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your presence is mentally draining. every moment i spend with you turns the twisted feeling in my throat and stomach all the more unbearable. all the more torturous. i truly do not know how much longer i can let myself suck up to your ways. i hate the way you make me feel. this is not a love poem. i do not write about someone i have loved romantically. this is not a love poem. this is a poem of realisation. my realisation of your traits that make me want to tear my hair from my head and scream until my throat is raw and bleeding. that would still feel better than the way i feel when i’m with you. when icarus flew too high, when his ego grew too strong, the sun melted his wings, and it punished him. i await the day when you discover that the life you have created for yourself will not always be as perfect as it seems now. why you, you have grown far too proud of it. when the sun punishes you, i will not say ‘i told you so’. though i will not feel an ounce of empathy, for you have turned yourself into a beast that i can no longer feel any emotion rather than anger towards. i long for the day you realise how disgustingly selfish you are. and i will not hold back in letting you know that you’re a horrible human being. you are self absorbed. you only care about yourself. but the problem is; i cannot avoid you. everywhere i am, you are too. i feel trapped. mentally as well as physically. i cannot escape you, and it makes me sick. and i do not know how long i can handle it anymore. you selfish prick.

Here is an excerpt from “Unlocked”, book 2 to the “Unmasked Trilogy”! “Unlocked” will be released September 22, 2021! • #newbook #histoicalfiction #author #authorsofinstagram #youngauthor #youngwriters #book2 #booktwo #theunmaskedtrilogy #unlocked #revolutionarywar #iamwriting https://www.instagram.com/p/CSR_eSbrHjf/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Caligula’s Alphabet A leaf of golden fortune slips dejectedly from his crown, And it shatters as it meets the marble floors of his palace. A single tear falls from his oceanic eyes as he stares at the fractured gilt, Allowing bruised fingers to brush away the shards from his feet. Blood of his uncle’s death stains the silk of his gown, Belated sorrow choking him as he held back an agonised cry. Begging for the day the last gold-plated petal falls from his aching head, Begging for the day his freedom is once again granted. Crucified at the feet of emperors before him, Caligula washes the sin of greed from the trembling hands he has done such wrong with. Crying out for the warmth of his poor mother’s embrace and comfort, Caligula with white knuckles takes his dagger purely to feel the presence of something. Dangerously close is the blade to the emperor’s rapidly rising chest, Digging painfully into the porcelain skin as it threatens to pierce the heart of Rome’s leader. Daring himself to end it all with a single thrust of the silver knife, Daring all of Rome to see the iron blood leak from the wound of their most beloved. Even the most seemingly perfect men hide their guilt from humanity, Eating them alive from the inside out as they swim in their personal lake of grief. Every last inch of the young leader’s body felt numb at the touch of his maiden’s jewelled fingers, Each and every day feeling as if it drew longer and longer in spite of his crimes. Fighting the urge to drive his spear into his beating and broken heart, Finding the peace in himself as he throws it to the marble floors of his dwelling. Fimble fingers loosening the rope that ties his robe to his fragile waist, Fretting the sight of the bleeding wound he had put upon himself. Gilded leaves recess from the branches of the boy’s royalty, Guided by the way of which his ancestors had ruled his land before him. Golden waves of hair sweep idly before his tearful yet anger-ridden eyes, Giving up all hope and love for the people whom of which love him the dearest. High in the dark bell tower lays the body of emperor’s past, Heirs of kings yet to come kneeling before their royal ancestors with pleading eyes and sinful screams. Hear the cries of saddened mothers as her child sinks into the sin of greed and lust, Heaven praised as angels cascade with silver tears leaking from the innocence of their perception. In a state of what seemed to be pure torment and sickness, I heard the cries of emperor Caligula calling out for God’s forgiveness on his hands and knees. Is it such a strange thing to imagine that I felt a sense of empathy for the king? Is it so hard to believe that he had a fragment of purity in his corrupt heart? Jaded Caligula was the from the lack of liveliness in the halls of his humble abode, Just a boy he was