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Petra van Cronenburg🧵 1/n 'Writing is breathing, books are living.' That was on my old business cards. I realised how true the saying is for me yesterday when I started blogging again. I took a deep breath again and danced on the keyboard. My problem was: how do I find adequate language in completely absurd times, without using the narrative of resigned apocalypse twaddle, without giving too much space to those who are politically keen to be quoted often, even if it<a href="https://mastodon.online/tags/WritersCommunity" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WritersCommunity</a> <a href="https://mastodon.online/tags/Writer" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Writer</a> <a href="https://mastodon.online/tags/Journalist" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Journalist</a> <a href="https://mastodon.online/tags/writing" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#writing</a>

InkicanAre you an author like me? You might appreciate some this web page, a collection of free author tools. <a href="https://inkican.com/free-author-tools-to-make-you-feel-like-a-genius/" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" translate="no" target="_blank">https://inkican.com/free-author-tools-to-make-you-feel-like-a-genius/</a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/writing" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#writing</a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/writer" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#writer</a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/writingcommunity" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#writingcommunity</a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/writerscommunity" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#writerscommunity</a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/creativeprofessional" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#creativeprofessional</a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/creativebusiness" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#creativebusiness</a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/creativebusinessowner" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#creativebusinessowner</a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/creative" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#creative</a>

Arpad NagyWho's <a href="https://me.dm/tags/hungry" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#hungry</a>? Sunday night's supper made it to Medium! <a href="https://medium.com/kitchen-tales/sunday-supper-provolone-and-spinach-stuffed-pork-roast-with-horseradish-and-thyme-creamed-potatoes-73ef823852f5" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" translate="no" target="_blank">https://medium.com/kitchen-tales/sunday-supper-provolone-and-spinach-stuffed-pork-roast-with-horseradish-and-thyme-creamed-potatoes-73ef823852f5</a> <a href="https://me.dm/tags/recipe" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#recipe</a> <a href="https://me.dm/tags/RecipeOfTheDay" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#RecipeOfTheDay</a> <a href="https://me.dm/tags/supper" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#supper</a> <a href="https://me.dm/tags/dinner" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#dinner</a> <a href="https://me.dm/tags/Cooking" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Cooking</a> <a href="https://me.dm/tags/Chef" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Chef</a> <a href="https://me.dm/tags/foodies" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#foodies</a> <a href="https://me.dm/tags/cheflife" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#cheflife</a> <a href="https://me.dm/tags/family" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#family</a> <a href="https://me.dm/tags/pork" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#pork</a> <a href="https://me.dm/tags/roast" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#roast</a> <a href="https://me.dm/tags/writerscommunity" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#writerscommunity</a> <a href="https://me.dm/tags/readingcommunity" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#readingcommunity</a> <a href="https://me.dm/tags/goodeats" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#goodeats</a> <a href="https://me.dm/tags/suppertable" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#suppertable</a> <a href="https://me.dm/tags/dining" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#dining</a> <a href="https://me.dm/tags/Foodie" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Foodie</a>

Inkican5446 words on the re-write in the past two days.42180 words total - if the complete novel is 62K words, then I'm 68.0% done. <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/MikeSierraEcho" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#MikeSierraEcho</a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/scifi" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#scifi</a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/novel" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#novel</a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/amwriting" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#amwriting</a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/author" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#author</a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/amediting" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#amediting</a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/writingcommunity" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#writingcommunity</a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/writing" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#writing</a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/writer" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#writer</a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/writerslife" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#writerslife</a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/writerscommunity" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#writerscommunity</a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/writinglife" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#writinglife</a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/books" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#books</a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/writinginspiration" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#writinginspiration</a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/reading" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#reading</a>

