<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[J.W. ARTHUR - OFFICIAL]]></title><description><![CDATA[Horror/Supernatural Writer]]></description><link>https://www.jwarthurofficial.blog/writcodex</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Fri, 05 Jun 2026 20:36:00 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.jwarthurofficial.blog/ru/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[fracture fragments]]></title><description><![CDATA[AftHERmath by J.W. Arthur I still think of you. Your hair. Eyes. Smile. That trace of perfume. It's left me riven. Skinned. Hollowed. Bereft in my ruin. Copyright MMXXVI by J.W. Arthur]]></description><link>https://www.jwarthurofficial.blog/post/fracture-fragments</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69a773267c30ee3798311d1c</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Apr 2026 21:16:01 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/bb6a66_93e8e150b667496c850a5c882be98c69~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>J.W. Arthur</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[a pantsers sonnet]]></title><description><![CDATA[Writ &#38; Ruin By J.W. Arthur     I gave them breath, my essence sealed in ink, Then loosed each in a cold and darkened place. I sowed the seeds of horror, made them think, And saw life fall to death with fragile grace.   The tales were wrought of woe, their omens grim, My hands were clean as fate would test them all. Each fought their sins and madness bred within, Some lived, most died, and many missed their call.   I’d hoped they’d break beyond by their accord, A path untouched by plot or...]]></description><link>https://www.jwarthurofficial.blog/post/a-pantsers-sonnet</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6994972d31440415cc685ed5</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Apr 2026 21:14:27 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/bb6a66_af3fac5c0e5c4bd4939008f0f71be99f~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>J.W. Arthur</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[within the flickering]]></title><description><![CDATA[InFlection: A Haiku By J.W. Arthur     Death, memories fade; Her smile, like the sun, remains, Foolish pride to blame.     Copyright MMXXV by J.W. Arthur     The title is a deliberate wordplay of introspection and reflection: looking back at what was lost, what remains, and inward at the quiet reckoning of death.]]></description><link>https://www.jwarthurofficial.blog/post/within-the-flickering</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6997cc9c4c11d313e899c1cf</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Apr 2026 21:08:13 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/bb6a66_da67e90cf4074ef5ae426ff9e028ba16~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>J.W. Arthur</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[a horror lament]]></title><description><![CDATA[Mister E. Plummets By J.W. Arthur     A watery grave; my last breath, Blessed deliv’rance from hell left behind. The eternal sleep, an escape, Peace at long last for my unconscious mind. Unmov’d One, spare my soul; end this torment, Under these murky depths, may my pain truly die. Born unto this world a pariah, A monstrous creation of life’s prying eyes.       Copyright MMXXIV by J.W. Arthur       Though this poem touches on a very sensitive subject, it is meant only as a glimpse of someone’s...]]></description><link>https://www.jwarthurofficial.blog/post/a-horror-lament</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6997b9654c11d313e89991f2</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Apr 2026 21:05:01 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/bb6a66_104ce357253d47688e068878aa5ff3a7~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>J.W. Arthur</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[a slow-burning descent]]></title><description><![CDATA[Dyrs Preyr by J.W. Arthur       Whilst I shut mine eyes, I sense its icy stare, this unholy thing, which awaits my last drawn breath. Patient. Inexorable.   Lo, it hides in the darkness ‘round this bedside, its lurking unnerves mine very soul.  Sower of dread—harvesting woe, relishing its undeclared presence.   Begone, I pray thee… a tidal wave of fear engulfeth me. Trouble me not, I beseech ye… prey’r of mortal fright.       Copyright MMXXIV by J.W. Arthur The blank lines inside the poem are...]]></description><link>https://www.jwarthurofficial.blog/post/a-slow-burning-descent</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6994a93e7e0fff3296152b89</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Apr 2026 23:45:54 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/bb6a66_bd677424627b4ee3a9bfbb0f0fe03341~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>J.W. Arthur</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[vernacular dirge]]></title><description><![CDATA[Rime of the Mourning Dead by J.W. Arthur     I received this dreadful call late last night, From a voice of bone-chilling fright. Lo, it whispered in my ear That it feasted on my fears, ‘n my soul would soon fill its appetite. The sheer anticipation in its tone Sent me stumbling, forsaking hearth and home. ‘n as I bolted for my car, Underneath a sea of stars, I felt certain that I was now all alone. Desp’rately, I slammed shut ‘n locked the door, My rattled heart shaken to its very core. As...]]