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DarkAutumnWrites
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Spare/alt account for my literary musings and gaming adventures. Forever lost in the pages of books and the worlds of games. I'm exploring the art of storytelling, one pixel and paragraph at a time! #WritingInProgress #Bookworm #Gamer #Nintendo
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One of my favourite quotes!
A dark background with a quote from Mary Shelley's Frankenstein, and a logo of the Bushwick Book Club. "I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other".
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I want to be the very best but I am very tired xox
December 5, 2025 at 5:35 PM
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ginger tom —
his name known
only to him
#haiku #poetry #caturday
December 6, 2025 at 4:37 PM
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Today's #QuickWrite 🗡️

#CreativeWriting #ShortProse #WriterSky #BlackSmith #MetalWorking
#AStoryADayKeepsTheBoredomAway
A white background with black text reading: The quenching steam hissed and spat as the twice heated metal was plunged into a dousing bucket. The sharp crescendo of hammer on iron was a sound relentless; yet welcoming. It was the true heartbeat of the Forge.” The Smith pulled the now rapidly cooling steel from the bucket. A momentary hush fell inside the shop, broken only by the rhythmic puff of the bellows, drawing air into the furnace pit. The bucket water, dark and slick with scale and carbon, continued to bubble softly, releasing the last of the captured heat. She ignored the smoke and the dry heat that radiated off the flame pit like a living thing, a captured dragonet. Her eyes, permanently narrowed against the glare of the white-hot iron, focused on the delicate workpiece. A blade, a long, elegant dagger. Its edges clean, and its lines, true. It felt solid and keenly obedient in her tongs, with all the promise of sharp perfection. A knife like this was not meant for cutting bread.This was a tool meant for extraction, whether of information or life, was a choice left entirely to the client.
December 6, 2025 at 12:22 AM
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so hard being softly spoken in this world of foghorn air raid siren loudspeaker dying seagull donkey hee-haw unbearable cacophony voices
December 2, 2025 at 6:34 PM
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Me, then: I shall take a quick nap and be refreshed to fight on for the rest of the day!

Me, now, lurching around like a beheaded zombie’s corpse: GOT STUCK IN BLANKETS WHAT YEAR IS THIS AM I IN NARNIA AGAIN?
December 4, 2025 at 8:10 PM
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I am an academic editor in my other life when I’m not teaching writing workshops, so this makes me laugh. (And also to remind authors that a professional editor is worth it.)
Painting of woman in medieval dress looking sad with an open book on her lap, while a kneeling man holds her hand. Caption reads: ‘An Author Mourns their Typo’
December 4, 2025 at 8:38 PM
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A little longer #QuickWrite today, I wanted to see where it went!