Laszlo XalieriTake a break from your daily gut-churning social media experience and pour some lovely 100% hand-crafted <a href="https://masto.ai/tags/LiteraryDamage" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#LiteraryDamage</a> into your skull instead while it's still legal.Many <a href="https://masto.ai/tags/ebook" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#ebook</a> formats to choose from, choices for all attention spans. Why put it off?<a href="https://l.xal.li/XALSHOP" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" translate="no" target="_blank">https://l.xal.li/XALSHOP</a><a href="https://masto.ai/tags/Fiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Fiction</a> <a href="https://masto.ai/tags/Horror" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Horror</a> <a href="https://masto.ai/tags/WeirdLit" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WeirdLit</a> <a href="https://masto.ai/tags/WritingCommunity" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WritingCommunity</a> <a href="https://masto.ai/tags/WritersCommunity" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WritersCommunity</a> <a href="https://masto.ai/tags/WritersOfMastodon" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WritersOfMastodon</a> <a href="https://masto.ai/tags/WritersOnMastodon" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WritersOnMastodon</a>

🧙🏾‍♂️DJ Small🧙🏾‍♂️For those that might be interested, I've created a <a href="https://sunny.garden/tags/Discord" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Discord</a> server for <a href="https://sunny.garden/tags/QueerWriters" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#QueerWriters</a> over 21 who are looking for a little support in their <a href="https://sunny.garden/tags/writing" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#writing</a> journey. Primarily for fiction writers, this server is for those needing motivation, bulldozing through their writer's block, steady kicks in the ass to get through your editing, and whatever else that's preventing you from completing your WIP or hindering your progress.It's invite only at the moment, but you can shoot me a DM for an invite. While this should be obvious, I want to be 100% transparent (heh), this is a trans-friendly server. I'm using the term queer super loosely here.(Anyone under 21, will be considered on a case by case basis)<a href="https://sunny.garden/tags/WritersOfMastodon" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WritersOfMastodon</a> <a href="https://sunny.garden/tags/Writers" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Writers</a> <a href="https://sunny.garden/tags/WritersCommunity" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WritersCommunity</a> <a href="https://sunny.garden/tags/LesFic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#LesFic</a> <a href="https://sunny.garden/tags/GayFic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#GayFic</a> <a href="https://sunny.garden/tags/FanFic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#FanFic</a> <a href="https://sunny.garden/tags/QueerFiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#QueerFiction</a> <a href="https://sunny.garden/tags/TransFic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#TransFic</a>

BFGalligan<a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/writerscommunity" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#writerscommunity</a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/sovereigncitizen" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#sovereigncitizen</a>Just launched my first novel in a series of five! It explores themes of grief, surviving trauma and substance abuse all against the background of an apocalypse.KDP: <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CFJYHVCW" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" translate="no" target="_blank">https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CFJYHVCW</a> BN: <a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1143914592?ean=2940185691458" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" translate="no" target="_blank">https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1143914592?ean=2940185691458</a>

Stories and Folklore<a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/UnverifiedPersonalGnosis" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#UnverifiedPersonalGnosis</a> Encounter Part TwoShe spoke of the delicate balance of the woodland, its interwoven ecosystems, and the importance of preserving its beauty. The man learned about the spirits that dwelled within the trees and the importance of honouring them. He discovered the ancient rituals of making offerings to the land, an act of gratitude and reciprocity.With great care, the goddess explained how to craft offerings from wildflowers, symbols of nature's abundant beauty. She shared the significance of spring water, a life-giving force, and how it should be collected respectfully and offered in reverence to the land.Just as swiftly as she appeared, the deity vanished into the forest, melting back into the natural tapestry around them. And as she faded away, the symphony of the woods returned, the birdsong resumed, and the insects' hum became a gentle backdrop once more.The man stood there, filled with a profound sense of purpose and newfound knowledge. From that day forward, he became a steward of the woods, a guardian of the local springs. He carried the teachings of the goddess in his heart, honouring the spirits and making offerings of wildflowers and spring water to the land, forever grateful for the transformative encounter that connected him to the divine essence of nature.<a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/Pagan" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Pagan</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/paganism" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#paganism</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/storytelling" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#storytelling</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/amwriting" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#amwriting</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/writersCommunity" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#writersCommunity</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/folklore" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#folklore</a><a href="https://a.gup.pe/u/folklore" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@folklore</a>