></description><link>https://www.jwarthurofficial.blog/post/vernacular-dirge</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69ae0e4f3fdd64550e6d5dfc</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Mar 2026 00:06:12 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/bb6a66_d6cef09d0d3b47e48da13c8c954fd6ec~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>J.W. Arthur</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[a reverent offering]]></title><description><![CDATA[Fear Not, Dreadnaut By J.W. Arthur     ‘Neath dreadful night skies, I drift off to fears, tucked in by guidance, to navigate and steer. Amidst nightmarish visions, left to wander, I roam, Unearthing within, a grit I’d not known. As horrors take shape, apprehensions prove true, Lo, I’m steady in your keep, a witness to your truth. Against dread now I brace, drawn by darkness, consumed, Lord, my faith it remains, your disciple, through and through.       Copyright MMXXIV by J.W. Arthur.]]></description><link>https://www.jwarthurofficial.blog/post/a-reverent-offering</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69ab7a1495f896866359019e</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Mar 2026 01:08:42 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/bb6a66_03672833c2b34135bcc14fb858e5e3e9~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>J.W. Arthur</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[my literary dna]]></title><description><![CDATA[I’ve always loved poetry. The way each line unfolds, or pivots, or lands can be powerful when it finds its mark. And the shorter the piece, the less margin for error. In truth, I’m still harnessing all of it. And always will be.      The term arrived  holds no meaning for me. After studying under such a gifted author and following the careers of many other greats, I would be pontificating if I allowed myself to feel as such. No, I will always be pushing myself. It’s part of who I am. It’s...]]></description><link>https://www.jwarthurofficial.blog/post/my-literary-dna</link><guid isPermaLink="false">697eb26545fce64fde1d482e</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Feb 2026 01:08:47 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/bb6a66_7492e233734a41ed8fa90a7942cb551a~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>J.W. Arthur</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[the origin of my voice]]></title><description><![CDATA[A relic. Unearthed from childhood. My first attempt to conjure a world. Copyright MCMLXXXII J.W. Arthur.]]></description><link>https://www.jwarthurofficial.blog/post/the-origin-of-my-voice</link><guid isPermaLink="false">697bc482b3cf8ba238493568</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Jan 2026 20:38:07 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/bb6a66_990318c93b1a4d19981cb7f978c720a1~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>J.W. Arthur</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[a creative invocation]]></title><description><![CDATA[Copyright MMXXVI J.W. Arthur. As my voice has emerged, revealing itself within my work, I've found it to be startling.]]></description><link>https://www.jwarthurofficial.blog/post/a-creative-invocation</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69750ba116ee2e05645d4932</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Jan 2026 18:13:05 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/bb6a66_086a87a5373943e8a40442703e3f616c~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>J.W. Arthur</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[where things stand]]></title><description><![CDATA[The attention to detail in my work has been demanding. Given the legacy of my cinematic and literary influences, the standard I hold myself to is understandably high.  Even so, as I edit and revise, I'm increasingly satisfied with what I'm accomplishing.      The manuscript is one of survival horror, and I refuse to hold back when depicting how the characters navigate their apocalyptic setting. For terror to resonate, it must feel authentic. While there are flashes of gruesome intensity, my...]]></description><link>https://www.jwarthurofficial.blog/post/where-things-stand</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6815c3fef547f5de52669e01</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 May 2025 07:29:35 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/bb6a66_468df46233be4fc58b22e2d8341ddb92~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>J.W. Arthur</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[to kill, or not to kill my darlings, that was the question.]]></title><description><![CDATA[My desire to create written work began when I was a boy. Its importance, however, cemented for me later in life. A quiet realization, to produce a piece of art that would outlive my own existence.      I've always been drawn to exceptional character work. So my goal was to create a protagonist for my manuscript that would resonate with readers the same way the great actors and actresses of my time did for me. This was quite simply a dealbreaker.      At first, the protagonist of my manuscript...]]></description><link>https://www.jwarthurofficial.blog/post/to-kill-or-not-to-kill-my-darlings-that-was-the-question</link><guid isPermaLink="false">66fda1ce3e6c6e6febef395e</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Oct 2024 05:32:08 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/bb6a66_b9ac1972610143bfa237c8283a0f5ca0~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_391,h_232,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>J.W. Arthur</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>