when the golden crown was placed idly upon his head with not one ounce of hesitation. Jubilant he had felt when his people kneeled before him and praised his name, Justifying for him the transgression of such acts he had partaken in. Killing himself no longer felt as if it were an option, Kaleidoscopes of sin canvasing his eyes in razor-sharp blindfolds piercing porcelain skin. ‘Kings don’t cry’ is what the emperor told himself as his fingers gripped knots of golden hair, Knuckles white with agony as Rome’s leader begged his lord for ‘one last chance’. ‘Loneliness’ was a bitter word as it fell from Caligula’s bleeding tongue, ‘Love’ felt as if it dug a wound into the boy’s throat as soon as it left his bruised and beaten lips. Let me into your melancholy heart of silver and gold will you please? Lakes of anguish drowning you in its waves of torture and solitude. Mosaics built in the shape of his all-seeing eyes cover the walls like a museum, Museums built purely for his personal pleasure filled with depictions of the women he believed he had loved. Maidens he had promised the world and brides he had threatened to poison if they didn’t perform his bidding, Melting the paint of the canvases with the flame of his aching heart. Not once did I consider that Caligula may have felt guilt for his acts of misdeed, Nor did I believe that the emperor was ever truly happy. Newborns blessed with a kiss upon their fragile heads from the king himself, Never being able to comprehend why their families worshipped such a cruel man. ‘O hear my modest prayer and allow my king to serve for an eternity’ devotees would cry, Only for their pleas to be drowned out by the choked sobs from the throats of Caligula’s victims. ‘O Gods, hear me now’ the worshippers cry at the feet of their emperor, Of course the Gods do not always answer your prayers. Processes of elimination as emperor after emperor’s hearts are pierced by the spear of betrayal, Pleading eyes of Rome’s third emperor as he begs on his bleeding knees. ‘Please’ escapes from his quivering lips as tears of anguish flood from his eyes as if they were rivers, Piling up body upon body of the ones of whom he has betrayed. Queens shield their eyes from the adornment of blood at their feet, Quickly they run to their kings to shield them from the torment. Quietly children weep as their knights are killed before them, Quaintly their blood leaks through the centuries old cracks in the streets. Relishing in the feeling of fame, the emperor lays back idly on his throne of gold, Reality seems shifted as the light from the sun reflects colours from the stained glass windows onto his skin. Riskily his fingers run over the blade of his spear, Reaching the sharp tip he pricks himself and bleeds. Still the scent of his past lover’s lavender perfume lingers in the air, Shifting between the feeling of love and the feeling of hatred. Silently sitting on his golden throne, Silently sitting and waiting for someone to save him from his nightmare in disguise. Timidly he reaches blood-stained fingers out for his silver dagger, Tiredly whispering to himself that the feeling of a knife in his chest would ache less than heartbreak. To the blind eye the young Caligula seemed to have it all, To himself he had nothing. Underneath the moon on a dark August’s night, Underlying in the midnight air you can see the king’s spirit of stars in the ink-like sky. Unsure of the meaning behind the fallen emperor’s bewitching night sky visitation you may think to yourself; Until when will the poor young Caligula be trapped in his inky prison? Viciously the young ruler tears at the silk gowns his admirers have draped him in, Violently he rips them apart from thread to thread. Violet shreds of cotton flow down the marble steps of his palace like rivers of water, Valiantly he throws away the material as he cries out in agony to the gods above him. Waking in fright each morning with a heart racing faster than the blink of an eye, Weeping like a child in the embrace of a quilt once owned by his mother. Washing away the blood of his enemies in the pools of youth surrounding his castle, Wailing in horror at his unforgivable crimes. Xanthic strands of hair sweep before his piercing eyes, Xenas dancing erotically on torn silk sheets for the emperor’s now unexistant pleasure. Xesturgy ceramics line the walls of his marble chamber, Xenodochy now ruled sinful across Rome by the demand of emperor Caligula. Zombie-like the king now lays in a forced slumber, Zany he acts now around the ones he would have once called his friends. Zen no longer a feeling the emperor can find himself acquainted with, Zestless the almighty king once was before he bleeds onto the white marble of his palace. - Olivia Russell 2022

