inkstaineddove

I, like Persephone, have chains around my ankles and hands pulling me down. I too am a ghost among the dead. I too wander down halls of cold obsidian and see eyeless, faceless creatures emerge from the walls to leer at me. I too have been taken, stolen from the life I should have had. Persephone and I were both children of sunshine. We frisked through fields of flowers and wove marigolds into our braids. We stood in the long grass and let the sun warm us, sending delicious warmth all the way down to our bare feet and uncut toenails. We were beautiful, wild children who rolled down hills and swung from trees. Nature loved us. The birds would

Snow was falling in slow scattered flakes as the bright yellow banners of the Holy Roman empire appeared at the gates of Königsberg. Gilbert could just make out the bright color through the flakes. He put his hand on the pommel of his sword, a bastard blade that had ended the life of many men. Those flags had never appeared at his gate, not even when his father was still alive. The proud banners of the empire never came this far into the Eastern frontier. This was one of the farthest outposts of the empire. It was puzzling. The fanfare seemed far too much for just a messenger, so Gilbert couldn't help but wonder what the reason was behi

The bells rang as they always did at Westminster abbey as England walked past coffin after coffin, their carved effigies staring up into the web of colored light made by the stained glass. England could hear the last notes of God Save the Queen dying in the distance, celebrating the reign of Victoria. Now that he had a new queen and a new regime, he should be taking the time to congratulate her. But,he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he didn't walk these crypts again. He was seeking the coffin of the best sovereign he had ever had. He reached the coffin that he was seeking and looked down at the carving. The stone did not accurately

Showing Vs. Telling Demonstrating the Difference Hey, it's me, bloedzuigerbloed (https://www.deviantart.com/bloedzuigerbloed)! Some of you may be familiar with my "Improve Your Writing! Tips and Techniques" and "Characters: Using them, making them, voicing them" journals. While those (excessively long) journals covered many topics, it's time to add a bit more onto each of those by giving the important ideas their own tutorial. Table of Contents Click each item to jump down to it! Introduction to Showing Vs. Telling Why Show? How to Show Instead of Tell When It's Better to Tell Instead of Show TL;DR Introduction to Showing Vs. Telling     You’ve probably experienced for

She leaned further over the dashboard the closer we got to the barricade, where three guards in green toted guns that should have been too heavy.  Their faces remained hard as we approached. "Let me do the talking," I told her. "They're going to let us in, right?" she asked, the hope draining from her face. "They have to, but I know how these guys are.  I'll make sure we get in as soon as possible." She nodded.  "I trust you." We stopped shy of the doors, and a guard took a spot at each side of the car.  I put the windows down and they scanned our eyes, and when the beep produced was satisfactory, the third guard approached my side. "Yo

The closet is dusty and dark. It smells of old wood. Your tiny, bare legs are pressed against the cloth of my uniform, but I can still feel the heat that you emit. The only thing I can see in the shadows is the edge of your jaw line, the faint color of your skin. I ask God to let me touch you one more time, but my limbs feel too heavy to move. Our breathing is synchronized. “I wanted to be a doctor.” “Hush,” I tell you. Your small hand finds mine in the dark. “I wanted to help people. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.” The laugh that comes out of your mouth is heavy and self-deprecating. Your seam