#SpectralMoon #Siren #Mermaids #Folklore #CreativeWriting #WriterSky #SeaStories #StoryADayKeepBoredomAway
Image 1 White background with black text Reading: 04/12/25 The ship lurched and fell through the dark seas’ swell, a pale moon illuminated the deck and foredeck in an ethereal light. He wouldn't be surprised if ghosts arose, and walked… or swam… this night. Sighing, and gripping the salt stained guard rail, as the ship peaked through another trough, he stood, his thumb rubbing absently a smooth knot in the wood as he looked out. He watched, as his breath began to mist, and he faintly heard… a song? “... And, when the Spectral Moon comes a’calling, a'calling...’’ Through the briny darkness came a strong, yet haunting, melody. “... My wayward thoughts, they turn only to you…” Not a gruff sailors tenor, this was like honey on wine. He turned once to look about the deck, but he was the only one to draw the watch tonight, while his men were snoring in their hammocks. The melody grew in tempo, abandoning the slow pace for a quicker, more seductive rhythm. “... So, lay down your anchor, lay down your dread...” “... And sink your warm thoughts inside my cold bed...” Image 2 White background with black text reading: Every note was an answer to a question he hadn't ever known he was asking. The coldness of the deck, the loneliness of his watch, the endless labor against the unforgiving ocean - all felt suddenly unbearable. He didn't just want the promised cold rest; he felt he deserved it. His life had been nothing but salt, wood, and hardship. Why should he fight for another dawn? Somewhere far away, in the back of his mind, he knew what sang, and what its cruel design entailed. It wanted the ship to capsize, and it wanted him. His hand instinctively loosened its grip on the salt-stained rail. The misting of his breath seemed to grow heavier, catching the ephemeral moonlight and forming a shimmering veil between him and the rest of the world. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, letting the song fill his lungs instead of the night sea air. “... Come, to the current, where silence is gold...” “... And let our deep water, the weary one, hold.” His free hand was already lifting up and out toward a sheet rope, ready to pull up and swing his leg over the side. The voice was both everywhere and nowhere. Its source, impossible to pinpoint, and yet he knew if he opened his eyes, he would see it: a flash of iridescent scales, and an impossible shadow in the lunar light. Image 3 White background with black text reading: But then, his thumb, still absently rubbing that smooth knot in the guard rail, found a splinter, with a sharp, sudden intrusion of pain. It was minor, meaningless, yet the unexpected physical sensation was like a spark of fire burning through the smooth current of the song. The pain anchored him, momentarily overriding the honeyed promise floating in his ears. He gasped, a sound lost beneath the swell. Duty. The word was sharp and bitter, utterly lacking the siren's simple sweetness, but it was solid. If he went overboard, the ship would continue without a watch, rudderless, risking his sleeping men. With a grunt that was more strain than effort, he slammed his hand back down onto the rail, gripping the splintered wood until the unholy pull of temptation in his chest was replaced by the throbbing pain in his hand. "Not tonight," he whispered, his voice rough and unused. "Not this watch." He didn't quite trust his feet to move him away. Instead, he dragged his gaze away from the sea and focused on the foremast, to a solid, man-made structure piercing the spectral sky. He needed noise, real noise, the noise of work, and danger. Image 4 White background with black text reading: He staggered back to the binnacle, fumbling for the lanyard of the great ship's bell, and pulled it, hard. The harsh clang shattered the hypnotic melody, painfully loud in the sudden silence. The bell rang out twice more, a waking alarm for a call to deck. The song stopped instantly, replaced by the frantic, muffled sounds of confused and groggy sailors scrambling from their hammocks below. He leaned against the rail, heaving and shaking, as he waited for the righteous anger of the newly-woken crew.
December 4, 2025 at 8:40 PM
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Another day, another #QuickWrite

#WriteADay #CreativeWriting #WriterSky #Gladiatorial #Spectacle

⚔️ 🛡️ 🎭
A piece of text, white on a black background reads: "03/12/25 They both stood, bloody, radiant. The crowd roared, as the sun beat down on the unfortunates, scattered amongst the arena. Only three remained, and they stood, trembling, in painted wooden armour. A cheap, pale mockery of the full steel splendour that adorned them both. The three had lost their weapons in the chaos, too. Although, not that wooden training daggers, mere props, would've done much against them and their forged plate, not really. And their five comrades were of little further help. The coarse, baked sand had already gorged itself on them, drinking their spilled life with a greedy efficiency. All in all, they would dominate this spectacle, but… he huffed in contempt. A challenge would've been nice.
December 4, 2025 at 12:52 AM
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Thrilled to announce GRAVE REGRETS - a psychological horror & mystery visual novel. 🪦👁️

Play as a haunted detective. Gather evidence, navigate fragile relationships, and hold onto your sanity. Every choice matters. Will you do the right thing?

store.steampowered.com/app/3161540/

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December 3, 2025 at 2:23 PM
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#BookQuotes #Advice #TheOdssey #Homer #ClassicalLit #BookSky
💙 📚
A black background with a pair of large yellow quote marks at the top, white text that reads "Words empty as the wind are best left unsaid". By Homer. By gracious quotes.com
December 3, 2025 at 6:58 PM
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My first #QuickWrite

#ShortProse #CreativeWriting #WriterSky #WriteADay
A piece of text, white on a black background reading: "Voices called, and yet here she was. Hidden, still holding on, in the dark undergrowth. But the plants had taken over here, too, since the system had begun to fail. The ominous dark smoke curling up from Server Tower 4 had certainly increased, as of late. No longer just during the afternoon pull of demand, as it had done when Wraith was younger. But, the flowers seemed happier, at least. "Thank goodness for small mercies" she sighed, making herself comfortable.
December 3, 2025 at 1:25 PM
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📈 🔄 🌪️
#Durarara #AntiHeroe #DRRR #AnimeQuote #MakeAChoice
A picture of an anime boy, Orihara Izaya from Durarara, And a quote written to the left of him reading "If you truly want to continue escaping from everyday life, you've no choice but to keep evolving. No matter whether you're aiming higher or lower" from manga-anime-quotes.tumblr.com
December 2, 2025 at 12:40 AM
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A collector of things quite #antique,
Found a clock with a curious squeak.
When he wound the old key,
It sang merrily,
Not a loud 'cuckoo!' but 'Peep!'

