Sara Luar
@saraluarwriter.bsky.social
Writer, because words are easier when I put them on paper. | Spanish living in the UK and sharing my traditions with my kids (and you) | Fantasy Writer
Spanglish is the official language of the Republic of my Casa
December 4, 2025 at 9:52 AM
Spanglish is the official language of the Republic of my Casa
Toast a la española 🇪🇸. Give me pan and tomate and aceite de oliva and I’m the happiest woman on the earth. Fuet if I feel generous too 🤌
I’m easy to please
I’m easy to please
December 4, 2025 at 9:52 AM
Toast a la española 🇪🇸. Give me pan and tomate and aceite de oliva and I’m the happiest woman on the earth. Fuet if I feel generous too 🤌
I’m easy to please
I’m easy to please
Good morning from Wales 🏴
December 3, 2025 at 8:01 AM
Good morning from Wales 🏴
Chilly morning in Wales 🏴
December 1, 2025 at 8:29 PM
Chilly morning in Wales 🏴
Ideas.
We can’t see them.
Touch them.
Weight them.
They just exist.
They move the world and create extremes.
Ideas.
When we transcend this world, they will remain.
It is the closest to the soul we have, if not the soul itself.
#reflections #TheWorldofIdeas #theCavernMyth #thoughts
We can’t see them.
Touch them.
Weight them.
They just exist.
They move the world and create extremes.
Ideas.
When we transcend this world, they will remain.
It is the closest to the soul we have, if not the soul itself.
#reflections #TheWorldofIdeas #theCavernMyth #thoughts
December 1, 2025 at 8:20 PM
Ideas.
We can’t see them.
Touch them.
Weight them.
They just exist.
They move the world and create extremes.
Ideas.
When we transcend this world, they will remain.
It is the closest to the soul we have, if not the soul itself.
#reflections #TheWorldofIdeas #theCavernMyth #thoughts
We can’t see them.
Touch them.
Weight them.
They just exist.
They move the world and create extremes.
Ideas.
When we transcend this world, they will remain.
It is the closest to the soul we have, if not the soul itself.
#reflections #TheWorldofIdeas #theCavernMyth #thoughts
December 1, 2025 at 8:04 PM
-Yo soy un sueño, un imposible,
vano fantasma de niebla y luz;
soy incorpórea, soy intangible;
no puedo amarte. -¡Oh, ven; ven tú!
Rima XI — Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer
#poemasFavoritos #RimasYLeyendas #amorImposible #escribir
vano fantasma de niebla y luz;
soy incorpórea, soy intangible;
no puedo amarte. -¡Oh, ven; ven tú!
Rima XI — Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer
#poemasFavoritos #RimasYLeyendas #amorImposible #escribir
December 1, 2025 at 8:00 PM
-Yo soy un sueño, un imposible,
vano fantasma de niebla y luz;
soy incorpórea, soy intangible;
no puedo amarte. -¡Oh, ven; ven tú!
Rima XI — Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer
#poemasFavoritos #RimasYLeyendas #amorImposible #escribir
vano fantasma de niebla y luz;
soy incorpórea, soy intangible;
no puedo amarte. -¡Oh, ven; ven tú!
Rima XI — Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer
#poemasFavoritos #RimasYLeyendas #amorImposible #escribir
“I’m going to make a new rug with your skin!” the man shouts.
“You can’t!” I answer. “It is forbidden for you humans to draw Graceblood blood.”
Gabriel looks at me, imploring me to stop talking.
“Please, cousin,” he says. “For all you hold dear, shut your mouth!”
#WIP #writing #fantasyWriting
“You can’t!” I answer. “It is forbidden for you humans to draw Graceblood blood.”
Gabriel looks at me, imploring me to stop talking.
“Please, cousin,” he says. “For all you hold dear, shut your mouth!”
#WIP #writing #fantasyWriting
December 1, 2025 at 7:55 PM
“I’m going to make a new rug with your skin!” the man shouts.
“You can’t!” I answer. “It is forbidden for you humans to draw Graceblood blood.”
Gabriel looks at me, imploring me to stop talking.
“Please, cousin,” he says. “For all you hold dear, shut your mouth!”
#WIP #writing #fantasyWriting
“You can’t!” I answer. “It is forbidden for you humans to draw Graceblood blood.”
