#writingwip

[rhokisb]

The large man looked down at the half-Orc and frowned, “And she’s sure that you’re the ones for this quest.”

“In the flesh, as it were.” Dank said, tilting his head like a child. The man shook his head, “Gods help us all.”

“Do you want to be my friend?” Orlogg asked and the group groaned.

“Not particularly, no?” The man replied. The half-Orc gazed into the flames and said nothing at that. “You all do realize that you’re meant to be the ones to save the world, do you not?” Vestare puffed her cheeks and sat down next to Orlogg, extending her hands towards the flames.

~Day 43 of Weyard snips~

[thecontemporarychangeling]

Love knows no bounds, not even those of the natural world.

So this blog is mainly for me to keep track of my progress as a writer and author of my dearest project, a fantasy-romance book, on which idea I've been writing on for the last 8 years.

I used to think that its a passion for my very own closet alone and I kept it hidden like a precious gem. Though it was probably for the best that no one got to see those messy first drafts, I am now at a point where I can imagine talking about it. I don't expect anyone to have interest in it, but I sure do like thinking about it and I believe a blog is a great way to start.

I'm using midjourney to create characters, places and moods. For all I can say that although I hope there is a way that the artists that provided all the data for it to learn from are in someway compensated, I am very thankful for the opportunity of creating visuals based on my own prompts. I attached a few - let's see if they stick around until the books are published or if I will change them soon.

Have a great day everyone. Choose to be kind.

"There's something undeniably magical about falling in love with a supernatural being."

[pale-moonyart]

I’m Finally Starting To Seriously Write The Story. Planning And Details Started Tonight. It’s Even All Colour Coded. ______________________ #story #write #writing #writersofinstagram #originalcharacter #originalstory #wip #writingwip #stories #oc #ocs #originalcharacters #notebook #planning #storyplanning #autisticwriter #begginerwriter #newstory #faeandfiáin #irishfolklore #irishwriter #fairy #folklore #irishfairy #celticfolklore #irishstory #puka #kelpie #gelpen #characterplanning https://www.instagram.com/p/CnQM0xPIQ7h/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[kiwi-star11]

🔥☯️⛩️My KFP Project Notebook!⛩️☯️🔥

#KungFuPanda #KungFuPandaParody #fanfiction #project #kungfupanda2 #kungfupanda3 #kungfupanda4 #writingWIP #writingprocess #OCinsert #reader #writer

Project: Rise Again From Ashes

Context: About a otherworldly human girl who ends up in the KFP universe just to learn martial arts and relearns what was claimed to be "lost" before returning back to where ever or whenever she came from.

I'll post my characters elsewhere with links to their bios and basic info. But I'll post the stories on Ao3, Tumblr, Wattpad, and maybe even Guilded.

[travelingcamera95]

Some quotes from my WIP.

[author-ml-mckenzie]

A snippet from my work in progress, The Curse of Being Gifted. 

[raywritesstories]

[image description: an orange full moon partly covered by the silhouettes of bushes over a dark blue sky. in the centre, white serif font reads “writeblr introduction.” / end id] [image via @avakrahn​] 

INTRODUCTION.

about me.

my name is ray. i’m 26 years old. she/her. i live in new york city, and am an mfa student concentrating in fiction.

i studied law in the u.k. and the u.s. and hated it in both places.

i write literary fiction, magical realism, and fantasy.

i am obsessed with beautiful prose.

i currently have several WIPs which i will begin posting about here. 

other random tidbits about me:

i am a semi-competitive pokemon player and was the president of my undergraduate university’s pokemon club.

i am obsessed with animals of all kinds. especially dinosaurs, cats, fish, and bugs. i have 11 fishtanks.

i play magic the gathering.

i love fashion, but only the slow kind. i have been shopping 100% slow fashion for over seven years. i tried to be a fashion blogger once and failed. 

i decorate cakes.

i have terrible taste in music.

i hate planning trips, but am excellent at packing for weeks in only a carry-on.

i would really love some writing friends! just drop a follow or a message and let’s chat about writing or whatever.

[swampertspawner]

Château Crépuscule (wip)

Context: Hannah is my drow shadow sorcerer that I'm currently playing in a campaign. She is the princess to an evil kingdom, which is essentially fascist fake France. Hope you enjoy!

