of Stardust and the Beasts
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Six Sentence Story #21 | Prompt Word: STEAM
Another week has gone by and yet again it is time for a new Six-Sentence Story. This week has been very busy, but I can already say that I did pass math… compared to my first test with 9/40 points, I scored 24/30, and the gap between the two was exactly two months. I have never in my life had a math test go as well as this last one did, and honestly, I am very happy to have even passed the course, especially since I sacrificed programming once again because I never want to see that first math test ever again. Musically, I have been listening to various things as always, but my “On Repeat” section first five songs are currently populated by SKYND and Dir en grey, which is strange because I actually listened to a lot of different artists this week. As always, the blog-hop is hosted by…
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Ten Thing of Thankful #1 | A New Tradition
Since my blog and creative work often lean toward the dark and gloomy, I thought this blog hop might be a lovely chance to show, and also remind myself, that there are still things to be grateful for. So this is my very first entry for the Ten Thing of Thankful (TToT) blog hop which can be found here which I accidentally found while sneakily snooping around on the blogs of the Six-Sentence stories family. Ten Thing of Thankful #1 First – coffee. Gosh, the best beans in the world. No, I mean it seriously; it’s one of the only reasons I come out of bed willingly at all. Which leads to… Second – my bed. My spouse often calls me nicknames such as bedbug or burrito because even when I’m doing…
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Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #8 | The Meeting
Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft. I had an idea when I actually collected the original poems together. They were supposed to tell a whole story all together and I wonder if anyone even noticed haha. I wonder where this original plot even came from now that I read these again. I guess that’s what reading 19th century plays does to you. (Authors Note) The Meeting Dearest mother, Today I did my face, Subtly and garishly My cheeks the colour of peonies And my face pale from fear My eyes swollen from the arsenic I haven’t slept in days Poetry on the Margins #8 A Pretty Kind of Grief What is it about over-romanticizing sleep deprivation and lunacy?Or the Victorians using…
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Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #8 | The Meeting
Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft. I had an idea when I actually collected the original poems together. They were supposed to tell a whole story all together and I wonder if anyone even noticed haha. I wonder where this original plot even came…
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #7 | Lust
Part of my poetry collection Margins of the First Draft — Nr 7 was written when I was 14 I believe, at such age I was so serious already and writing about love and desire as if I was an old woman already. (Authors Note) Lust And maybe We could Share a kiss or two, Let…
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #6 | a Prayer
This piece from Margins of the First Draft makes me think I wrote better poetry in my teens than I write now. (Authors Note) a Prayer Here I lay In the darkness of my room Praying to all the Gods that I know That someday, Somewhere, Someway We can meet each other And…
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #5 | Insanity
This piece of poetry from Margins of the First Draft is one of those poems that makes me feel as if I can’t write anymore, as if I’ve lost some childish part of myself that once had a vivid imagination. I feel like life has dulled me and my writing has become boring….
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #4 | His Eyes
This piece is part of Margins of the First Draft—a collection of very old poems. This was one of the first poems I ever wrote and published. Considering how young I was when I started writing, this one feels especially strange, because at that age, I knew very little…