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In which case: War, God, King, and Living!

One thing I haven't seen mentioned is the question of where is your story set? My Scottish castles are very different from the French Palaces, which are different from the ...

From a writing perspective, check out the videos on it, as blacksmithing makes fun, if niche interest videos. Search it on youtube and you'll be happy. I like using visual ...

Hello! I don't have any solid knowledge on these elements but I've got a few things that you may be interested in looking further into. Now, disclaimer, I'm not confident ...

Thank you! I'll be sure to ask if (when) I have more questions, you've been a massive help.

Thank you, you're an angel! I love the popup on that last link, asking me if I wanted a "FREE GUN ". Thank you, but I will not. Okay, this ...

Thank you! Okay, I've got some follow up questions now. Before this I wasn't aware of the distinction of the areas of Tennessee; I'll probably set it in Nashville area ...

I'm setting a story in Tennessee, but I'm Scottish! Help me work out some differences like school cultures, sexism, family structures, the sort of forests you have, and different attitudes ...

Destination: Sleep Poem #10 In death, let me unbecome. Let the quivering and straining tension of my muscles pulled taut relax. Let the fluttering anxiety of my heart, above the ...

Here Poem #9 River running splitting the town and coiling under the mill. Creaking oak bowing above the loam, Moss drinking up all sound. Prints silent on the floor, Breath ...

Wait Poem #8 Stop. Wait just a minute- I was overwhelmed by the beauty of that motion. Yes, that motion. Christ, you're so beautiful it hurts. Wait, what's that look ...

Heavy Lids Poem #7 Every day ends up feeling like this. The pressure of tears behind my eyes; the cold where spilling salt meets air. I'm beginning to understand that ...

Reclaiming Poem #6 I am reclaiming this body; I declare it's mine, And I am now in full possession Of these pale and cold and Wibbling, sweating, dying masses of ...

First Spring Day Poem #5 This, this! This is the first day of spring. Today, the eighth, is the first true day of this year that it has been spring. ...

In the Gallery Poem #4 (warning: Language!!) Thick slabs of paint, tasting like chalk, or that paint smell. Oil? Pigment? The smell. Squares of it adorning the white and pale ...