Hannah walked through the halls of Château Crépuscule, a small, spiky ball in her hand she played with as she went. There was no particular reason to her going through the castle; her studies for the day were complete and she wasn't interested much in reading their library. Despite being a younger elf, she still thought herself capable enough not needing to read any more than she needed to. Even if she did want to sit down and read, the words seemed to escape her and eventually she started staring into space until she snapped herself back into reading and absorbing. That was too much trouble, she thought, and was restless enough most of the time that going around the castle was a better use of her energy.

As she walked, she eventually came upon a large window that opened to the vast underground city of Minuit. Despite being underground, freshly fallen snow managed to fall gently down into the streets. We all have grandmother to thank for that, she thought to herself, I must say it's quite the pretty sight. She leaned onto the windowsill, staring out into the distance and sighing. I still wish Father would let me outside the city, at least. I'm nearly 102 already, surely he'd think I'm old enough.

"You seem to be more bored than usual, sister," a voice piped up from behind her. She turned around, seeing a bright face she detested and a smile she liked to loathe coming up from a few feet away. "Hello, Olivier," she replied to her brother. "Don't you have peasants you need to be feeding?"

Olivier simply laughed it off, though the smallest trace of a cringe evident in his eyes. "Well mother's relief operation isn't for a few days, so no. I won't be feeding any until then." Hannah rolled her eyes as she faced back out of the window, her brother joining beside her.

"What is it about those overdwellers you like so much anyway? It's not like they're worth the queen's time, let alone the crown prince's."

Olivier raised an eyebrow to this "And what makes them unworthy, pray tell?"

[a-d-silver]

⁣Hey guys, 🖼🎨🖼🎨🖼🎨🖼🎨🖼🎨⠀ It's been a while since I did a WIP update and after doing some outlining I have realised that l only have 9 more chapters to go before l finish the 2nd draft of my WIP 😆 Also this painting was made by my sister ( @emmasilveira227 ) who gave it to me as a birthday present, l love it so much that l just had to share it. 😍⠀ ⠀ ⁉️How far along are you on your WIP? ⠀ #wip #writingcommunity #writing #aspiringauthor #amwriting #bookcommunity #pinting #artphotography #paintings #amwritingfantasy #amwritingfiction #amwritingromance #a.dsilver #writinginspiration #writingwip #bookstagram #writersofbookstagram #writersofinstagram #writersofig #indiwriter #bookideas #photo #photographer #artoftheday #artist #loveartwork #writingprocess #books #outdoorphotography #wolfpainting (at Sydney, Australia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CTWJ94AvIQG/?utm_medium=tumblr

[skiiwriting]

Excerpt:

Rebel (working title)

Chapter One: Could Have Been Me

*mild gore warning below the cutoff*

**--**--**

Humanoid shadows move about in alleyways as I reach closer to downtown, though I’m mostly left to my own devices. I am not the usual target for ladies of the night. I’ll get a call once in a while, though. While I’ve been tempted, I know I have neither the money nor the iron will to go through with anything much. One woman wears a sea green top and ripped white pants that reach her upper thigh, if you can even call them pants. They look like denim underwear briefs. She compliments my jacket, which I respond with a curt; “Thank you,” before continuing on my way. Not twenty yards away, there is a girl with tan skin, brown hair and long, toned legs giggling and clinging to the arm of an unattractive man older than my father. Her clothes detail her job. The navy blue bralette with lace straps and the faded black pants studded with metal make it all too obvious. I hope it is at least worth her while. You could pay me no amount of money to entertain spoiled, old men. 

My slow, leisurely walk turned into a jog, and then a full-fledged sprint as I got closer and closer to downtown. I ran through a large puddle of mud and it sprayed my boots, some getting on the outside of my shins. Grabbing my bag to keep the clasp from coming undone, I held it close to my chest. I wasn’t about to lose my sketchbook yet. It’s not like we could quite afford another one at the moment, so until we had extra, I’d have to continue the already crammed-full pages. 

When I can see the pale yellow confectionary store with the peeling gold letters stuck to the large window that showed an array of hard candies and small pastries, I branched off down the road, going down an alleyway between a row of shabby apartments and a sewing factory. 

The alleyway was devoid of other life forms, which let me breathe a sigh of relief. Smoke poured from chimneys in the apartments, and trash littered the alleyway. I skirted around a bag of garbage that smelled as if it had sat in the sun for a few days. Eyes straying to the ground, I saw a cat, or what was left. It was an awfully pitiful thing, long dead with a large gauge in its side. Flies buzzed around the wound, resting in the blood-matted ginger fur and on a sliver of bloody white which I realized was a rib. Its mouth and eyes were open as if it had died of shock. I curled my lip and looked away. Poor creature. 