#Limerick #WriterSky #CreativeWriting
a cuckoo clock with roman numerals and a bird flying around it
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November 30, 2025 at 11:21 PM
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Choose 20 anime quotes that have stayed with you or influenced you. One quote per day for 20 days, in no particular order. No explanations, no reviews, just quotes #mangasky #animesky #animequote #quotesky

Day 8
February 28, 2025 at 2:11 AM
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Five games to get to know me!

1) The OG #RollercoasterTycoon
2) #Pokémon ( predominantly Yellow, Snap, Colosseum, Violet and Go)
3) #MarioKart
4) #SuperMario64
5) #Stray
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November 30, 2025 at 8:32 PM
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To make a great character in your novel and writing, you have to give them a purpose, a motivation, a fear, and a flaw. - Wrtr #AmWriting #Writing #Writer #Author #BookSky #AuthorSky
Give Yourself Time. - Wrtr ~ Background illustration shows the stages of growth.
November 28, 2025 at 5:31 AM
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Time to spend all day watching movies!

Alien (1979)

An absolute classic, one of my favorites. Scifi Horror at its best.
HR Giger's design is awe inspiring, Weaver is powerful force. Wonder and terror awaits.

We're watching all of them today though. Join me, won't you? Who else is a fan?
November 29, 2025 at 4:28 PM
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That's the real joy of progress! Never fear the starting line 💪

#GrowthMindset
#Perseverance #LearningJourney #AnimeQuote
#RudeusGreyrat #MushokuTensei
The image shows a young character, Rudeus Greyrat (from the anime Mushoku Tensei), smiling brightly against a sky background from animemotivation.com "Three worse I am at something, the better I feel when I work at it and learn how to do it." - Rudeus Greyrat
November 30, 2025 at 12:46 PM
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#WritingCommunity #Author #AmWriting
January 16, 2025 at 8:52 PM
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A 'droid with a soul full of #doubt,
Found its logic core had sputtered right out.
When its signal was lost,
Paid a terrible cost,
And purpose was utterly burnt out.

#CreativeWriting #Limerick #WriterSky
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November 29, 2025 at 9:00 PM
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⚔️ 🪽 💚
#AttackOnTitan #ErwinQuotes #ShinzõWoSasageyo #WingsOfFreedom #SurveyCorps
A plan paper background with the close up of Erwin Smith from the Attack on Titan manga series. A text quote above him reads "If you begin to regret, you'll still your future decisions and left others make your choices for you" - Erwin Smith https://www.instagram.com/p/C9Opeo-Idw0/
November 29, 2025 at 3:04 PM
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As I've been watching some of my favorite movies from the 80/90s with @geminigeek.bsky.social, soooo much makes sense now about my personality and things I'm into.

Legend
Labyrinth
Dark Crystal
Death Becomes Her
Clue

Oh yeah, I'm "unique"
November 25, 2025 at 1:44 AM
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November 20, 1959: Twilight Zone's "Time Enough at Last" debuts. Burgess Meredith, a pair of thick glasses, a nuclear bomb ... and piles upon piles of books. Need I say more?

"It's the one that haunts people," Meredith later said: thenightgallery.wordpress.com/2014/11/20/t... I'll say!
November 20, 2025 at 4:02 PM
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Smile Has One of the BEST Monster Designs in Horror
youtu.be/6iYhJ8m9M1U?...

#youtube #youtubechannel #horror #horrormovies #horrormovie #monster #design #scary #movies #movie #moviereview
Smile Has One of the BEST Monster Designs in Horror
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November 17, 2025 at 7:22 PM
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If you are not too long,
I will wait here for you all my life.
-Oscar Wilde

Have the best day you can warriors.🖤

#Photography #Nature #Cats #Bluesky #Quotes
A black cat sits under a bower of a tree,eaves of autumnal shades fill the path.
November 26, 2025 at 6:11 AM