Stories and FolkloreThe Sparrow - Part Three Three days passed in agonising anticipation, each one marked by the distant tolling of church bells in the distance. The boy heard the calls of locals as they discovered the bodies of his adopted parents and finally the smell of ash and fire as their house was set alight. As the sun rose on the fourth day, the boy emerged from his hiding place and set forth on a path guided by fate. Ten miles east he walked, as instructed by the bird, his weary steps leading him to a humble cottage.The young boy, knocked on the door and awaited. After a time, it opened and standing before him were a kindly, elderly couple, there shimmered with the light of love and warmth. They begged him to enter, they offered him food and drink and a place to sleep. As the boy fell into slumber, a deep and quiet sleep, one that he could hardly have ever imagined only days before, the sparrow came to his window and spoke to him one last time. "Twenty years, upon this day, my master told me to spirit away the soul of this couple's one and only child. It is a guilt that I have held ever since. This this of fate has allowed me a little redemption in my own heart." And with that he flew away.Over the coming weeks, they boy told them of his life and the extraordinary tale that brought him to their door. The boy solace and belonging in their care, his resilient spirit nurtured by the embrace of kind souls. The couple and the boy found true happiness for each had borne their share of hardships and sorrows and in each others arms they had found love.As spring's ephemeral beauty gave way to the lushness of summer, the boy blossomed in the gentlest of hands, surrounded by love and every so often, serenade by the send calls of sparrow song.<a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/AmWriting" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#AmWriting</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/WritersOfMastodon" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WritersOfMastodon</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/WritersCommunity" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WritersCommunity</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/writing" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#writing</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/Folklore" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Folklore</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/Folktales" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Folktales</a>

Stories and FolkloreThe Sparrow - Part Two (A Thread)The young boy dragged himself home, blanked in the dusky twilight of the day, his weary body and hopeful spirit carrying him through until finally reaching the only home he'd ever known. He entered the dimly lit farmhouse and beheld the captive sparrow, its wings beating desperately against the bars of its prison. A pang of pity welled up within him, a kindling flame of compassion amidst the darkness of his circumstances.The boy approached the cage, his small fingers trembling as he gently unlatched the door. The sparrow, sensing freedom within its grasp, fluttered out in a graceful display of liberation. To the boys astonishment, as the bird perched upon a windowsill, it began to speak in a voice as delicate as a whisper carried by the wind."You showed me charity, for this I will show you mine, for I am a messenger," it revealed, "sent by my master, Death and it is his with that plague and doom upon is brought upon this house. Your act of kindness has spared you; run to the ancient barrows on the outskirts and hide, stay there for three days and nights. Then, on the morning of the fourth day, travel east for ten miles, you will know when you have found your destination. Fore I tell you this, tonight, Death shall claim the lives within this dwelling."The boy's eyes widened with a mix of fear and resolve, he nodded and whispered his thank you to the sparrow. The boy heeded the sparrow's words, running through the fading light until he reached the ancient barrows. Nestling himself within the embrace of the woodland and hidden by the ancient mounds he settled down an waited.2/<a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/AmWriting" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#AmWriting</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/WritersOfMastodon" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WritersOfMastodon</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/WritersCommunity" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WritersCommunity</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/writing" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#writing</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/Folklore" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Folklore</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/Folktales" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Folktales</a>

Stories and FolkloreThe Sparrow - Part One (A Thread)In the closing moments of spring, the was sun casting a warm golden glow upon the countryside, a delicate tapestry of scents danced upon the breeze. The air was infused with the heady fragrance of blooming wildflowers, their colourful petals swaying in harmony with the gentle wind. Dew-kissed grasses carpeted the landscape, releasing a fresh and earthy aroma that mingled with the sweet perfume of blossoming fruit trees. In this idyllic setting, nestled within the embrace of nature, a young boy toiled under the cruel grip of a wicked couple. As he worked, lost in the dreams of finding a better life he heard the delicate song of a single sparrow singing from a nearby tree. The young boy stopped for a moment to listen, only to have this moment of tranquility shattered by the barking orders coming from his adopted father, "get back to work you ungrateful swine!" The couple had taken the young boy in when he was a toddler, but the warm embrace of family that was promised never eventuated. The couple had hearts as cold as the winter frost, and from the moment he was strong enough to hold a spade they forced him to till the fields and tend to their farmstead. His emaciated frame bore witness to their relentless exploitation, sustained by meagre vegetable scraps and the dregs of a barrel.On this day as the sun began its descent, the sparrow, who can been watching from his porch in the tree fluttered into the farmhouse. Startled by the unexpected visitor, the wicked farmer snatched the bird, imprisoning it within the confines of a cage. The farmer's eyes gleamed with malice as he vowed to torment the creature until it sang a sweet melody to his delight.1/<a href="https://a.gup.pe/u/folklore" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@folklore</a> <a href="https://a.gup.pe/u/writing" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@writing</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/AmWriting" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#AmWriting</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/WritersOfMastodon" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WritersOfMastodon</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/WritersCommunity" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WritersCommunity</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/writing" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#writing</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/Folklore" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Folklore</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/Folktales" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Folktales</a>

