal striking metal rang out. A gasp, a gurgle. A victor? No; more blood for the earth. A battle over a yet-unnamed hill... who benefitted over a pointless #skirmish? Not the uncountable dead. #vss365

In the Atlantic, down past where fish could dream of the sky, a metropolis thrived. Hauntingly beautiful merfolk called it home, gathered by family groups called pods. But for all its beauty, terrible conflict lie within. Disparity, social strife... for no good cause. #dreamsofpelagy #vssfantasy

I wrote Dreams of Pelagy, it's on Amazon. It has space mermaids living in our oceans. Did she read my book and take it as fact or something?

#Infinity in her eyes; depths which could neither be explored nor illuminated. Her nose crinkled when her lips lifted, cheeks pushing up as she kept her laughter greedily all to herself. Gnarled hands pulled back silver locks. With wisdom, age, and with unknowable greatness, a name: Sage. #vss365

Am I #guilty? His heart was never really mine, so when he said I broke it... I don't know. I loved him so intensely; I gave him my all. I let him walk all over me, embrace me and tell me sweet lies, make empty promises. His indifference shattered my self. So, I left... Is that my fault? #vss365

Hark, o cosmic #lullaby! Solar winds carry stardust and the words of creation. Primordial feeling so great, so complex, so basic, so simple cradles the soul and bares it to the universe all at once. The quiet between the stars, a hammock for weariest travelers to rest. Tomorrow, for sure... #vss365

Character-first. My experiences are that when I start with a plot, the characters aren't very deep. When I start with characters, the plot can shape itself around them and through them. That's why so many of the writing prompts I respond to are character-forward. #pretendpanel

His #cerulean gaze, cool yet somehow warm, offered reprieve from the weary day. Long black tresses tied in a fishtail braid, with a hempen-rope bow, rested against his back. Loose locks lingered, hugging the high cheekbones set in a rounded face. A shy smile, and he dove beneath the waves. #vss365

Death is natural. It wasn't handled appropriately by my family when I was a child, so I now seek to always represent it in any stories of mine where it surfaces. Violence is unfortunate but I try not to write stories that actively show it, but rather refer to it. #pretendpanel

A #myopic disease - couldn't see the forest, just the trees. The existentialism of the one loses the transcendent verisimilitude, equal parts awful and awe-full, nearly in its entirety. Brief glimpses into untouchable grandiosity provide a overview of the soul... just as quick, misplaced. #vss365

Presumption; disarray; sublime chaos. The new, gone, in favor of misunderstood and callous tradition. They called themselves the Old World Order. No mind was paid. Best to pay attention now. #30WordThursday #WritingPromlt

Your words #add meaning to life. #7syllablesentence

Little clouds of stardust kicked up following every footfall Lotte made in Point Hope. She knew not to venture too far into town; once bustling streets were now devoid of light, of life. A nightmare-bearing steely-gray cloud wailed thunderously, heralding its approach. #366StorySeeds #writingprompt

Anya was #obstreperous in every sense of the word; a loud and multitudinous cacophony, a choir of misery and mayhem unto herself. Though only four, she had unlocked the secret of bringing even the most disciplined adults to bend, begging for reprieve. And then she'd smirk, for she had won. #vss365

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Corazón roto Latiendo muy, muy fuerte Me duele mucho #haiku

Armed, at the ready; his weapon of choice: red tulips. He had watched Adam from afar, but today was different. He planned to ask him out. He knew Adam's usual route, so he went to the park to prepare. Except SHE was with him AGAIN. If he was earlier, would it have been him side-by-side? #vsspic

Mem'ries not mine light my path. #7syllablesentence #guide