Gabriel looks at me, imploring me to stop talking.
“Please, cousin,” he says. “For all you hold dear, shut your mouth!”
#WIP #writing #fantasyWriting
“Dad—” Ramón began, licking his dry lips, “this way we’ll attract more guests.”
“The wrong type of guests, let me tell you,” said Manuel. He rolled up the newspaper.
“In this house, we have cortado. I can learn to tolerate all these other techy changes—but my coffee, boy, stay away from it.”
#write
“The wrong type of guests, let me tell you,” said Manuel. He rolled up the newspaper.
“In this house, we have cortado. I can learn to tolerate all these other techy changes—but my coffee, boy, stay away from it.”
#write
December 1, 2025 at 7:47 PM
“Dad—” Ramón began, licking his dry lips, “this way we’ll attract more guests.”
“The wrong type of guests, let me tell you,” said Manuel. He rolled up the newspaper.
“In this house, we have cortado. I can learn to tolerate all these other techy changes—but my coffee, boy, stay away from it.”
#write
“The wrong type of guests, let me tell you,” said Manuel. He rolled up the newspaper.
“In this house, we have cortado. I can learn to tolerate all these other techy changes—but my coffee, boy, stay away from it.”
#write
Pienso en regresar a España. Y acto seguido en todas las piezas que necesito para hacerlo exitosamente.
Y como siempre, esa idea se desmorona antes incluso de nacer.
#emigrar #EspañolaEnReinoUnido #volverACasa
Y como siempre, esa idea se desmorona antes incluso de nacer.
#emigrar #EspañolaEnReinoUnido #volverACasa
December 1, 2025 at 6:30 PM
Pienso en regresar a España. Y acto seguido en todas las piezas que necesito para hacerlo exitosamente.
Y como siempre, esa idea se desmorona antes incluso de nacer.
#emigrar #EspañolaEnReinoUnido #volverACasa
Y como siempre, esa idea se desmorona antes incluso de nacer.
#emigrar #EspañolaEnReinoUnido #volverACasa
My high school years would have been so different without crossing through Caradhras, exploring the mines of Moria, or having dinner in the cozy home of Tom Bombadil and Goldberry.
#TLOTR #ImLeavingToRivendell
#TLOTR #ImLeavingToRivendell
November 30, 2025 at 10:16 PM
My high school years would have been so different without crossing through Caradhras, exploring the mines of Moria, or having dinner in the cozy home of Tom Bombadil and Goldberry.
#TLOTR #ImLeavingToRivendell
#TLOTR #ImLeavingToRivendell
Reposted by Sara Luar
Yeah, I write for myself. But I also write because I want to hopefully one day give someone the same feeling I have when reading Lord of the Rings, A Song of Ice and Fire, Berserk, One Piece. Things that give me life. Even just giving a fraction of that feeling to someone else would be worth it.
November 30, 2025 at 8:50 PM
Yeah, I write for myself. But I also write because I want to hopefully one day give someone the same feeling I have when reading Lord of the Rings, A Song of Ice and Fire, Berserk, One Piece. Things that give me life. Even just giving a fraction of that feeling to someone else would be worth it.
I was about to close the app and I noticed I had posted only 19 posts.
Unthinkable. Preposterous.
We all know tv volume either finishes on 0 or 5.
Same with posts.
Goodnight.
Unthinkable. Preposterous.
We all know tv volume either finishes on 0 or 5.
Same with posts.
Goodnight.
November 30, 2025 at 10:04 PM
I was about to close the app and I noticed I had posted only 19 posts.
Unthinkable. Preposterous.
We all know tv volume either finishes on 0 or 5.
Same with posts.
Goodnight.
Unthinkable. Preposterous.
We all know tv volume either finishes on 0 or 5.
Same with posts.
Goodnight.
November 30, 2025 at 10:02 PM
Some of the books that came up today during our first romance fantasy book club.
*about my handwriting: my mother expected me to be a doctor.
#bookClub #romantasy #romanceBooks #FantasyBooks
*about my handwriting: my mother expected me to be a doctor.
#bookClub #romantasy #romanceBooks #FantasyBooks
November 30, 2025 at 10:00 PM
Some of the books that came up today during our first romance fantasy book club.
*about my handwriting: my mother expected me to be a doctor.