Stories and FolkloreThe Foxman and the Crow - Part Two The Foxman's gaze turned wistful, his thoughts drifting to distant memories. "It is true, dear crow, that the reminder of our own mortality can be disquieting. But within those melancholic melodies lies a profound beauty—a reminder that life's fleeting moments should be cherished, and those who have departed should be remembered with love and reverence."As the crow pondered the Foxman's words, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue upon the ancient trackway. The air grew still, the weight of eternity settling upon the two conversing souls."The songs of the fox and the crow," the Foxman concluded softly, "are not merely meant to be heard by the living. They carry whispers of remembrance, a bridge between the realms. It is through their voices that we can feel a connection to those who have journeyed beyond, a solace in the face of our own inevitable destiny."With those profound words, the crow took flight, its ebony form blending seamlessly with the encroaching night. The Foxman continued his solitary trek along the ancient trackways, his heart filled with the melodies of the fox and the crow, carrying the eternal reminder of life's impermanence and the enduring beauty in the songs that speak to those we have lost.<a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/AmWriting" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#AmWriting</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/WritersOfMastodon" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WritersOfMastodon</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/WritersCommunity" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WritersCommunity</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/writing" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#writing</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/Folklore" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Folklore</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/Folktales" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Folktales</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/FolkloreThursday" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#FolkloreThursday</a><a href="https://a.gup.pe/u/folklore" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@folklore</a> <a href="https://a.gup.pe/u/folklorethursday" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@folklorethursday@a.gup.pe</a> <a href="https://mastodon.online/@folklorethursday" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@folklorethursday@mastodon.online</a> <a href="https://a.gup.pe/u/writing" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@writing</a>

Stories and FolkloreThe Foxman and the Crow - Part One (A Thread)In the fading light of a late spring afternoon, the Foxman wandered along the ancient trackways of England, his footfalls whispering like the wind and pattered quietly like ripples through time. His presence was as enigmatic as the legends that surrounded him—a solitary figure shrouded in mystery.As the Foxman strolled along the lonely road, a crow descended from the sky, alighting gracefully by his side. Its ebony feathers shimmered in the dying sunlight, and its eyes gleamed with curiosity; he knew of the Foxman, from the many stories that were told and his wisdom was understood to be part of who he was. The crow, ever inquisitive, began a conversation with the enigmatic traveler."Tell me, Foxman," the crow cawed, "who possesses the most beautiful song—a fox or a crow?"The Foxman turned his gaze upon the inky bird, contemplating the question for some time, he was never one to jump into an answer without thinking. His eyes, as old as the ancient trackways he traversed held the cunning of those years. With a gentle smile, he replied, "In truth, both possess a unique beauty, a song that transcends the realms of the living and reaches out to the Somewhen."The crow tilted its head, its curiosity piqued. "The Somewhen?" it echoed."Yes," the Foxman whispered, his voice carrying the weight of forgotten ages. "Their songs, though different, sing to our dearly departed, the souls who have embarked upon their final journey. The fox's cry and the crow's caw carry through to the other realms, reminding us of our own mortality and the fleeting nature of existence. Hail to the land of spells and spirits"The crow's eyes widened, "But such reminders can be unsettling for many," it mused. "Why should we find beauty in the songs that speak of loss?"1/<a href="https://a.gup.pe/u/folklore" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@folklore</a> <a href="https://a.gup.pe/u/folklorethursday" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@folklorethursday@a.gup.pe</a> <a href="https://mastodon.online/@folklorethursday" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@folklorethursday@mastodon.online</a> <a href="https://a.gup.pe/u/writing" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@writing</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/AmWriting" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#AmWriting</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/WritersOfMastodon" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WritersOfMastodon</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/WritersCommunity" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WritersCommunity</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/writing" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#writing</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/Folklore" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Folklore</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/Folktales" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Folktales</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/FolkloreThursday" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#FolkloreThursday</a>

