A candle loses nothing by lighting another candle.
Blood and wounds. Research for novel. Disgusting, but useful for writers.
Writing Prompt: Play a song and have students write what they think goes along with it.
The fire ate at the words, gorged itself on the lives within the pages, tore at the fabric of the worlds between the covers.
THAT's true. I tell this to myself all the time. "What I'm writing right now is simply the SKELETON of the story. A time will come when I will go back through and give these dry bones some flesh."
Imagine just casually giving Death a ring.