You’ve worked at a circus all your life. You’ve seen acts come and go and generally have enjoyed your job and have stayed on good terms with everyone. It’s a living. But your life takes a turn when a new act is hired: a fortune teller. Which would be fine if she didn’t foretell the death of multiple circus troupe members three separate times. Something is going on here, and you are determined to find out what- not only to save your job, but the lives of the other members of the troupe.
Tag: fantasywriting
Evening Poems: Nature Girl
Field girl, field girl,
You belong to grass of the field
A gentle power you’ll wield
That many will seek to destroy
You have gold in your hair
Eyes of honey so fair
Dont let them take your heart.
Sea girl, sea girl,
Many will try to tread your depth
And come up short of breath
It is not your fault they never learnt to swim.
You have salt in your blood
For You are the flood
That bathes the world in blue.
Storm girl, storm girl.
Your voice is thunder
You’ll leave them to wonder,
Where your power lies.
There is force in your will,
Rain water does fill,
Your throat and spills through your eyes.
A Writer’s Night Routine to get Writing Done
Hey! It’s another “Routine” post! This routine is for when I get home early from work and want to get some writing done! Some times its hard for me to maintain focus in the evening because the temptation to distract myself by scrolling through my phone is a lot stronger at night buuuut this routine tends to help me stay on track. So here it is!
7:00pm – Drink water
Again, hydration helps clear your head.
7:30pm – Wash your face
Sometimes makeup makes my eyes feel “tired-er” so I like to wash my face and remove my makeup before getting started.
8:00pm – Get comfy and in your pajamas
Matching pajama sets are my Achille’s heel so I super enjoy this step.
8:15 pm – Unplug
Get rid of those distractions! Turn your phone off or put it in a different room!
8:30pm – Set up your space
Turn on as many lights as you think you need, get out any writing supplies as you think you need for note making. Basically just prepare your space in a way that will aid your focus!
8:35-9:30 or 10pm – Write for a half hour at least
10:00pm – Take a break for a light midnight snack
Or 10 ‘o clock snack. Just something light because you don’t want to have any trouble sleeping. I recommend fruit or a snack bar. I also recommend getting a warm drink during this break. It adds to the cozy.
10:00-10:30 or 11pm – Write some more
You’ve got this!
11:00pm – Call it a night!
Hopefully at this point you have around 1,000 words, but even if you don’t you’ve worked for a long while. Reward yourself and sleep well!
Evening Poems: Nest
I wish my brain would let me rest
But instead its such a pest
In my mind, it weaves a nest
Threads of lies and old regrets.
I pray to God this is a test
Unwelcomed thoughts only a guest.
A temporary, void distress.
And not a permanent life long unrest.
All these fears I have confessed.
Yet I must act as if I’m blessed.
Even if this weight I’ll detest.
A burden to bear at his request.
Evening Poems: Runaway
I just want to run away
And start something new
A blank slate of a town
Where I’m known by few.
And I want a new name
Maybe I’ll dye my hair red.
Go by Joselyn or maybe even Rebecca instead.
The new wardrobe is next
New jackets and dresses.
Leaving behind the old me and all her old messes.
I want a new apartment
That overlooks a city
Decorated in plants and decor I think is pretty.
But even if I did all this,
Would it even work?
You cant run from yourself and all that hurts.
Because even in a new town, new city, new flat, new name,
The heart that beats in my chest
Is still the same.
Evening Poems: The Ballroom of Fire
I’ve got on a gown of ash
Come on darling, let’s look past.
The room’s afire, windows alight.
Orange flames against the night.
They’re playing our song,
Just dance along.
A waltz in a ballroom of fire.
The shadows weave against the wall
A tragic dance- dont let me fall.
In a ring of spark and ember.
I’ll do my best to not remember
This waltz in a ballroom of fire.
The violins climb and then they sing.
The fateful song in the halls do ring.
The tiles are now stained with coal.
My hands are black-this is the toll.
Look at me, though the flames are higher.
This is The Waltz in a ballroom of fire.
The clock strikes- it is the end.
The smell of smoke
As time continues its endless march.
Smoke is all I have to breath.
Fire and flames are all I see.
Is that a shadow-or is it your face?