Continuing on my way, I knocked on a windowsill, leaning back into my left hip. When there was no answer, I tapped on the glass only louder this time. 

The boy who came to the window has obviously just woken up, half of his sandy blonde hair sticking up at an odd angle and he moved with slow, sluggish movements. “What’dya want?” He slurred his way through his words as if he were still half-asleep.

“I need to talk to your mom. Is she awake?”

[planetgaypanic]

yall wanna hear about my WIP

no?  well you dont get a choice 🙃 

essentially it’s a revisionist retelling of the story of the devil.  i think it’s time that non-religious people starting looking at the bible/christianity from a scholarly POV.  i’m an atheist.  however i’m not here to disrespect the bible or christians and i intend to do my share of research to portray your religion and bible respectfully even though some of you ✨don’t bother to be respectful with other cultures or religions✨ 

anyways my idea comes from the fact that the early christian church used elements of ancient non-christian religions to make it appear more fearful.  the symbol of a horned god can be linked to a number of ancient deities, including the greek god pan.  if you look at the names of some demons, many of them can easily be linked to god/deities from other religions. and the very same goes for the devil.  in fact, we only think of the devil by the name of Lucifer because of a translation error made in the 17th century in the king james bible.   

the name Lucifer comes from the latin word lucifer, which was also the name of the deity who was the personification of the morning star in roman mythology (in greek myth he was phosphorus).  the same can also be said for the name of devil being satan.  like lucifer, it was also a word rather than a name, it meant “adversary”. anyways, my story follows the god phosphorus.  he is the personification of the morning star along with other pagan gods, who represent the natural elements.  one day, they are killed by a newer and more powerful being - god.  he spares phosphorus, changes his name to lucifer, and lets him live among his angels as the angel of light.  anyways long story short, adam, eve, and the demon lilith are involved and dante alighieri gets a cameo at the end 

anyways dm me or rb if you’re interested or if you have any recommendations for sources/similar works.  

[rhokisb]

“We were only here for the gold these two idiots promised. Perhaps you are mistaken, and it is really these two who are the problem?” Shenzu argued, his tail swishing against the ground behind him. Sheba shook her head, “I’m afraid not, Warrior. The myth foretells a group of six, destined to save all Weyard from the unnamed.”

“The unnamed what?” Dante asked.

“We, those of us who are ancient, do not speak of it. It is far more likely that the darkness of the nameless is responsible for the event in Garo than anything else. You wander along a path towards the eye of the sleeping one, and should it be awakened, everything will end. The first step to you not disturbing the unnamed is to not know of it.”

“It’s a nameless beast? I can strike it down.” Armand hoisted his war hammer as it crackled with energy. Sheba shook her head.

“I admire your strength. But you do not understand. Some things were locked away long ago for a reason. This should never have come to pass, yet was always written to. The one you seek has upset the balance, learned too much, and hungers for more. Until they are stopped, this world will know nothing but suffering.” She went to a nearby apple tree and picked a ripe, red apple. Holding it in one light green hand, the apple withered and decayed within seconds.

“This is a crude example of what the unnamed will do, should it be allowed to escape. Not a soul alive will be able to stop it or fight against it should it be unleashed. In all my years, I never thought I would live to see the day where the Six should be standing in front of me.” Orlogg used his hand and bumped Dante in his thigh, mouthing “the Six” at his friend. Dante rolled his eyes, “Look, I appreciate all the chatter and the insistence that we are some band of heroes who can stop a great evil, but to be honest: I’m a whore. This is a whole lot of not bed-work for you to be directing at me. That’s not what I’m really about, and this one,” He pointed at Orlogg sitting beside him pulling grass from the ground, “He’s half an idiot and a herbalist. You’ve got the wrong people, at least with us two. Maybe the drunkard, too.” Vestare swore and spit on the ground, glaring at Dante.

~Day 32 of Weyard snips~

[thebookishlydiaries]

I’m Dangerous.

The only way I can save her is by not knowing her at all.

The closer she gets to me the more danger I put her in.

I'm not normal. I’m not like her.

[bestwishes86]

Queen of the Laura's

The pair of adults sat opposite each other in a booth in the non smoking section of Laura's Roadside diner. The diner has stood beside the stretch of road leading up to the large forests and mountains where the coal mines and lumber mills live. Providing numerous jobs to the town below. Pastel yellow and while colored walls, decorated with photos of Laura's favorite customers smile out from there simple wood frames. It had been a long time since Laura Mactavish stepped foot into the diner. There was only Crazy Larry taking up two booths for his lecture on Cats as Aliens to the empty seats.

