What is #WriteThurs? A writing hashtag game where a new theme is posted every Thursday, and you share your lines; from poems, to snippets from your WIPs.
How can you participate? Simple! Just tweet your line with the hashtag!
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...y'all went to work this morning in -22 F degrees. Have I mentioned this is my first winter living in the midwest? 🤣 And thus the cold theme continues for #WriteThurs.
Your theme for Thursday, January 31st is BITTER.
Share lines. Or complain about the cold. Whichever. 🤷🏽♀️
As he sat down on the bed to put on his socks&thick-soled boots, he noticed the blood stains on the sheets. He winced, thinking of the pain he’d caused her. Yet, he felt pride, too. Melody had given him a precious gift. Why? Because she loved him. #loveonfire#book1#WriteThurs
I'd opened the gift box & found the magical wand I'd asked Santa for. "Thank you!"
That year, bullies ran from me, my parents doted on me & teachers slapped me with A's. It was the best year of my life.
Until I turned my sister into a shih tzu.
#Thurstale#thurds#WriteThurs
“...[I]t's going to be a #dull December without you Dad,” Nancy replied. “Come here darling...” He lifted her up, “Don't worry sugar, I'll get you a #fancy#gift on my way back okay?”
“OK, #thanks Dad.”
She wrapped her arms around him...
#Thurstale#ThursPeak#WriteThurs#Thurds
"You again! What the hell are you doing here?"
"I'm taking back what is rightfully mine!" Dezka bellowed.
"I mean, you did give it to me as a gift," Dan muttered, "so I'm not sure it's rightfully yours anymore."
"I'm taking back what is wrongfully mine!"
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Idk about you guys, but with temps supposed to hit the negatives tomorrow, I'm looking forward to a day in the somewhat near future where the weather's warm...
Your #WriteThurs theme for Thursday, January 24th is ANTICIPATE.
Whether it's the beginning, middle, or end of one --our MCs are on their own personal adventure. Your #WriteThurs theme for Thursday, January 17th is JOURNEY!
In this, I had badly underestimated Siobhán's gift for deception detection; she saw through my flimsy attempt at manipulation with impunity, and gave me one of her patented arched-eyebrow glares by way of an official reprimand.
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Clare watched with morbid fascination as hundreds of Gifteds swarmed the city streets. Their murderous expressions filled the HoloViewer. Effigies of Clare and Eli hung on every corner, each one desecrated and violated in a more horrendous manner than the last. #WriteThurs
Expensive presents wrapped in gold couldn't capture my attention more than lumpy packages kept together by tape and a few staples for good measure. My little sister's gleeful face when we hang her handmade ornaments is magic embodied. #Thurds#ThursTale#ThursPeak#WriteThurs
An engagement gift, he thought with a sour taste in his mouth. Shiro had made no mention of an official betrothal to Mitsu. But he read it in his master’s unseeing gaze, his long silences, the way he forgot Mitsu was even near him sometimes. #WriteThurs
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she leans into me
making herself
cozy
upon my flesh
as if knowing
the truth of my heart
had always been
held in the promise
of her grasp
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#poetry#micropoetry#poetrycommunity
Her nickname, which was told to me in confidence, suggested her veneer of innocence could be cracked with minimal effort. The sobriquet suggested one who plays with fire and finds coziness among the ensuing flames.
#Thurstale#WriteThurs#FlashThursday
I could hear something, a whisper on the wind…something not quite right, but not quite different. Something about it was familiar, safe. It was a lullaby, a sweet song on a sleepless night. Words clear as glass, smooth as the wood of a shiny black guitar. #WriteThurs
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It didn’t matter to Apollo if Ares was a liar or not. What mattered was how cozy and warm he felt in Ares’ arms. It felt like the word couldn’t get him as long as Ares held him. #amwritingromance