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Home of Katie & Seren, #GrumpySwearyFairy, #TarlaTheBlack, #RandomHorrorBits, others.
Award winning poet. 4x NaNo Winner '20, '21 (x2!), '22.
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| Writing genres: | Horror, Sci-Fi, Thriller, humor (sometimes) |
Well, the bird app appears to be broken tonight...🙄 🙄🙄
No DMs, only sending messages if you schedule them (even a minute in advance works), and tweetdeck is down.
Not great for the creatives at all...😬
However, on the plus side, I may actually go and do some writing instead.🤣
Henry was sitting quite gingerly.
"Do I want to know?" the Queen asked of #GrumpySwearyFairy, who smirked.
"Well, I was teaching him chemistry and how the noble gases are non-reactive. The &*^!ing idiot said 'here's a Noble #gas!' and tried to light one of his farts..."
#vss365
"Why," asked the Queen, #grim-ly, "is our visitor #balancing like that? Has he got #gas?"
"Well," grinned #GrumpySwearyFairy. "He tried to promise your daughter an #eternity in an #instant, so she kicked him in the &*!$ing knackers."
#vss365 #2WordPrompt #vssmagic #scifansat
"I had a #theory that sitting #cornfield wailing like a #banshee would clear my #conscience."
"Did it work?"
"No. Instead, I hurt my throat, got arrested, and am now in court for a Public Order offence as well as those other things, Yeronner."
"Listen, you #lovely little #freak, #history is full of lies, half-truths, #taradiddle-s... written by the victors and all that."
"Can't write," the barbarian grunted. He swung his sword and the court scribe fell to the floor.
"But, I can win."
"Maybe, just maybe, we can #borrow a little #hope for the future, #manifest good things, and begin anew."
"Shut up and have another cookie," said #GrumpySwearyFairy. "It's nowhere near midnight an' I'm not drunk enough yet for your mystical bull&^!*."
In my mind's eye,
I sit at the #ocean edge,
the gray waves crashing before me,
my drowning melancholia not enough,
to hold them back.
Overhead, the gulls shriek,
hungry, impatient.
I could walk, just walk.
No one would miss me,
and the birds would cry hungry no more.
(Originally posted on July 13th 2020 on the bird app)