Ok, but who else is drooling over this prose???
DISCLAIMER: this is my original writing, do not use / repurpose / plagiarise the excerpt in any form or way.
hello i was feeling very proud of this chapter— wrote this at one am, too! what a vibe!! who needs a stable sleep schedule anyway!!!— and wanted to share it + also you guys have never actually gotten a full chapter excerpt before so enjoy!! also this is one of the vignette chapters™ so that’s why it’s so short + is told in present tense and in the fictive present. i hope you like it as much as i do! [transcript + taglists under the cut]
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First drafts are fun, easy, as long as I don’t extensively read what I’ve written. I’ve been sitting in libraries. Yesterday I had my first ever chai tea latte.
Thank you @drchenquill and @autism-purgatory for tagging me.
Sharing some excerpts below from Draft 1 of Project Istanbul that are getting scrapped (these scenes didn't survive my developmental revision plan). Hope you enjoy!
TW: addiction, unsafe quitting methods in first snippet.
Gently tagging: @literaryvein @mcplestreet and anyone who wants to participate. Rules are simple: just share some of your writing!
The oak cottage has grown mushy in the rain, susceptible to mold.
The boggy air - a warm, wet rag, plugs my mouth
as I sit and snap split peas into a Blue Black bowl, nostrils blaring
at the stink of rotting leaves.
My hunched figure is molded from swirls of oil, greasy smears
of Yellow Ocher, Permanent Mauve;
colors you’d so thoughtfully selected, seen in me.
Now, under coats of glaze, spotty like a bride’s moth-eaten veil,
I’m just a mute, colorless oval to you.
It’s needless to hide my bloated, decaying face;
you turned away before I could.
Happy WBW! ^^ If you could bring one thing/person/place/etc. from your wip into the real world, which one would it be and why?
Probably Mr. Sinclair, the talking locust from Liquor and Locusts, because although he’s very nihilistic, we’d have a good time drinking brandy and being self-indulgently cynical together.
Ecstatic to say that I’m in that particular writing flow state again. You know which I mean—the one where time and space do not exist.
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I forgot about this short wip, I hope I didn’t lose the actual document now
I wrote this short story a while ago, intending to submit it to some magazines, leaving it to decay chill until I had time off from uni to edit it. Currently busy af w *shiny* new novel, but I wanted to share some of it on here to motivate me to work on it. Alors,,,,,,
genre: spooky lit-fic logline: Trudging through the barren Arizona desert after a night out partying, a group of friends come across a cupcake shop owned by a creepy old lady and her cannibal husband. TW: drug use, dead rats, disturbing cupcake ingredients, murdery elderly people.
Everything had been going well up until I lost my pink sneaker. It jumped into an Uber and drove off waving, never texted or called, leaving me to live my life without protection from sharp objects or raccoon shit lying around my frilly socked feet. Then we missed the last bus.
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WIP Intro:
LAST RITES
tw: disease/pandemic, gore, violence, psychological abuse, detailed medical imagery,
About
MEXICAN GOTHIC X DRACULA X THE STORY OF BURKE & HARE
A queer Gothic Historical Horror set in Victorian Edinburgh ft. mushrooms, cults, the cutting edge of medical science, spooky manors and bodysnatchers.
Synopsis
Dr Ernest Mayweather is the only patient he can't treat. He's dying, and he's looking desperately to find a way to stop it. When a colleague of his at the prestigious University of Edinburgh Medical College discusses the avant-garde idea of using a disease to cure another, he begins a pursuit of the thing that will save his life. It leads him to a strange illness wherein strange flowers and funghi grow within the body. Curious, and keen to study it, he visits Auchindrain House, a sanctuary for the illness run by two mysterious aristocrats and their Italian acquaintance. When the horrifying nature of the house and its occupants come to light, Ernest must soon choose between accepting a quick and quiet death or chasing something potentially endless, with all the blood and horror that might come with it. What will Ernest's conscience allow him to do to survive?
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Status
It currently stands at around 69k, though by the end of this draft I think we'll be looking closer to 120k.
As of October 2023 I'm currently working on the second draft! I did a detailed re-outline after the first draft which I completed in April 2021 for Camp, and now I'm filling in all the extra scenes I need before I rewrite the novel again following the comprehensive developmental editing plan I've made, focussing on adding extra detail and coherence, especially in terms of the plot. I was initially hoping to finish this by the end of October, but at this rate, it's looking like that's not going to happen, so I'll probably pick this up again in February. (One thing you have to know, is that each month I shift projects to another one of those in rotation. I aim to always have one new project, one dev edit project and one later-stage project in rotation at all times to reduce fatigue!)
plz add me to your taglist, this is awesome!!! :oooo
BLUEBEARD by Yah Yah Scholfield / the shining ( dir. stanley kubrick ) / crimson peak ( dir. guillermo del torro ) / revenge horror / about 4.3k words
Wait, but I think this is actually one of the spiciest, most interesting short stories I’ve done! It’s a very tasty commission for @janeaustenwlw, and I’m super happy to have been given a chance to write it!
The plot is simple—a woman is confronted by a ghost; the ghost gives her a task. I really can’t say much else without spoiling the story for you all, and I desperately want you all to enjoy this!
Inspirations for this piece include; Crimson Peak, The Shining ( specifically the character of Wendy Torrance), and the entire genre of revenge-horror films I suppose.
general tag list under the cut! if you’d like to be on my tag list, just dm me!
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These are all so cool, I'd love to be added to your taglists!! 🥺🥺
˒✦ : WRITEBLR ⋅ INTRO ⌁ ◌༉‧. 🌱໑
hi! my name is celeste and i’m new to the writeblr community!
i write under the name celeste ephine (she/her) although, you can just call me celeste. i’m african and native american, seventeen years old, and queer. i have an intj mbti type and my big three are: cap sun, sag moon, and virgo rising. my interests include neuropsychology, witchcraft, podcasts, and romantic academia. oh, and i’m wayy better at descriptions than i am with dialogue.
my writing style is a bit interesting as i tend to write mostly for romantic/dark academia, dark fantasy, psychological thrillers, and historical fiction. i love exploring themes of moral ambiguity, divination, mythology, and the occult. i also write poetry and dabble a bit in prose and screenplay.
here’s a sneak peek at some of my wips:
* - names are subject to change (i’m a tad bit indecisive)
descs are going to be vague since i’ll do a proper intro post for each wip
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒 | psych thriller + dark fantasy
a pagan cult makes blood sacrifices to the gods in an attempt to delay an ancient and horrific force from destroying the world
𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 | dark fantasy
in which a soothsayer and freedom seeker set out on a quest to destroy the remnants of the old gods. for what is existence, without something to exist for?
𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐒𝐄𝐒 | dark fantasy + occult fiction
the bonepicker’s daughter gets more than she bargained for when she seeks refuge in a mad ruler’s city that’s on the verge of war
here’s a few blogs that inspired me to join the community!
@starshots @acrimoneous @laketrials @astolacs @herondalelucies @zalighart @zuiderhaaks
writeblr /// tangents about my wips It’s all lit-fic, mystery, and noir around here Project Istanbul
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