A guest-post by Ryan Lanz Writers use dialogue tags constantly. In fact, we use them so often that readers all but gloss over them. They should be invisible. However, there are ways to misuse them and make them stand out. In an effort to avoid that, let’s take a closer look at dialogue tags. […]
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1: Scarred from the sun, Though also by the moon, Crafted in the light, Though also by the night. 2: They say that love makes the world go round, so does that mean that you and I are shortening the days with every love-filled breath we take? 3: A tumbleweed blows through my […]
1: Gone are the days, In which life costs a limb, Bring present the days, In which watching the wind And feeling the rain as it ends one’s pain; Cleansing the skin – Is enough. 2: If your love was the Pacific Ocean, I’d take the plunge into its depths and reemerge anew. […]
1: The eternal blindness, Infinite ignorance Of thy brethren, Astounds thy, In the breaths of hell Befalling harmony in twilight’s glint. 2: Inhalation, Annihilation, The vice-grip of torture: Grasping the lungs And squeezing out Every last ounce of air.
1: As the world smiles down on us – It’s final show of teeth, Final glint of light. The storm dies out, Blackness swarms & the enveloping shallowness Swallows me whole. 2: I run towards the echoing sound, A coo of light in the unsearchable dark – A patch so untainted, That only vision […]
1: As the final flame dies out, Vanishes in the cloud of smoke – Realisation shall take centre-stage, Heat shall cease And the heart, The soul; Lungs, Will know: That it was worth playing with fire. 2: The wilting desire, Gathering like an army, Clustering at the spawn of hell-fire & bearing its wrath […]
1: The fractured mirror ahead: Cracked and broken – Reflecting untruthfully: The look of the expression, Though the the truth does lie within: In the pain that it reflects. 2: A gathering of futility, A cluster of inflamed desire: Burnt to a crisp – Must not prevent the impending greatness, Must not charcoal the […]
Have you ever tried writing in a genre that you don’t particularly enjoy? Or don’t enjoy at all for that matter? Even if it’s just a couple of thousand words? Well, as a ghostwriter, I certainly have and let me tell you: it is nowhere near as fun as writing in your favourite genre or […]
Like the lone tree stood on the brow of hill – The towering crowds of terror fulfill, The truth, The torture; The binding lonesome bones Shall befall the hillside as the winds start to groan.
Evicted from the effervesce: Take pride in thy storm, In thy rough seas and high tides; Underneath tall oaks in which truths hide – Amid teething lands in surplus, Beneath seething hands that hurt us.