Vyx Hennessy
@vicissitude-vixen.bsky.social
🌸She/her
☕Aspiring Author: Romance and Romantasy
☕Aspiring Author: Romance and Romantasy
#WritingPractice, 3 min
Burn, Throat, Gem
Ashes rain from blackened skies. An acrid scent claws the throat.
Will the gems and coffers make for a gilded coffin as grand as you hoped?
The reign of the corrupt burns to make the land fertile to the people once more.
Burn, Throat, Gem
Ashes rain from blackened skies. An acrid scent claws the throat.
Will the gems and coffers make for a gilded coffin as grand as you hoped?
The reign of the corrupt burns to make the land fertile to the people once more.
January 25, 2025 at 11:35 PM
#WritingPractice, 3 min
Burn, Throat, Gem
Ashes rain from blackened skies. An acrid scent claws the throat.
Will the gems and coffers make for a gilded coffin as grand as you hoped?
The reign of the corrupt burns to make the land fertile to the people once more.
Burn, Throat, Gem
Ashes rain from blackened skies. An acrid scent claws the throat.
Will the gems and coffers make for a gilded coffin as grand as you hoped?
The reign of the corrupt burns to make the land fertile to the people once more.
#writingpractice, 3min
Hands, Medley, Fold
Fingerprints trail my body, a medley of past lovers dancing their hands over silken flesh.
Do I know the sensation of my own touch? Can I distinguish my own fingertips, or has my sense of self joined the fold of the half-forgotten?
Hands, Medley, Fold
Fingerprints trail my body, a medley of past lovers dancing their hands over silken flesh.
Do I know the sensation of my own touch? Can I distinguish my own fingertips, or has my sense of self joined the fold of the half-forgotten?
January 25, 2025 at 12:56 AM
#writingpractice, 3min
Hands, Medley, Fold
Fingerprints trail my body, a medley of past lovers dancing their hands over silken flesh.
Do I know the sensation of my own touch? Can I distinguish my own fingertips, or has my sense of self joined the fold of the half-forgotten?
Hands, Medley, Fold
Fingerprints trail my body, a medley of past lovers dancing their hands over silken flesh.
Do I know the sensation of my own touch? Can I distinguish my own fingertips, or has my sense of self joined the fold of the half-forgotten?
Daily Practice, 3min
Countess, Mermaid, Ocarina
Her lips wrap delicately around the ivory ocarina. Flesh on bone.
Her life breath passes through mermaid remnants, stirring the air with a discordant melody of whale fall mourning.
A bewitching tune.
The countess smiles.
Countess, Mermaid, Ocarina
Her lips wrap delicately around the ivory ocarina. Flesh on bone.
Her life breath passes through mermaid remnants, stirring the air with a discordant melody of whale fall mourning.
A bewitching tune.
The countess smiles.
January 24, 2025 at 1:59 AM
Daily Practice, 3min
Countess, Mermaid, Ocarina
Her lips wrap delicately around the ivory ocarina. Flesh on bone.
Her life breath passes through mermaid remnants, stirring the air with a discordant melody of whale fall mourning.
A bewitching tune.
The countess smiles.
Countess, Mermaid, Ocarina
Her lips wrap delicately around the ivory ocarina. Flesh on bone.
Her life breath passes through mermaid remnants, stirring the air with a discordant melody of whale fall mourning.
A bewitching tune.
The countess smiles.
There is something undeniably delicious about anguish.
I once curled within the bathroom shower, allowing the heat of the water to soothe my shuddering sobs. It was pain. It was primal. It was pure.
I find myself craving that depth of soul in moments of shallow discomfort.
#Writerslife
I once curled within the bathroom shower, allowing the heat of the water to soothe my shuddering sobs. It was pain. It was primal. It was pure.
I find myself craving that depth of soul in moments of shallow discomfort.
#Writerslife
January 23, 2025 at 3:54 AM
There is something undeniably delicious about anguish.
I once curled within the bathroom shower, allowing the heat of the water to soothe my shuddering sobs. It was pain. It was primal. It was pure.
I find myself craving that depth of soul in moments of shallow discomfort.
#Writerslife
I once curled within the bathroom shower, allowing the heat of the water to soothe my shuddering sobs. It was pain. It was primal. It was pure.
I find myself craving that depth of soul in moments of shallow discomfort.
#Writerslife
Current favorite line that I'm patting myself on the back for:
"The man hates himself too much to demand your respect. Unfortunately for you, I hate everyone else enough to force it out of you." - My Besotted MC
#AmWriting #Writersky #WritingCommunity
"The man hates himself too much to demand your respect. Unfortunately for you, I hate everyone else enough to force it out of you." - My Besotted MC
#AmWriting #Writersky #WritingCommunity
January 22, 2025 at 2:27 AM
Current favorite line that I'm patting myself on the back for:
"The man hates himself too much to demand your respect. Unfortunately for you, I hate everyone else enough to force it out of you." - My Besotted MC
#AmWriting #Writersky #WritingCommunity
"The man hates himself too much to demand your respect. Unfortunately for you, I hate everyone else enough to force it out of you." - My Besotted MC
#AmWriting #Writersky #WritingCommunity