The weather is sultry as warm fudge on ice cream, the wind a messenger for baby birds crying in their nests, and my soul is ready to walk along these beautiful distractions w/ you. A w/ our world. 7

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When the weeping of many victims envelopes the air, the swamp will come alive. As the fog thickens over the murky waters and the jowls of nightmares glisten through the crippling dusk.

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The dreary realm of Helheim is one filled with monsters at every corner. From giant reptiles to multi-headed ogres to ghost that haunts the stony walls. All serving their half-dead queen. Preparing for the day Ragnarok returns and the undead walk the nine worlds.

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Sinking deeper into the ice, I get pulled to the surface. Look out the window, houses are swallowed by black lightning. I hold my dog as he growls, the demon enters the room. I am aware he wants to enter my body. Eyes open shadows lurk in the corner.

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I'll sit patiently on the swing my Nana used to play on and find solace in the fact that our futures move way beyond barriers seen. I'll notice that hopeful shock of green amid browning leaves and bared branches. 4

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An ult. example of dancing - Tam O’Shanter

“Her cutty sark, o' Paisley harn,
That while a lassie she had worn,
In longitude tho' sorely scanty,
It was her best,........
Wi twa pund Scots ('twas a' her riches),
Wad ever grac'd a dance of witches!” Pair Maggie

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The fiends await the arrival of the treacherous gods. But, for how much longer? As the fingers of the empress itch with war, she prepares her troops among the 9 circles. For when the moment to show her fangs finally comes.

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Governments feed the media with misinformation and stereotype minority groups, scapegoating them as ‘the problem’. They do this to stay in power. Get rid of the Trump government and change the message - the bigots out.

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With only a tiny portion of the sea explored, many pirates sail its treacherous waters to discover its riches for themselves. But when they plunge into tendril clad tempests, the veneration they had for wealth is crushed under the hand of black waters gods.

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Pied Piper

He was known as the ‘Pied Piper’—a to some & others a taboo.
A fixture in the parish like the on a tattoo. His music was a melting pot of superstitions—a of shadows whistling, sitting, waiting, & wishing.✍🏽#bravewrite

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My legs are tired from peddling down this river—a mix of tears & ink that saved me in earlier days. Their goal may be warm but inexperience misleads. Smiles are invigorating when they're not solely a choice.

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On
& ever onward
Loudly chants
The marching hoard

Advancing
As darkness
Waits—
A black & fjord

It’s rumored
There are monsters
& pirate ships
To board

The Writers Army
Charges—
Vellum shields
& pens for swords

Their stories
Light the darkness
Until it is
No more

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