Laura Mactavish had loved Crazy Larry before he had "Seen the Light". Back then his name had been Larry Right, the owner of the thrift store and pawn shop. The "Light" Larry had seen was that of the moonlight glistening off the translucent, nubile bodies of Siren's. They lay across the creek bed under full moons. It wasn't the light that had driven Larry out of his mind, but the fury of an angry Laura. To every manager or owner of Laura's Diner there was a promise that Crazy Larry could eat for free. And he did, not often but he did appear for a stack of pancakes and two boiled eggs.

The current owner of the restaurant, a vivacious thirty two year old strawberry blond woman with jade green eyes and a smart mouth named Vi sat across from David. Her face a mixture of good humor and utter embarrassment. Only a year separated the two in age, but Vi acted as if she were David's adopted big sister.  She sipped her coffee. Black like her heart and spoke after being silent for a good five minutes after hearing David's latest story about Hailey. 

"You're the worst dad ever…" She said as she tipped a cigarette out of her pack of them and lit it. 

"I knowwwwww," David said as he brought his head down hard on the cheap wooden table of the booth, hard enough to make Vi wince.  She blew smoke at him and his olive toned face came up scrunched like a cute Gargoyle and she reached over and squeezed his baby cheeks which made him glare at her. 

"You Can't Smoke here," David grumped as he rubbed his forehead. 

"News Flash Babycakes. I OWN THE PLACE," Vi said and smiled when Crazy Larry applauded her loud voice. He grinned at her and bowed as if she were a queen. 

[candlelitwriting]

Start of something I'm working on

CHARGE COMPLETE

STARTING SYSTEM

My eyes open. A fake window, a couch, a girl. She plays on the floor, chasing the cat with toy trucks. The cat meows sticks its tail into the wall and starts charging. 

“Sed! You’re awake!” The girl says, smiling at me. 

“Is your mother gone?” I unplug my finger and walk into the kitchen, where the remnants of Taz’s mum’s breakfast are still visible. 

She comes and holds my skirt. “She just left.”

“Did she give you breakfast?”

Tazanna shakes her head. I frown and pick her up to place her on the island. 

“Can you make me pancakes?” She asks, playing with the hem of her butterfly pyjamas. 

I sigh, looking into the fridge. Old grapes, half full cans of soda, a bowl of leftover cereal.

“I’m sorry, it looks like your mother hasn’t gone shopping yet.” I hand her the cereal, she frowns. 

“She hasn’t gone shopping in weeks, Sed. Can’t you go?”

[...]

I take a solid coloured shirt, some overalls, underwear, and socks from her dresser and start putting them on her automatically, with more efficiency than a human could ever muster. Taz rushes out of the room when I’m done. 

I produce a programmed sigh and walk down the stairs once again, only to see the girl trying to unplug the cat’s tail. 

“Tazanna, what are you doing?”

“I want to play!” The cat’s code keeps her from interrupting its charge. 

I kneel in front of her. “Tiger needs to sleep, just like you and me.”

She frowns, “Why didn’t he sleep at night, just like the rest of us?”

“Well, first of all, cats need to sleep way more than humans do. Also, at night, Tiger was out getting you a present. Come on!” I take her small hand and drag her to the back door. “Now remember, no looking!”

She covers her eyes with her other hand but keeps looking through her fingers. 

“Taz…”

Her lips turn into a mischievous smile, but she closes her hand before I open the door. 

We are hit by a wave of hot air that makes the hairs on Tazanna’s arms stand. Without letting go of her hand I crouch and pick up a box the size of my thumb from the dirt floor. No grass has grown yet, no plants, no flowers. How long have we been waiting? I’ve lost track. 

“Can I look yet?” 

“Wait.” I look up at the sky. Still red. Still like a fire burning over us.

I close the door. 

[snowwritesall]

Writing update #2 Anathema + new WIP!

Hi folks, hope y'all have been doing well and staying healthy - I've had a pretty trying week and my financial situation is gonna be tight at best for the next few months but I'm still trying to maintain a positive outlook. With that being said, I'm gonna give you guys some updates and excerpts on my current WIP, Anathema, and a new novel that I started the other day (yes I'm well aware I have way too many wips but I'm dumb and listen to no one's advice :)

Anyway, that being said, onto the updates!

