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Dyre Writes

@dyrewrites

Sad Monster and resident coffee gremlin what writes about uncomfortable subjects and fantastical things that lurk in dark places. //This place be full of adult things, enter at your own risk// [tags are your friends] || https://oidyre.wordpress.com/||

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Hello! I am a sad monster what writes uncomfortable stories about terminally disturbed people (and not people). These come in a few flavors with fantasy, romance and cyberpunk being the big ones.

Horror is prevalent in everything I write, so be prepared for that.

I have a plethora of published fiction, all horror, available in ebook and print at many places if you wanna buy disturbed tales that are more than a little gay. You can also throw coffee at me here if that's something you're into.

I use this place to share bits and bobs of whatever I’m currently writing(which, as of now, is a vampire romance novel, a vampire detective series, a long list of horror shorts, a dark fantasy series, two separate urban fantasy series, a horror romance novel, a children's book and like three things it would best no one asked about), as well as cover images, character sketches and the occasional audiobook test. (I also run @sipofsnips and @writeblr-live so if those break, you can yell at me)

So if you’re into the dark and weird, or enjoy characters going through traumatizing events over and over again, you might like what you find here.

//This place be full of adult things, enter at your own risk//

You can find links to all the stuff, what I just mentioned, below.

We laugh at how The Art of War is basically just, "An army can't fight if the soldiers aren't eating," but I'm reading this document about conservation of ancient yew trees and it legitimately says, "You should never fill the center of a hollow yew with concrete," so I think that probably making blatantly obvious statements is just the bane of being a specialist in anything

Ah yeah, that's actually not so bizarre when you know the reasons behind it. Still extremely wrong but understandable at least.

So yew trees are weird. They are extremely long lived with basically no known upper limit to their age. They do this by simply being extremely good at not dying like other trees do.

When a normal tree gets to an old age what usually happens is a fungus gets into their heartwood and takes hold. Their internal, dead wood rots away and they hollow out, lose structural support and collapse. Depending on the species this process can take decades or a good few centuries or so.

While yew trees do hollow out in this way they simply keep going afterwards. A ring shaped yew tree with most of its trunk missing is actually just middle aged and the most ancient yews get even weirder than that.

Wikipedia has this image of a Scottish yew where the start of this hollowing process can be seen. To be clear - for most tree species this would already have been fatal.

The thing is seeing a very old yew in this condition looks wrong to a tree surgeon, it's like the tree is constantly on the verge of death. So, if it's a well loved tree you try and do what you can to stop it from falling apart entirely.

A hundred years ago people tried all sorts of things like chaining up branches and also, yes, plugging the hollowed trunk with concrete. We know better nowadays.

Funnily enough there are even yews that survived this treatment and are still alive today.

This is a picture of the Tisbury yew in 1998 from the Ancient Yew Group, barely a minute ago from the tree's perspective.

Yews are fascinating plants with roots in European culture as ancient as the trees themselves. A few individual specimen trees are even estimated to be around five thousand years old - literally prehistoric in age.

Oh also they do weird things with sex as well sometimes. One of the oldest UK trees, the Fortingall yew appears to partially be turning from male to female on one side. It'll be interesting to see what becomes of it in the next few centuries of its life.

Sorry if this is all stuff you already know, I couldn't resist a chance to infodump about one of my favourite species.

Anonymous asked:

i want to thank you for all you do for the writing community, sips of snips and writeblr live, not to mention your most important contribution: sharing your own writing. thank you for helping keep this community alive :)

Awww. You sweet creature. You have stolen my words, I don't know what to say?

Thank you?

That seems right. Thank you!

I knew another secondary blog would bite me in the ass

I barely touch the news and it doesn't matter because it's so big it is everywhere and it seems to have broken me.

I'm pretty sure everything happening is why my brain is clinging to the easier words. The naughty stuff that feels like candy to write and even when it asks tough questions they're ones I'm used to.

So, I guess, what I am saying is...I probably won't have anything else to share in the writing department for a while and even what I do have is going to be rough and messy.

Brain is soaked in panic and dread and not in a way what is conducive to writing horror stories. More in a tripped survival mode sort of way.

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Marketing with Mitra

Parni holds sharper words but he's a monst'rous crag ans I's faster.

Now yous is mine! Free to roll round alls glimmers ans gloss through Weald ans Wen! Together, snug close ans tight. Yous me shinies now, ans none cracks or snatches me shines.

No crooked words here. Yous is safe.

Safe to peaks me shiniest hide-ways ans fly-ways ans, oh, oh! Me other shines! Little beastie will glow bright for new friend, the bitey tree too me holds...in a turn or two.

I's holds piles ans piles of shimmers to share!

Will new friend rolls with ans peaks all me shines?

Be me new shiny?

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Tagged by @sableglass here

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Jodi narrows her eyes a little but answers. “I still have thirty boxes to sell.”  Thirty boxes at five dollars a box was math I could do. “I’ll buy them.” “Wait, seriously?” Jodi loses her mask of ire for shock, which is mirrored in the gazes of Heather and Tiki. I can’t stand being the center of so much attention at once and try not to squirm under it. I nod. Not that they’re owed an explanation when Jodi could just take my money, but I offer one anyway. “My mother’s been on a health food kick and I’m dying for some processed junk food. It might as well come from a good cause.” I pick up my pencil again and tap it as I think. “I might need some help hiding them though. I don’t think my locker’s big enough.”

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