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BleuBlooms


Writer of odd, strange and thrilling consquences.

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    Flash Fiction #13--June 2nd 2024---Sunday

    A Overworked Mare


    In a tree shaped library, the resident unicorn, was up late.

    Her horn glows- illuminating the wrinkled, ancient pages on her desk.

    “Cursed thing.” Twilight said. Her hoove attempting to rub the ache from her eyes.

    Turning at the odd thought. Where they...?

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  • 44 weeks
    Posted New Story!

    That's it. Totally a thing. Posting a story. Enjoy! :eeyup:

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  • 45 weeks
    Update! My Long form! Silly Essay's!

    Just a quick update. I am moving my focus onto my long form mystery Lyra-is-a-ancient thing story. Though, I am not sure how long it's going to be at the moment.

    I did write yesterday and on my way to finishing chapter 2. Chapter 1 is very polished. But, I don't want to post my novel ,until the whole thing is done to my specifications.

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  • 45 weeks
    Flash Fiction #13--Aug--1st--2023--Tuesday (WIP)

    This is my work in progress. I was inspired by a story called Lyres Gambit and other Lyra is a weird pone stories. Also, hundred's of stories I have read over the year's.

    So! Enjoy this opening snippet of my new long form!


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  • 45 weeks
    Flash Fiction #12--July--31st--2023---Monday

    I got my first ten by Claude! I am starting to think it's not as difficult (at least in flash fiction?) to push for a ten from a nine. I have this weird block in writing longer paragraph's? Don't know...

    Weird, huh?

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Sep
11th
2021

Blog 006 : Epiphany On Scene Building · 4:17am Sep 11th, 2021

so...I realized as I was rewrite my shortys for today that...when I imagine a scene in my mind. If I allow it to settle their then begin writing...honestly the word's as far as one text goes...pretty good.

Now the data is minimal but, i am optimistic.

My scene was a pony looking at figures marching, they were lock step.

Then with image in my mind I wrote this.
No editing.
Or finangling.
It took me about fifteen minutes of concious, deliberate writing.

Scootalo, Rainbow, and Sweetie all had eyes for the shapes moved in slow lines, back to back, across the gardens.

They had bald head's that glinted blue under the morning sun. Some kind of cloth, not clothing, wrapped tightly around there body's so tightly that what came

And went

And came again...was...

"Is it grown?" Scoot's voice trailing, they stiffed, eyes and ears straining against the loud, sticetto of there boat's to hear a whine, and pop of the boomstick. Would they feel it? Would one escape able in those last moment's know with cold certain that her friends where dead.

That more then anything made them draw closer still. Flank to flank. Cutie mark to cutie mark.

Bird song, Hunter Swallow by the sound warbled in the distance. A street seller started screaming and beguiling uneager customer's.

Rainbow's turquise eyes went to the sun watching it's low lazy flight across the blue horizon.

They blinked, Scoot's hoove rubbed light circles into wet green of the bush, no justle of branches thick with dew, only a circle, a hazy left right, left right.

Rainbow looked down and to the left. She saw a hint of orange.

Scoot's. She thought with tremble.

I can't protect you.

Now this might go into a novel or it might just stay here. Either way I think this a breakthrough in my understanding of craft and action when it comes to writing. Since there is different feeling in my brain as I write stream of consciousness then just...say with a scene in mind.

In my onion the results are there.

Have a good morning! Hope those among you at work have a swell path before! And you eat some yummy food!

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