Anathema is my surreal sci fi novel that I came up with last year and has spent many months under development. A brief summary on the novel for you!

The tea on my novel: 

I absolutely love the concept of my novel - keeping in mind that there is a lot of the plot hidden because I don’t want to spoil the entire book - however, there are a lot of things that need work. Seraph - my main character - still feels a little flimsy and underdeveloped - as well as my side characters, who have had limited interactions with Seraph throughout the novel as far - mainly due to the reason that I’ve been focusing on narrative rather than characters. The next thing that I’m finding is a problem is that there’s barely any dialogue between what character interaction I do have. I’ve been focusing a lot on the vibe and feeling of my book - I really want to create an eerie, almost alien feel, without being fully horroresque - think Coraline x Limbo. 

The things that I do like about my novel: 

- I really love the literary devices that I’ve come up with to help give the story that eerie vibe I want. 

a) Really weird rhetorical questions

b) interjections of two unknown characters that comment on Seraph and his friends when they’re together

c) POV of animals and inanimate objects 

Here are some examples of both: 

a)  Really weird rhetorical questions

The wind seems strangely muted to Seraph, as if moving through a half-awake dream, or sinking in murky water that chills the bones.

Why does the water hurt? This is only one of the questions hurtling through his mind, but there are many more barrelling inside his head; a turbulent chamber of thoughts and unspoken quandaries that crescendo in the night hour. He is curious. And that - that, is what will save him.  

ai)

The beetles crawl up the blackened bark, wings glistening from between the cracks. They make soft, chittering noises as they climb aimlessly up the branch. Their path is strangely linear, their wings a malachite soaked fluorescent in the bitter, fuse sharp breeze. If they were to travel down the length of Seraph's spine; their strange, crackled wings fluttering against his ashen, ghostly skin; they would calm him as they walked up the shallow curve of his spine and nestled in his hair, a dim saucer of moonlight that they would bathe in.

Is the moon ever lonely?

b)   Interjections of two unknown characters that comment on Seraph and his friends when they’re together

“What was it like?”

His voice shakes as he asks, still staring at his hands. Wilbur is teething his lip, his jaw hardening like clay left in the sun.

  “Were there others? Are we the only ones left?”

Are we the only ones left?

They both look scared, don’t they?

     No. Not scared. Doomed.

Why are they doomed?

      Because they were never meant to be here.

Wilbur continues to stare out at the forest, and after a moment takes a few steps forward, shoveling his feet into the soil; the wind rifling through his clothes. He looks like a scarecrow made of marble, distant, ghostly - not real.

  Were any of them real?

c) POV’s of animals 

Seraph had stroked the snake gently, the scales cold and undulating under his fingers, the snake mothers eyes dark and pupils, her nose nudging the wings of the fledglings.

“Don’t eat your babies, mother snake. They love you. Don’t leave them.”

I have found my new children. My own children were buried in a sandstorm, and I milked my venom from my teeth on the carcass of a deer. There was no one to sing them to sleep as they died. I will listen to this strange boy. I will take care of my children.

I will not leave them.

ci) 

The forest is very cold for us. Even we, with our wings like a shield and a fur coat, even we feel the wind. The bark splinters are like earthquakes under our feet, even though there have been no earthquakes for centuries. We remember. We remember when the earth shook and trembled, and when we would seek shelter amongst the splintering trees and scuttle for cover under broken fern leaves. He comes to see us. The boy with curious eyes that glint like the rock in the sky, his hands are as pale as the eggs the birds lay. He brushes his fingers across our coats, and we shiver; with a strange fear and an even stranger contentment. We are not alone.

 He is not alone. 

Here are some excerpts from the novel that I really like: 

- POV of the boy that drowned in the lake. Seraph remembers this when he looks at the jars of butterflies that he keeps on his windowsill. The clear, glossy surface reminds him of how the lake looked when he watched some of the village men pull the boy’s body out of the lake. 

- Seraph is remembering the first time that one of the children stuck their head in the guillotine in the schoolyard. He remembers thinking how odd it was that they would have something so dangerous where children could find it. Maybe they wanted them to use it. 

Seraph is watching his school teacher polish the guillotine blade through the cover of pine trees. One of his friends, Beluah, creeps up behind him and startles him. They both watch the teacher and talk. 

More commentary of Seraph and Beluah watching the teacher together: 

Okay, that’s all on this novel for now, onto the new WIP! 