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“The Threat” “Oh look, you tied up my friends.” I look up at him. “You finally did something.” He snorts. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “You have failed before. And you will fail again,” I threaten. “Untie them before anyone gets hurt.” “No, I don’t think I will.” He pulls out a handgun. My smirk falls. “Put down the gun.” “Someone’s going to get hurt here, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“Iced Lemonade” “This place has been abandoned for nineteen years,” Uriah says. “It’s pretty run-down.” My eyes scan the room. It is just as I had imagined it. There is yellow wallpaper peeling off the walls and white dust on the hardwood floor from the popcorn ceiling. A puddle of water had leaked onto the floor from last night’s thunderstorm. There is an empty plate sitting on the dark wooden dining table and a glass of lemonade next to it. There are ice cubes in the lemonade. I draw in a breath. “Someone’s here.”

“The Abernathy Accounts” Pt. 1 “Welcome to International Affairs, Harley,” the middle-aged lady says. She raises a sharp eyebrow. “I assume you will finish every task to the best of your ability, yes?” I nod. “Yes, ma'am.” “Good.” She motions to a younger woman in her late twenties. “This is Special Agent Ginnifer Abernathy, your boss. You will report to her, and all movement must be passed and permitted by her. What she tells you to do comes directly from me. Is this understood?” “Yes, ma'am.” Agent Abernathy offers her hand. “Thank you for joining us, Agent Fox.”

My debut novel, “Unmasked”, is going to publishing on March 3, 2021!!!!!!🥳 Beyond excited to share this project with you! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! The countdown has begun!😎 (Local book signings to be scheduled! I’ll keep y’all updated on those!) •#debutnovel #debut #debutauthor #youngauthor #author #authorsofinstagram #iamwriting #iwroteabook #book #youngwriter #history #historicalfiction #revolutionarywar #fiction #fictionbooks #fictionwriter

so… goals are hard :c Hi! So this was definitely a big goal for me, and I had a lot of hope before the new year. This semester began kicking my ass right away and my goal of writing 30 minutes a day literally disappeared like but its okay!! so i started working on my outline all over again and reviewing my characters and i think a great motivator would be introducing them to yall! so I’m going to start posting a bit about that, who we’re working with and what the story is. hopefully no spoilers but we’ll see. finally, I want to use self-publishing sites like AO3 and Wattpad to gain a following, I have a several books in this series that i want to write and i think having that motivator would really help! so after I finish the first chapter im going to publish it on AO3 as an original work and let it go. I have a HUGE problem with deleting the first draft so hopefully that’ll fix that lol. Overall, i didnt give up, i still want this book to be done sooo bad and I’m ready to write it.

We spent some time with a wonderful and gifted young Jamaican author! Happy Birthday Blessings @abi_sparkes! Continue to grow in grace and Gods favour! . . . #happybirthday #birthdaygirl #birthdayblessings #sapplesphotography #youngauthor #jamaicanqueen #portraitartist #hopegardens #childofgod #reachingGod (at Kingston, Jamaica) https://www.instagram.com/p/CW0-SM5JnEs/?utm_medium=tumblr

Can you believe Camp Nano starts in two days? This is definitely a new season in my life, and compared to even two months ago, everything is COMPLETELY different! My life has been flipped upside-down. The transitions have been fun, and even a bit nerve racking at times. One reason this Nano is so important to me is that I am going to be experimenting with a new writing schedule. It’s definitely going to require more flexibility, but I am up for the challenge! My goal is 40k words, and though that’s a lot, I’m confident that my story is ready to be written. What are your goals for Nano? Are you participating?

