Jake Hayes

Sadly, all I see is a whole lotta hot air. Words aren't going to fix this. Votes aren't going to fix this. I hate it, but do any of us really believe that we can use the same old system against something that is working entirely outside of it?

Shirt designs have been on point this week, I'm having a great time drawing again finally. #BROKENSOVEREIGN is certainly slow to launch, but I truly believe in it.

#art #streetwear 🎨🖌️

Romance is/n’t Dead Romance is dead, Fed through the flash and glamour, Filters and swipes, Heart reacts and fat shaming. Days of summer parks, And winter firelight, Finding something— In quiet moments, Long after meeting, Never expecting The spark. Us all as a book, Judged by its cover, Rarely to read the logline, Thrown left At a moment's glance. Twin flames, Close enough to flicker, separate, Contained in palms. Never to touch. Instant gratification, The clear winner— Romance didn't die, We scrolled past The funeral.

Romance is/n't Dead

#poetry #writingcommunity

Every piece of clothing will carry the flame of transformation, forged in the philosophy of The Alchemy of Self. It is for those who seek to leave the spiral of trauma behind, to face the darkness inside, and to emerge tempered, whole, and uncompromised.

This, is the Great Work.
🜏 🜍 ☿ 🜔

You have come to burn. 🜍
Not for glory. ☿
Or light. 🜔
But because there is no other way forward. 🜏
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#poetry #streetwear

The Measure of a Man (Recast) Not in the coin’s cold gleam, nor the metal’s empty weight— does the body find its worth. I have seen men bend spines to gilded idols, cracking their marrow on altars of brass and ledger, their sweat baptismal, Anointing a Deus ex that will never learn their names. They bleed for the hum of gears, the hymn of commerce— and call it purpose. Yet within the ribs, a fire waits: the brief flare of love, the shudder of loss, the searing brand of grief that marks us human. No coin can bind such heat; no vault can cage it. it slips between chains, it smolders through iron— the embers of the soul. And when all labor fails, when the edifice collapses into dust and rusted cogs, only then is the measure found. In hot, torrid life, in the hand held fast, in the voice that speaks your name and eyes that see you— In the heart’s quiet revolt against the tyranny of steel.

The Measure of a Man (Recast)
#poetry

Haven't been doing too much writing lately, since I have 0 WIPs right now (gasp), here's something from a Ten Candles game I'm going to run soon.

#ttrpg #horror #wipsnips 💙🩸

Hey all! I've been super busy lately, but the editing for Volume V of #TheHeavensWept is coming along! I've also been writing poetry quite a lot lately, if you're interested in that, give me a follow on Insta.

#writingcommunity #poetry #horror 💙📚🩸

That's awesome, really close to nailing that style!

The Clarion call of the end, met with a reaction I think we'd all have.

#thekindled #horror #WIPSnips 🩸📚💙

There is always hope, even at the end of the world.

#Horror #WIPSnips 💙📚🩸

The moment of terrifying revelation: the dead no longer stay dead.

#TheKindled #Horror #WIPSnips 🩸📚💙

He knew. Myers knew the whole time and just couldn't admit it, and in his reluctance he doomed them all.

#TheKindled #Horror #WIPSnips 💙📚🩸

Had to [REDACT] names to avoid massive spoilers, but this scene was too good to pass up on posting.

#TheKindled #horror #WIPSnips 🩸📚💙

Hey all! Interested in reading a quick 50k novella that turns the zombie genre on its head? Are you willing to drop a review on Amazon or Goodreads? DM me and I'll send the epub or DOC link right to you for free!

#selfpub #writerslife #thekindled #horror 🩸📚💙

The Tether is monstrous, a shifting lance of euclidean geometry calling out, an insidious wailing in the mind, drawing them closer.

#WIPSnips #horror 💙📚🩸

"Deserve doesn't matter."

#TheKindled #WIPSnips #horror 💙📚🩸

One of those times when the joke becomes a little too real.

#TheKindled #Horror #WIPSnips 🩸📚💙

The Kindled went live just a bit ago!

They’re not mindless. They’re stuck—like vinyl warped by heat, skipping over one unbearable moment again and again.

The Kindled aren’t just dead. They’re what happens when a soul can’t find room in a body anymore.

#selfpub #horror #booksky #horrorbooks 💙📚🩸

I'll have to check it out. Rising tides raise all ships and I believe in supporting my fellow horror writers!

Too many questions and not enough answers in this dying town. #TheKindled releases on Amazon in two days!

#horror #selfpub #wipsnips #booksky 💙📚🩸

If you're interested, it should be ready for purchase within 72 hours! tinyurl.com/JakeHayesAut...

Decided to self publish #TheKindled! Keep an eye out on Amazon.

The dead will rise, burning with a hunger born of something you've never seen before! A genre defying entry for those of us who've seen it all before.

#selfpub #zombieapocalypse #horror 💙📚🩸

Eddie knew before he knew.

#horror #wipsnips 🩸📚💙

The explosive end of chapter Chapter Eight: Knock Twice. Our survivors find that the apocalypse is much worse than they believed.

#horror #wipsnips #TheKindled 💙📚🩸

Milestone moment! A rejection from an entire agency all at once! Chin up!

#writerslife #tradpub

Another excerpt from #TheKindled. The Crossing bar had always been a place of safety for Eddie, now, even with bars on the windows, nowhere feels safe.

#horror #wipsnips 🩸📚💙

The place was dead well before the residents realized it. Another excerpt from #TheKindled.

#wipsnips #horror 💙📚🩸

Horror isn't just about what you write. It's about how you write it.
Here's a quick tip I use in my own stories. Got one of your own?

#HorrorWriting #WritingTips #IndieAuthor #WritersOfBluesky #AmWriting📚💙🩸👀

Horror isn't just about what you write. It's about how you write it.
Here's a quick tip I use in my own stories. Got one of your own?

#HorrorWriting #WritingTips #IndieAuthor #WritersOfBluesky #AmWriting📚💙🩸👀