Basically, this idea arose from two things - I felt like I was constantly writing in the same sort of style - ie, cold rivers, frost, rain, foggy forests - and I was majorly inspired by Fairytales for Wilde Girls by Alysse Near. This woman has an absolutely INCREDIBLE writing style - I would compare it to the bright and shiny treasures that magpies collect, and her plot and characters are amazing; so a big part of why I’m writing this is because of her. 

The characters appeared really easily to me, and after only a few minutes, I already could feel them writhing around alive inside my mind. But, before I tell you about the characters, a summary of the novel for you! 

When three dead girls show up at school with flowers where their eyes should be and birds living in their chests, Ariel isn’t sure what to think. She’s never really been sure what to think, since her mother sells beads and homemade jewelry for a living and her sister is a snake. Well, two snakes, really. Her parents keep strange things in the closet, like elephants with jellyfish swimming in their stomachs and siamese twins with leopard skins in the attic. And then there’s that strange girl that lives in the mirror.

When three dead girls demand to be brought back to life, you start to panic a little when you realise the closest things you’ve made come alive are the ragdolls in your toy chest.

It gets even worse when they tell you you only have a month or they’ll take you back to the underworld with them. Then you really begin to freak out. And begin to have a mental break down in the middle of class which involves involuntary tap dancing (Except the tap dancing is actually crying. Ariel doesn’t own tap dancing shoes. Not even doll tap dancing shoes.)

It doesn’t help when your best friends are literally ragdolls. She actually has a few real friends. I promise.

Now onto my babies/kids/characters! 

Ariel Hakens: 

has a big giant ball of curly red hair that she likes to dye a new colour every week. She likes glitter but also loves black. Big boots and shiny raincoats are a thing. She love to collec. She loves to garden, but her methods are...unorthodox, shall we say. Loves Edgar Allen Poe, and recites it to herself on the way to school. Does she ditch a lot? Maybe. Who knows. Can apparently see the dead and do weird stuff nobody should be able to. Favourite animals are mice and rats. Is fascinated with the legend of the pied piper. Is like a beaver in the fact that she chews pencils. They’re basically like a midnight snack for her. Favourite foods are peanut butter and cherry tarts.

(yes I am fully aware this is Leigh-Anne Pinnock from Little Mix, but this is what she looks like in my head) 

Gwendolyn Spires: 

She is as extra as the name sounds. She dreams of participating in an illegal dance competition in an abandoned subway tunnel. Her mother is the principal of a ballet boarding school, and highly disapproves of her daughter's skateboarding fetish. Her father is completely on board with it, and also her addiction to gumballs and love for all things haunted. Yes, those spell books are completely real. The amount of salt rocks she keeps in her bag would put a shaman to shame. African American. 

Indie Brooks:

 She’s basically a giant nerd, but covered with tattoos. And piercings. She actually needs those glasses, and she refuses to put in contacts for fear that the government will be able to read her mind. She has a conspiracy theory Youtube Channel, but her theories are really??weird??

Think: we are all giant animals living in a zoo for aliens

Does she have evidence: Yes. Is it sketchy evidence? Also yes.

May or may not have broken into area 51.

Native American/Latina.

Callum Prikhill:

pervy, but not in a sexual way. Will he sell you exam answers in exchange for candy? Possibly. Ironically wears caps. Unironically wears light up shoes. Likes sci-fi movies from the early 70’s. Skinny dipped and LOVED it. Is a theater boy. If he were an animal he would be a lizard. His mother is a low-end movie producer and his father is an accountant. Often stays at his nan’s place a lot because she has a hidden bunker under the house and he very much down for that. Because the acoustics are amazing.

The first time Ariel saw the three dead girls sway through the doors of Helkbud Senior Preparatory School, she was whistling Sissyneck while flipping through her collection of rained on vinyls that she’d chanced to pick up from the thrift store, her tanned dewy legs slick with snow and hail as she pushed hot pink cat eye sunglasses up her freckled nose.

They looked like nesting dolls all jumbled up in a lolly bag, corpse candy sucked dry of their colour and watermelon blush that should have twisted their cheeks into marionette smiles.

The girl in the middle wore poppy red heels that spun and shone like a disco ball at a teenage party where the parents were gone for the weekend and everyone was drinking punch mixed with vodka in cheap, crinkly red cups; and was the shortest of the three; yellow daisies and white crocuses growing out of her eye sockets, petals drinking salty tears out of a chipped watering can that dangled over her head.

Hope you enjoyed hearing about my WIPs, and I’ll keep updating about them as I continue to work on them :)

That’s all for now, folks! 

- Bella.