Your hand that I hold is my saving grace.
As we Waltz in a ballroom of fire.
Admist the crackle, a clock does chime.
This is it- we’ve run out of time.
All I ask is you hold my close.
As we raise a glass of final toast.
Of a night well spent in a ballroom of Fire.
Writing Prompt: Souls in a Jar
A witch travels around the world, collecting and bartering over souls in jars. She ends up with quite a large collection. Until one day, her shelf containing every single fraction of a person, falls, smashing every bottle in the process. The souls and their owners are released but are left rather dazed. Tell me about this ragtag group and how they make their way in the world having missed years of their lives.
A Writer’s Morning Routine to get Writing Done
Routines are are hard thing for me to keep. But I’ve found when I write what I’m going to do down, I’m more likely to stick to it. So, here is my routine that I tend to have on my “writing days” when I have a day off work to simply go at whatever writing project I’m working on. One thing that’s nice about this routine is I get a lot of writing done before the day really starts. By 10:00, sometimes I already have 1,000 words which is great progress for me. And then I have the rest of day to do with what I wish (whether that means more writing or other fun things, it entirely depends on the day).
Now I’m not going to guarantee this routine would work for you. Everyone writes differently and has different writing habits that work for them. But I figured I’d post it anyways not only as a reminder to myself to stick with it, but in hopes that maybe someone else can draw some inspiration from it for their own routine.
6:30am – Wake up
It usually takes me a second to prepare myself for the day and simply getting out of bed so sometimes I set my alarm to 6:20 just to make sure I’m actually getting started by 6:30.
6:40am – Drink a glass of water
Hydration is really important. I find my brain wakes up quicker when I drink a glass of water right when I wake up so I definitely recommend this.
6:50am – Eat Breakfast
I have been a breakfast skipper before in the past, I’ll admit it. But I have found that I’m more foggy mentally if I do skip. So if you want to get lots of writing done, I definitely recommend not only grabbing breakfast, but a substantial one. (But even a protein bar is better than nothing).
7:15am – Start Writing
Now its time to just sit down, and WRITE. No overthinking-just do it!
8:00am – 5 minute water break
Like I said, hydration is important. Give your brain a rest too. If you need to take longer break, that’s fine too. I’ve stretched this window of time out to 20 minutes when I’ve really needed it.
8:05am – Write some more
You’re on a roll!
9:00am – Half hour break and Midmorning Power Snack
Again, I feel foggy if I don’t have food or water and that doesn’t help me write in the slightest. So if you’re hungry again by this point, grab a power snack before pushing forward.
9:30am – Take a walk/Just move a little
Physical activity also tends to boost my creativity. It doesn’t have to be intensive either. A leisurely walk or some light stretches do the trick for me.
10:30am – Return to Writing for an hour or so.
And one last push! Here is where I sometimes edit instead of write before I go about my other duties I have scheduled for the day!
Evening Poems: A Healer
I broke my heart one day,
Fell to pieces in the day to day fray.
Shattered shards of red clay
So I put them in bag and went on my way,
To find a healer to make me okay.
I have heard tales of father time
Tales and poems and even a rhyme.
So to his house I did climb.
Hoping to find father time.
I found him sitting for a meal,
Hoping he’d take me up on a deal.
“If this heart you can heal,
Unto you, I shall kneel.”
Father time did not conceal,
The frown in his face he did reveal.
“I cannot make a heart feel.
Tis a law I can’t repeal.”
“Only the maker of the heart of clay
Can give the healing you so crave.
If you wish to heal this day,
You’ll heed my words, I do pray.”
“But of this, take close note,
This isn’t a quick antidote.”
“If this pain you wish to release,
To put It back together,
He must have every piece.”
Writing Prompt: The Sword in the Butter
A magical sword gets melted down into a set of silverware by some mishap. The blade was lost to time and people soon forgot it until a great evil overtook the land many years later. The people suddenly remembered their grandparent’s stories of a magical blade that could cut through evil like butter. But they could not find it no matter how much they searched…until a farm boy was sitting at his table and grabbed a piece of silverware from his mother’s special cabinet for all the other utensils were dirty. He goes to cut the bread for his breakfast only to find this butter knife is anything but ordinary.
By the Brooke 