The Woodsmen are Afraid of Lavender and Wolfsbane

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Victor hovered before the open window, the cigarette held loosely in his fingers, the gloom of the lightless cabin behind him almost a physical weight. The hairs on the back of his neck were raised, but Victor didn’t dare turn on a light only to be silhouetted against the window for anyone out there to see. 

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Canoodling in the Wreckage

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Florence slowed Israfel to a walk as they approached Molly, who grazed sedately by the ruins of the plane. Though Israfel was named after a warring angel, it was Molly who had the personality of a terrifying eldritch creature with divine powers. Hence, her presence outside of her paddock and clear across Florence’s father’s land. Molly did not think fences suited her.

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What is a Good Rhythm?

Not only is the word rhythm hard to spell (every single time, I forget the damn ‘h’) but it’s also hard to find when you’re starting something new, or continuing something after a break.

It’s hard for some people to find when they’re dancing. It’s hard for some people to find when they’re in a new relationship.

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When Your Writing Space is Not Ideal

At the moment, not only do I not have an ideal writing spot, there’s not even a ‘spot’ that I could reasonably call my own. I am currently living in someone else’s house, trying to fit myself into what little space they will give me.

This is a hard thing to admit for anyone, but I think there are a lot more people in my situation than anyone allows to be showed to others or even online. People relying on other people to shelter them while their going through a transition or a hard time.

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