Stories and FolkloreDreams of Cherry Songs - Part Two In this tranquility, Matilda become one with ground and air. Alas, fate had its own plans, and one stormy day, a violent tempest descended upon the hamlet. The winds howled with fury, lashing against the hill and her cherished tree. Despite its valiant struggle, the cherry tree succumbed to the storm's wrath and toppled to the ground, severing the connection that had bound Matilda to its spirit.As the storm passed, Matilda found herself awakened from her prolonged slumber, she was bereft and adrift. The absence of the tree left an empty void within her heart, had ripped away her very soul. She knew she couldn't go on without her arboreal companion, nor did she wish to. In quiet resignation, she nestled herself within the hollow left by the uprooted tree's once-mighty roots. Alone and heartbroken she gave up on this life, for she was now very old, much older than any person should have been.As the twilight sky draped the hill in darkness, Matilda peacefully passed into the next world, her spirit forever intertwined with the memories of the cherry tree. People in the hamlet whispered tales of her and her undying connection to the tree. To this day, or so they stories say, if you can find that lost hamlet nestled amongst the rolling green hills of a long forgotten county, then you must walk to the top of that special hill. Fore when the season is right and the wind carries the scent of ripe cherries, one can still hear her ethereal songs, drifting on the breeze, weaving tales of love, nature, and the timeless beauty of dreams.<a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/WyrdWednesday" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WyrdWednesday</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/AmWriting" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#AmWriting</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/WritersCommunity" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WritersCommunity</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/writerdons" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#writerdons</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/Folklore" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Folklore</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/Folktales" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Folktales</a>

Stories and FolkloreDreams of Cherry Songs - Part One (Thread)A long time ago in a now lost hamlet nestled amongst the rolling green hills of a long forgotten county, there lived an old woman named Matilda. She was known for her eccentricities, so no one was surprised at her continual wanderings and fascination with a certain hill. Although on common land she claimed it as her own, declaring it a sanctuary where she could find solace and respite from the chaos of the world.On the crown of that hill, standing tall and proud, was a solitary cherry tree. It was a young sapling when Matilda first discovered it as a child, and she was instantly captivated by its delicate beauty. Over the years, underneath its branches, she would often find shade and tranquility, spending hours immersed in her thoughts or drifting off into peaceful slumber.One day, while basking in the warmth of the sun, Matilda dozed off under the cherry tree's loving embrace and she dreamed of the tree's cycles throughout the seasons. In her dreams, she saw the cherry blossoms unfurling their delicate petals in the vibrant spring. She tasted the sweet, dark cherries that ripened under the summer sun, feeling their juice trickle down her chin. She savoured the long cooling afternoons of autumn, when the leaves painted the landscape in fiery hues. She saw the serenity of being wrapped in a pristine blanket of snow in the depths of winter.So deep was her sleep that hours turned into days, days into weeks and weeks into years. The tree grew around Matilda, encircling her with its protective branches and sturdy trunk. She became intertwined with the tree's essence, blending her existence with its very soul. Eventually, she forgot she was a person, lost in the dreams and memories that flowed through her veins like sap.1/<a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/WyrdWednesday" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WyrdWednesday</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/AmWriting" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#AmWriting</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/WritersCommunity" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WritersCommunity</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/writerdons" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#writerdons</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/Folklore" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Folklore</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/Folktales" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Folktales</a> <a href="https://a.gup.pe/u/writers" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@writers</a>

Stories and FolkloreThe Extraordinary Life of Octavius Crank - Part 3 <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/FairyTaleTuesday" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#FairyTaleTuesday</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/AmWriting" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#AmWriting</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/WritersCommunity" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WritersCommunity</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/writerdons" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#writerdons</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/Folklore" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Folklore</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/Folktales" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Folktales</a> In a touching display of love and gratitude, the voles emerged from Octavius's hair, bearing small stones gathered from the streambank. With painstaking care, they arranged them in a circular formation, creating a beautiful memorial to honor their beloved companion. The finches, now bereft of their abode, perched upon nearby branches and sang a hauntingly beautiful eulogy, their mournful melody carrying the weight of the woodland's collective grief.And so, Octavius Crank, the man with meadow flowers for hair and reeds for a beard, found eternal rest in the embrace of nature he had so lovingly embraced in life. His memory lived on in the hearts of all who had witnessed his remarkable existence, a testament to the extraordinary bond between humans and the natural world. The woodland wept for the loss of its gentle guardian, forever cherishing the tale of the man who walked alongside voles and finches, leaving an indelible mark upon the fabric of their shared existence.

