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    Fighting off my captain and lover, I felt the ship beneath my feet gain speed, as if something were pulling it rather than it being pushed by the sea breeze, as if we were no longer wind powered but somehow powered by coal and steam, like a locomotive. Even more, we were being pulled toward the rocks.

Keeping one eye on Abigail, who had also noticed the change in the ship’s movement and was now looking in the same direction, I turned to the ship’s helmsman. His name was James, and he was putting every ounce of his bulky frame into pulling the wheel away from the rocks, but it was useless. We were no longer being driven by wind or rudders.
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#anthology #faerie #faery #darkfae #shortstories #emergingauthors #indieauthors #indiepublishing #smallpress #writersofinstagram #authorsofinstagram #writingcommunity #amwriting #amwritingfantasy #pirate #mermaid #dgabriellejensen

    Fighting off my captain and lover, I felt the ship beneath my feet gain speed, as if something were pulling it rather than it being pushed by the sea breeze, as if we were no longer wind powered but somehow powered by coal and steam, like a locomotive. Even more, we were being pulled toward the rocks.

    Keeping one eye on Abigail, who had also noticed the change in the ship’s movement and was now looking in the same direction, I turned to the ship’s helmsman. His name was James, and he was putting every ounce of his bulky frame into pulling the wheel away from the rocks, but it was useless. We were no longer being driven by wind or rudders.

    What is pulling La Bounty Melange toward the rocks? Find out in Heed the Harbinger, my new pirate story in the Under the Mists anthology from @faecorpspublishing Preorder from http://books2read.com/underthemists Drop a comment with the service you ordered from (Kindle, Nook, etc) and help us reach our goal of 500 preorders.

    #anthology #faerie #faery #darkfae #shortstories #emergingauthors #indieauthors #indiepublishing #smallpress #writersofinstagram #authorsofinstagram #writingcommunity #amwriting #amwritingfantasy #pirate #mermaid #dgabriellejensen

    0 0 4 minutes ago
    Okay this maybe a little dramatic but y’all get my point 😂. Cramps SUCK, but Writer’s Block equally SUCK! It’s like a mental beat down that’s hard to get past. We’ve all been there and we’ve all had to overcome it, so how do you do that?
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Me personally:
• takes some time to outline the main events I want to happen.
• listen to music • read • take a day or two off
• talk it out with someone.
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What helps you with writer’s block?

    Okay this maybe a little dramatic but y’all get my point 😂. Cramps SUCK, but Writer’s Block equally SUCK! It’s like a mental beat down that’s hard to get past. We’ve all been there and we’ve all had to overcome it, so how do you do that?
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    .
    Me personally:
    • takes some time to outline the main events I want to happen.
    • listen to music • read • take a day or two off
    • talk it out with someone.
    .
    .
    What helps you with writer’s block?

    3 1 4 minutes ago
    BLUEBERRY MARMALADE 07.15.2019

I am sinking into this evening's freefall
Through a blueberry marmalade dusk
Crumpled winds and charcoal sparked skies
Blossom in their undressing from daylight's husk
On the long way down, fingers find a way
To float in gracious air's eager sleep
Within each stars' travels, I see the connections
Staring into the midnight dark and steep
The mind's eye swirling in watercolors
As the planets spin backwards in optic illusions
Internal thoughts dwell and step forward
Forcing clarity into the homes of all delusions
Ones we'd once held so safe and close to us
While they ate us alive, bite after bite
But we attempt to RISE
Loti splaying petals to the sun to drink in warmth
Fill new seeds with the hope of cozy future skin
Though I have felt the beginning frosts
Of impending Winter's kiss and nature's hibernation
Cyclical and circadian we lower back into earth
Below the mud, at sundown's maturation
Stepping lightly around truth to follow distractions
Grounding into the ease of certain death
Unready for the fight and newness of rebirth
Our tired bodies rebel and succumb to another quiet rest
•iAikoG

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#blueberrymarmalade #rest #poetrycommunity #spilledink #poetryisnotdead #heart #nomudnolotus #blue #writetoheal #romani #japanese #womenwhowrite #ptsd #anxiety #poetofinstagram #fuckitjustwrite #writingcommunity #bipolar #literotic #wordgasm #writerofinstagram #wordporn #moonofhissky #mysunandstars #mateofmysoul #alwaysandinallways #honey

    BLUEBERRY MARMALADE 07.15.2019

    I am sinking into this evening's freefall
    Through a blueberry marmalade dusk
    Crumpled winds and charcoal sparked skies
    Blossom in their undressing from daylight's husk
    On the long way down, fingers find a way
    To float in gracious air's eager sleep
    Within each stars' travels, I see the connections
    Staring into the midnight dark and steep
    The mind's eye swirling in watercolors
    As the planets spin backwards in optic illusions
    Internal thoughts dwell and step forward
    Forcing clarity into the homes of all delusions
    Ones we'd once held so safe and close to us
    While they ate us alive, bite after bite
    But we attempt to RISE
    Loti splaying petals to the sun to drink in warmth
    Fill new seeds with the hope of cozy future skin
    Though I have felt the beginning frosts
    Of impending Winter's kiss and nature's hibernation
    Cyclical and circadian we lower back into earth
    Below the mud, at sundown's maturation
    Stepping lightly around truth to follow distractions
    Grounding into the ease of certain death
    Unready for the fight and newness of rebirth
    Our tired bodies rebel and succumb to another quiet rest
    •iAikoG

    Image found on Google. No copyright violations intended. If it is yours, please, let me know, so I can credit.

