Writer Things Bingo

Writer Things Bingo 📖

Inspired by @serenanymph at here! The rules are to click on this link to generate a board (feel free to click it again if you want a different one!) and then to fill it in. If you want to join in, go ahead!

Missed checking off Indie Published – I have a poem appearing in Indie Earth Publishing's upcoming anthology The Spell Jar: Book of Shadows vol. 2. Highly recommend that you visit them over on Insta!

Nine People You Want To Know Better!

Thank you so much for tagging me @maddstermind @halleyuhm and @light-and-shadow !

Last Song: The Dead Come Talking by Roe Kapara

Last Movie: Scooby-Doo on Zombie Islsnd (One of my most favorite movies to watch during the spooky season! An absolute classic)

Currently Watching: The Link Click donghua!

Currently Reading: Muse of Nightmares by Laini Taylor

Currently Craving: Motivation to continue writing and a healthy sleep schedule... although sugar cookies will do!

Last thing searched for writing purposes: Synonyms for words, double checking of words definitions, baby name lists, cartography making websites, and delving into a rabbit hole about time travel/wormhole/quantum physics theories.

(Gently) Tagging: @enne-uni @petals4soho @iloveanimalsmorethanhumans @awleeofficial and anyone else!

Promise to Stay, original poem Ⓒ Claire Kroening 🍂

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I wrote this a few months ago, it's a very early draft from my novel, Edge of Being! I'm likely going to switch the POV to third person instead of first person. (Very rough draft snippet)

Find my Intro here!

I give up. The desk chair knocks back on my heels as I go to grab my wallet and keys before slipping out the door, abandoning my empty apartment after the last couple of weeks. It's for the best, even if I'll be a mere ghost in the crowded rooms of Chicago.

The early autumn air wraps itself around me. People pass by without a giving chance as though my social anxiety wanted them to notice my despair. Why did I decide to go outside again? All these faces and none are them.

I make my way to the navy pier. As the harbor comes into view a deep sigh departs from my lungs. Before I realize it, dark clouds splatter the skies, landing cool water droplets on my messy, brown hair. Of course. Skidding to a stop, I reach the railing along the pier. I gaze out to the world ahead. A small, barely noticeable grin shapes its way across my face.

Someone's hand brushes my right shoulder in a soft movement before appearing beside me. The smile on their face is full of care and light.

"It's nice to see you again after so long," they say tenderly, "I've missed you. We usually spend mornings at Two Zero Three until they close, the routine hasn't been the same without you."

WRITEBLR! how are you guys? what are you all working on these days?

use this post to share a snippet of your writing you're proud of (& link to your intros -- i'll boost!)

10 a.m., original poem Ⓒ Claire Kroening

Thanks for the tag! This is an excerpt from the start of a chapter in Exiled Sanctum in the veiwpoint of Faine, one of the main character’s, that I wrote last:

Why did I bother scavenging for that damn keycode on my own?

One wrong move and the entire Qredo Restriction Regiment are on my heels. Their Stiffler's flare dense shocks among the overcrowded streets. Strong enough to paralyze me in a single bolt. Sunlight trickles through skyscrapers, mismatching advertisements lining every crevice that mimic a sprawl of realistic movements into the air above. For a split second, the electric lines and murmurs from the year-old government action hum a silent melody. The hard drive quivers with minuscule, white sparks in the nest of my front pocket. 

Good, at least I had enough time for my mechanical magic to sink into its interior wiring. 

I swerve my way across neon-plated passageways, my throat hitching as I narrowly avoid tripping on air from the adrenaline rush.

“Come back 'ere you grimy Exile! You can’t run forever!” I shiver, creating more distance. I recognize that voice anywhere, a rough snarl of muddied sewage. Commander Slyff. In charge of keeping all of the Exile's in line.

I need to get back to safety in the Saigh District so Juro can send the hard drive information over to our informant. Fast. Just have to slip by Sector Patrol, easy.

Gently tagging: @iloveanimalsmorethanhumans, @enne-uni, and anyone else who would like to play!

Last Line Challenge

Thanks @blind-the-winds for the tag! And boy, did I hoist myself on my own petard by waiting this long to post this, because the last scene I wrote was a heartbreak and a half. This will be way more than just one line, but I would do it a disservice by omitting the preceding few.

From Shadows, a Don't Starve/Borderlands Rhack crosssover...

“Fuck you.” Rhys’s shattered voice is barely above a whisper. Jack should not be able to hear it from where he stands. But the words ring through his ears just the same. “I have to save my daughter, Rhys. There was no other way.” Jack turns his back on the throne once more and walks. He’s barely taken two steps by the time Rhys’s heavy silence behind him gives way to more curses, then pleas, then promises of help, promises of anything and everything: as long as Jack stays, as long as he doesn’t leave, please, Jack, please, for the love of everything, don’t leave me alone here, you can’t leave me, please, Jack, please, I’m begging you, JACK, PLEASE— Fists clenched so hard that his knuckles are cracking, Jack keeps walking forward, covering the unbearably long distance to the open portal step by agonizing step. He does not look behind him a second time.

Gently tagging @maddstermind, @worldsfromhoney, @reading-by-the-pale-moonlight, and leaving the tag open for anyone who wants to play.