Justice is My Copilot @Paperclippe@witches.town

She took a drag off of her cigarette, flicked ash in a practiced way into a little bronze dish.

“I’ll tell you what, though,” she muttered, blowing smoke up to the ceiling, where it hovered around the single exposed bulb like a sooty moth, “JFK didn’t have a hell of a lot to say.”

#writingprompts #writing #promptober

Pals. I finally got my Anders tattoo. I’m so happy. https://witches.town/media/tJslnX6apwS5CpnMtEg

Dearest Margaret: The autumn has been hard. It is now November 1 and my library system still does not have a copy of The Familiar vol 5.

I fear cataloging has forgotten about me, but I must hold out hope.

Tell the children I love them.

Yours in my darkest hour,
-M

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Hey, do you like stories about mysterious networks of tunnels underneath small towns in Indiana?

Do you like it when those networks of tunnels lead to other worlds that are killing the land and leaking evil creatures into reality?

How about when only brunette women with mysteriously acquired magical powers who go by the moniker "El" are the only ones who can stop evil?

THEN CHECK OUT THIS STORY I WROTE FOR NANOWRIMO THREE FUCKING YEARS AGO I'M SORRY I REALLY JUST CAN'T GET OVER THIS

FOR FUCK'S SAKE

Wow. You know how one little thing can just absolutely fucking crush you?

Yeah

That

This is Just to Say

They have not yet fixed
the furnace
that is in
my basement

Forgive me
I am so cranky
so bitter
and so cold

Anyway, Halloween Part 1 was fun. (And yes I’m an unabashed House of Cards fan) https://witches.town/media/1MUWxH7-3KdncpaFfeE https://witches.town/media/uewV6-x7BE3hTYzawTk https://witches.town/media/0R031BHRSy1lqn8CbdA https://witches.town/media/8rDHW5hREscpcamgjfk

Started crocheting porgs and it's forcing me to get really good at my color work.

Only downside is now I have a giant blister on my pinky :|

God I’m hammered

Quiet https://witches.town/media/4g57tsSFw0rd-77knrw

I come back to Masto after a few days away and find the fascists are here too.

I want to help but I feel so powerless everywhere anymore.

I used to feel like I could do something.

So I ball so hard the Chantry wanna fine me
But first templars gotta find me

I just finished writing a post about the witch hunts in England in the mid-1600s and it was so fucking emotionally exhausting that I'm not sure I can do anything else today. I am well and truly destroyed.

Okay. Thanks for sticking with me there. I hate doing promos but you gotta, so I at least try to be funny (and honest) about 'em.

Going live in one hour for my first ever Patreon q&a. It costs a buck. You cannot get a coffee for a buck. What you can get is some really splendid internet weirdness, and what that buck does is helps me be able to not have to work six days a week so I actually have time to write 1) a novel that I post weekly updates to 2) posts about how much I hate Oliver Cromwell and Matthew Hopkins 3) flash fiction every day in November 4) short weird fiction to submit to literary magazines - all at the same time. Plus you get answers to any weird queries you can throw at me at 1pm this afternoon.

I ain't slackin', people. Help a witch out if you can. 💙

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