Haiz claimed the Sujendea, a reptilian group with long tails and graceful limbs. Their poisonous fangs and sly nature made them excellent spies and assassins, but they were also wonderful merchants. They traded with the Aerajomo for goods they found on distant islands and sold them in the Rrezikuar trading towns. Haiz also gave a choice few of them the gift of kineticism, the ability to manipulate the air. Some Sujendea still claim to have the power, but none have exhibited it for many years. The Aslokhoj were given to Ild, god of fire. The Aslokhoj were nicknamed ‘The People of Ash’, because of their dark, smoky skin and flame-colored hair. Their temperaments were anything but fiery, as they wished to live in peace. Ild encouraged them to amass armies and spread his gospel, slashing and burning as they went. Finally, to Tokë went the Rrezikuar, a horned race with scales and tusks. Despite their terrifying appearances, they were a peaceful people and Tokë taught them mining and masonry. They created beautiful palaces and temples, and their work was known throughout the world. They settled deep in the mountains of Tuash, with several trading towns in the valleys surrounding them.

a new chapter? from THIS author? no way???? so after literal months of not opening ao3 whatsoever, i have a couple new chapters out on my book! any interaction with my stuff is appreciated so so much, so please check them out if you are interested! link is below :) Galactic Abyss - Chapter 4 - adamcantwrite - Galactic Abyss [Archive of Our Own] merci

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I failed Camp Nano this year. Where I am sitting in this photo is what used to be a furniture filled living room. Now, we have a drawer, a fender for our truck, a cabinet, and a pile of towels. There are many rooms in my house that are empty because of the big move we are making, and I am so excited to dive into this new season. I know it’s going to be filled with new characters, a new setting, and a bunch of new plot lines that will grow me in my faith. The month of July was crazy! My goal for Nano this year was to figure out a schedule for my writing. Truthfully, I probably wrote 5K words this month, a majority of that being planning between five different projects. I’ve been in this creative block, one I’m hoping I will break out of soon. But, before I can call not meeting my word count goal a failure, I should think. What have I done this month? I sacrificed my writing to do what? And honestly, when I think of all the amazing people I met, places I got to see, the laughs I had, and the lessons I’ve learned, I can say that I wouldn’t change a thing about it. I was right where God needed me to be: present. There’s always this month, and I am so excited to see what it has in store! How did your Nano go? • #nano #nanojuly #iamwriting #youngauthor #newseason #writersofinstagram #authorsofinstagram #iamawriter #author https://www.instagram.com/p/CSCtboHLGJ3/?utm_medium=tumblr

Some behind-the-scenes filming for my campaign promo video! It took me way too many takes to get this right (ask my sister @adriennelirio lol). She was kind enough to help me with filming and setting up. And thanks to the best aunt for letting me use her office! Video will come out on November 16 with my book pre-sale campaign. Can’t wait! :) . . . . . . . . #author #youngauthor #publishing #writingabook #bookexperience #lovetowrite #reading #gapyear #newexperiences #covidgapyear #timetowrite #promovideo #videoamateur #prelaunchcampaign #presale #bookpresale #supportauthors #supportartists #behindthescenes #novemeber (at Boston, Massachusetts) https://www.instagram.com/p/CHbLDb8A6lz/?igshid=10o4xf7gfh0pk

Little known fact — I had my first publishing deal in 1997, at the ripe ol’ age of 13 🤓 #🖋 #📖 Man, I loved that white linen vest and matching pants with the crushed velour shirt. The side bangs and braces, though? Not so much 😂 #youngauthor #youngwriters #publishedauthor #mysterywriter #amateuragathachristie #farfrommnight #miamivice #wannabe ahhh #thegoodolddays #jrhigh (not kind to me socially, but I thrived in my nerd-dom!) #authorsofinstagram #amwriting #waswriting #willalwaysbewriting #relentless the #memoir #outnow (at Warwick, Rhode Island) https://www.instagram.com/p/CGK6tzWHSqI/?igshid=1w4d83ym6x0mb