    #blueberrymarmalade #rest #poetrycommunity #spilledink #poetryisnotdead #heart #nomudnolotus #blue #writetoheal #romani #japanese #womenwhowrite #ptsd #anxiety #poetofinstagram #fuckitjustwrite #writingcommunity #bipolar #literotic #wordgasm #writerofinstagram #wordporn #moonofhissky #mysunandstars #mateofmysoul #alwaysandinallways #honey

    2 0 5 minutes ago
    PULSE 07.14.2019

He slides smoothly into my thoughts. Stroking my neurons awake. Activiting my flesh to rise in secret braille that only his touch understands. And he reads my desire in the dark. Allowing the moonlight to illuminate his path to the pleasure he has sought. He falls into the deep soil rich hue of chestnut eyes. There, the seeds he planted with dexterous fingers have taken root. They swoon in the day blue reflection of his gaze. His body shudders, feeling the grip of pneumatic thighs around his waist.
His need grows strong and steadfast. A hardwood forest rising to the ready. His senses flooding with the lush humidity of pink hot house flowers and velveteen petals drunk with honey poured dew. The gentle spread of a lotus opening anew.
I am his. His rhythmic pulse synching to my flowing waves. My subtle undulation against his shifting earth. He moves deeper catching every gasp and sigh on his hungry tongue. He can taste us on the berry glazed air. Faint buzzing envelopes his quiet mind. Lost, he finds himself in the motion of my hips. Succumbing willingly to the rosy shine that blushes on kissable lips. He sinks beneath the woodland garden of wild flowers and plush clouds. Dreaming aloud, he savors this want.
Dripping hexagons overflowing with amber gold. Tempts him to suck sugary sustenance with a yearning mouth. With a firm flick, he licks stiff peaks of maple sugar, that melts down his throat. Arousing a stirring just south of his unsated belly. Creamy skin deliciously yielding to his grasp and weight. Rippling onyx strands sprawled over candy floss verdure. These sensuous sights fade blue into his cerebral keepsakes. Perhaps, his sieve like mind will rescue some, so he may view them from time to time. When his desires rise and this apparition is all that is left behind.
•iAikoG

#pulse #desires #want #poetrycommunity #spilledink #poetryisnotdead #heart #nomudnolotus #blue #writetoheal #romani #japanese #womenwhowrite #ptsd #anxiety #poetofinstagram #fuckitjustwrite #writingcommunity #bipolar #literotic #wordgasm #writerofinstagram #wordporn #moonofhissky #mysunandstars #mateofmysoul #alwaysandinallways #honey

    PULSE 07.14.2019

    He slides smoothly into my thoughts. Stroking my neurons awake. Activiting my flesh to rise in secret braille that only his touch understands. And he reads my desire in the dark. Allowing the moonlight to illuminate his path to the pleasure he has sought. He falls into the deep soil rich hue of chestnut eyes. There, the seeds he planted with dexterous fingers have taken root. They swoon in the day blue reflection of his gaze. His body shudders, feeling the grip of pneumatic thighs around his waist.
    His need grows strong and steadfast. A hardwood forest rising to the ready. His senses flooding with the lush humidity of pink hot house flowers and velveteen petals drunk with honey poured dew. The gentle spread of a lotus opening anew.
    I am his. His rhythmic pulse synching to my flowing waves. My subtle undulation against his shifting earth. He moves deeper catching every gasp and sigh on his hungry tongue. He can taste us on the berry glazed air. Faint buzzing envelopes his quiet mind. Lost, he finds himself in the motion of my hips. Succumbing willingly to the rosy shine that blushes on kissable lips. He sinks beneath the woodland garden of wild flowers and plush clouds. Dreaming aloud, he savors this want.
    Dripping hexagons overflowing with amber gold. Tempts him to suck sugary sustenance with a yearning mouth. With a firm flick, he licks stiff peaks of maple sugar, that melts down his throat. Arousing a stirring just south of his unsated belly. Creamy skin deliciously yielding to his grasp and weight. Rippling onyx strands sprawled over candy floss verdure. These sensuous sights fade blue into his cerebral keepsakes. Perhaps, his sieve like mind will rescue some, so he may view them from time to time. When his desires rise and this apparition is all that is left behind.
    •iAikoG

    #pulse #desires #want #poetrycommunity #spilledink #poetryisnotdead #heart #nomudnolotus #blue #writetoheal #romani #japanese #womenwhowrite #ptsd #anxiety #poetofinstagram #fuckitjustwrite #writingcommunity #bipolar #literotic #wordgasm #writerofinstagram #wordporn #moonofhissky #mysunandstars #mateofmysoul #alwaysandinallways #honey

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    BOOST MOBILE GANG 🤘
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