#bookClub #romantasy #romanceBooks #FantasyBooks
*about my handwriting: my mother expected me to be a doctor.
#bookClub #romantasy #romanceBooks #FantasyBooks
Today I hosted my first book club. I told myself that I would be ok if no one turned up, but reality was that I was petrified.
But they came. We talked about our favourite books.
And it was beautiful, natural, comfortable.
Well worth leaning into the initial discomfort.
But they came. We talked about our favourite books.
And it was beautiful, natural, comfortable.
Well worth leaning into the initial discomfort.
November 30, 2025 at 9:57 PM
Today I hosted my first book club. I told myself that I would be ok if no one turned up, but reality was that I was petrified.
But they came. We talked about our favourite books.
And it was beautiful, natural, comfortable.
Well worth leaning into the initial discomfort.
But they came. We talked about our favourite books.
And it was beautiful, natural, comfortable.
Well worth leaning into the initial discomfort.
I love the power of words.
I can hear, but I choose to listen.
I can see or rather observe.
I can feel and I can touch.
#reflection #wordsMeaning #thePowerOfWords
I can hear, but I choose to listen.
I can see or rather observe.
I can feel and I can touch.
#reflection #wordsMeaning #thePowerOfWords
November 30, 2025 at 9:54 PM
I love the power of words.
I can hear, but I choose to listen.
I can see or rather observe.
I can feel and I can touch.
#reflection #wordsMeaning #thePowerOfWords
I can hear, but I choose to listen.
I can see or rather observe.
I can feel and I can touch.
#reflection #wordsMeaning #thePowerOfWords
I love a Galician word my mother taught me: Morriña.
That longing for your home place.
Winter and Christmas are an especial reminder that I’m far from home. Home, people, culture. Family.
I have morriña today.
That longing for your home place.
Winter and Christmas are an especial reminder that I’m far from home. Home, people, culture. Family.
I have morriña today.
November 30, 2025 at 10:30 AM
I love a Galician word my mother taught me: Morriña.
That longing for your home place.
Winter and Christmas are an especial reminder that I’m far from home. Home, people, culture. Family.
I have morriña today.
That longing for your home place.
Winter and Christmas are an especial reminder that I’m far from home. Home, people, culture. Family.
I have morriña today.
November 30, 2025 at 10:15 AM
If looks could destroy…
November 29, 2025 at 5:28 PM
If looks could destroy…
There is no better feeling than…
Returning to Whiterun after long, sleepless days in the Skyrim mountains.
#gaming #theelderscrolls #Skyrim
Returning to Whiterun after long, sleepless days in the Skyrim mountains.
#gaming #theelderscrolls #Skyrim
a video game character named windhelm guard stands in the snow
ALT: a video game character named windhelm guard stands in the snow
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November 29, 2025 at 1:48 PM
There is no better feeling than…
Returning to Whiterun after long, sleepless days in the Skyrim mountains.
#gaming #theelderscrolls #Skyrim
Returning to Whiterun after long, sleepless days in the Skyrim mountains.
#gaming #theelderscrolls #Skyrim
Reposted by Sara Luar
We love a secret doorway.
📷The secret door in the Library at Osterley, London by John Hammond
📷The secret door in the Library at Osterley, London by John Hammond
November 29, 2025 at 8:43 AM
We love a secret doorway.
📷The secret door in the Library at Osterley, London by John Hammond
📷The secret door in the Library at Osterley, London by John Hammond
Hi, new here! So I thought I would introduce myself before posting more random thoughts.
I’m a writer of fantasy, sprinkled with romance and funny sidekicks. Loving the Welsh weather *cough cough* and writing in between my 7-month-old twins’ naps.
I’m a writer of fantasy, sprinkled with romance and funny sidekicks. Loving the Welsh weather *cough cough* and writing in between my 7-month-old twins’ naps.
November 29, 2025 at 9:33 AM
Hi, new here! So I thought I would introduce myself before posting more random thoughts.
I’m a writer of fantasy, sprinkled with romance and funny sidekicks. Loving the Welsh weather *cough cough* and writing in between my 7-month-old twins’ naps.
I’m a writer of fantasy, sprinkled with romance and funny sidekicks. Loving the Welsh weather *cough cough* and writing in between my 7-month-old twins’ naps.