Stories and FolkloreThe Extraordinary Life of Octavius Crank - Part One <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/FairyTaleTuesday" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#FairyTaleTuesday</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/folklore" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#folklore</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/Folktale" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Folktale</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/AmWriting" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#AmWriting</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/WritersCommunity" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WritersCommunity</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/writerdons" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#writerdons</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/thread" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#thread</a> In a tranquil land nestled deep within the embrace of nature, there lived a man named Octavius Crank. Octavius was no ordinary man, for he possessed a mane of meadow flowers that flowed like a vibrant tapestry upon his head, while reeds formed a magnificent, flowing beard. He was a gentle soul, harmoniously coexisting with the creatures of the wild.Octavius was not alone in his verdant existence. Voles, tiny creatures with velvety fur, had found solace within the labyrinth of his floral hair. They would dart and play amidst the blossoms, their tiny footfalls like whispers of joy. Meanwhile, colourful finches had taken up residence within the intricate network of his reed beard, building their nests with delicate precision. Their melodious songs filled the air as they lived in harmony with their host.Octavius had chosen to reside by a serene, meandering stream that glistened like liquid silver beneath the radiant sun. It was here that he found solace and sustenance. With a remarkable dexterity, he would gracefully dip his toes into the water, his movements resembling a dance. The fish, drawn to his gentle touch, would glide into his grasp, allowing themselves to be caught as if recognising the harmony of their interconnected existence.1/

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Shu DaiziI'm generally on the side of "If it's a story on the internet, it's probably not true." And that goes double for Reddit. However, this one is related to our world, folks:<a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AmItheAsshole/comments/114stgg/aita_for_demanding_my_girlfriend_tells_me_her/" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">https://www.reddit.com/r/AmItheAsshole/comments/114stgg/aita_for_demanding_my_girlfriend_tells_me_her/</a><a href="https://mstdn.social/tags/Erotica" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Erotica</a> <a href="https://mstdn.social/tags/AITA" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#AITA</a> <a href="https://mstdn.social/tags/YTA" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#YTA</a> <a href="https://mstdn.social/tags/WritersCommunity" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WritersCommunity</a> Found this from @givemaribooks on Twitter: <a href="https://twitter.com/givemaribooks/status/1626694108076036096" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">https://twitter.com/givemaribooks/status/1626694108076036096</a>

Stories and FolkloreToday I have been working on our new <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/musical" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#musical</a> about <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/MollyDowner" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#MollyDowner</a>, the <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/Witch" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Witch</a> of <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/Bembridge" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Bembridge</a>. This project has been consuming me, my heart is heavy and I’ve been teary; this story is emotionally draining, but wonderful. After a life of heartbreak and betrayal, someone showed her tenderness and love in her last moments, I know this because when researching I came upon these lines that were written in 1844 by E. Hartnall. "...as if she [Molly] had died in her bed and received from friendly hands the last sad offices charitable love renders to the remains of the object of its affection." — it fills my heart with sadness and hope all at once. Below are screen captures of some of my notes and outlines (excuse the typos and grammatical mistakes). <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/AmWriting" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#AmWriting</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/WritingCommunity" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WritingCommunity</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/Writers" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Writers</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/WritersCommunity" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WritersCommunity</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/Folklore" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Folklore</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/Witchcraft" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Witchcraft</a> <a href="https://thefolklore.cafe/tags/lgbtq" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#lgbtq</a><a href="https://a.gup.pe/u/writers" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@writers</a> <a href="https://a.gup.pe/u/writingcommunity" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@writingcommunity</a> <a href="https://a.gup.pe/u/folklore" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@folklore</a>

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