The breeze is light, the sun is losing brightness with every second that passes, and there you stand, between buildings of heights unimaginable, watching as the world collapses. Please, continue.
Then there was only the ocean and the sky and the figure of Howard Roark.– The Fountainhead, by Ayn Rand (via the-final-sentence)
This tumblr is going to start posting writing prompts for our followers in need of a bit of writing inspiration. If you have any prompt ideas/suggestions, feel free to submit them to our ask! -Schyler
Barbed Wire Open Mic Series: Over It →
Come out to the Percolator and share what it is that you are over this year. This themed open mic is inspired by Eve Ensler’s article “Over It” in the Huffington Post.
Cardiff International Poetry Competition →
50-50 -Langston Hughes
fuckmewithwordss: I’m all alone in this world, she said, Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man. Big Boy opened his mouth and said, Trouble with you is You ain’t got no head! If you had a head and used your mind You could have me with you All the time. She answered, Babe, what must I do? He said, Share your...
Note to All:
We are still accepting submissions! If you are a writer, poet, photographer, artist, etc., I encourage you to submit your work to email@example.com; any questions can be sent here, or directly to the tumblr. Schyler
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