#my book

[aicosu]

[amandacanwrite]

Hey friends! I am doing a super special cover reveal and I could use your help!

I’m sending out a bunch of letters from my main character of my novel With Love, Juniper and I would love if the reading and writing community could help me share it with the world!

With Love, Juniper is a book about a young witch trying to navigate complicated social anxiety issues, learning to live and accept herself the way her loved ones do.

Im sending out handwritten letters, a print of the cover, an additional art print and some stickers all for FREE. All you have to do is fill out this form and I will tend it to you when it’s ready to go!

I’d so appreciate if you can share this post or comment to help it find people who would be interested! If you have any questions, just let me know!

Tagging the list :)

@eldritchx @carrotsinnovember @michael-thepoet @csdarkfantasy @a-crystallen-author @steh-lar-uh-nuhs @sm-writes-chaos

[yourfriendlywriter]

y'alllllllllll i just accidentally foreshadowed smth in my book and it's going harddddddd

[crumbargento]

[historicity-was-already-taken]

#soon

well, fall 2025

[bloodyboi]

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

"𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡. 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞."

"𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠.."

𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

WARNING: GORE AND MURDER.

M/N never expected to kill people for boredom, no never that. For thrills as well. He found undying urges to just take his hands on something, strangle it with his bare hands. Watching the life fall apart inside it. This teen boy wondered if people will understand him. But who would. He was just a "weirdo", a "freak with no loving parents".

Which was surprisingly wrong when his parents cared for him a lot. Even if they divorced. But other than less, his heart rate picks up a lot when just thinking of killing the nuisances of man-kind or just killing people who annoyed him the most.

The girl before him was squirming on the cold tile floor, M/N cold eyes stare a at his so called "classmate" with darkness. That made the girl squirm more as her hands were bounded together. Her legs aimed to kick the boy in his knees, only for it to fail.

The boy grabbed her legs and pinned them down with intense force. The girl squealed out of pain, her eyes tight shut from feeling his cold hands on her calves. She was scared, but that wasn't the right word...no. She was horror-stricken. She never expected the sweet boy in her class to be a murder. Never less target her...all because "he was bored."

The girl shakily opens her eyes, only to make eye contact with those dead eyes of his. She whimpered, feeling chills go from her neck  to her back. The boy pulls his finger to his lips, indicating her to be quiet as he effortlessly lifts her up. The girl was shocked since he always seemed skinny and weak. But the more she thought about it, his shoulders were broad and wide.

The boy sits her down in a chair, his [color] eyes darken seeing her trying to jump out the chair. So the teen boy pulled her slick blonde hair, earning a muffle yelp from the poor girl. Eyes teary as she pleads in her brain for him not to kill her. But it was sure to happen as she heard a clank.

Before she knew it, he stabbed her in the thigh. A wrenched scream filled the air as she thrashes in the chair. Her eyes teared up more as the boy just grips the handle of the knife. Not even caring if his finger prints were now indented into it. A smile curves on his face..he liked to see that pain in peoples eyes..that wonderful scream made him twist the knife more into her thigh. A powerful scream came out again from the said girl.

"I wonder how much more screams you can let out of your pretty, little throat." He says before he lets out the knife from the plushy thigh. Only to stab it in deeper of the girl, the eyes of the girl widened so wide. You could see her pupil clearly like a doctor who just freshly dilated it.

She lets out another piercing scream before her head falls forward, her blonde her covering her face as she breathes heavily from this horrifying pain. She ponders to herself at this moment.

"I'm going to die here..."

Which was true as she was alone with this psychopath. He just smiles and takes the knife out. His heart rate was going wild seeing this girl in so much despair for herself. If he was an anime character, he might as well be a genderbend of Junko Enoshima. His eyes light up before he picked the girls chin up with his pointer finger. He smiles wide like a Cheshire Cat, the girl looks away.

Not wanting to see the face of her kidnapper, but that was a wrong move as the teenager grabs her face with his hand. Clutching her jaw tight to face him. Instead of his light up eyes, it was darkened and empty. No light, no soul in sight.

"Look at me before I cut your insides." He says darkly. The clutch of his hands made the girl shiver as she makes eye contact with him. "Good girl." He says with a grin, but it wasn't a soft, or light one. It was a sinister one. The type of grin a person makes before harming someone even worse. The type a grin a liar makes to their promise lover before cheating on them.

She was too scared to talk to this boy, [M/N] [L/N] wasn't the type to just "talk". He had close friends who he would clearly talk to, but his attitude would change towards people who he didn't know. That's why people thought he was "shy, a freak, a weirdo." All those labels attached to him all throughout school year. And the reason for that, was because of the blonde girl in front of him.

You see, she may seem sweet now. But that's because her life is on stake. She must play her cards correctly if she wants to live. But she's on strike 2, one for trying to harm him, two for trying to thrash out. If she hits strike 3.

It's over.

But that's a little too late isn't it?

The blonde girl heard a door open from the room they were in. As the [hair color] boy looked up from his victim, the girl prayed that it was the cops. Maybe her parents called them for her! Yes, maybe she is saved! The tear filled eyes and tear marks on her flawless cheeks glistened in the shady light.

The door opened to see it was one of the boy's parents. His mother. The girl's eyes widen as she let out a raspy yell, anything to get the attention drawn towards her. The blood from her thigh being stabbed dropped and ruined the school uniform they had to wear at school. It ruined the nice blue cotton skirt, as the boy stares up at his mom with a dead look.

The mother gasped, holding her hands to her mouth. The girl pleaded for her to knock some sense into the boy infront of her. She wanted the mother of this psychopath to be knocked out so she can leave and be home to her family. Her own loving family.

But her hope died....

"[M/N], sweetie...you're suppose to tape her mouth...not just her hands. I'm disappointed." The mother said from her plump lips. She crossed her arms and shakes her head in disapproval. The said son looks down before nodding.  The female classmate's eyes widen more, her lashes feeling the cold breeze and chill she felt ever since she got took down here.

"Y-you're joking right? You can't possibly let your son do this to me! He's a murder and a freak! And low life fuckin freak!" The blond girl yells from her throat. Her eye showed clear anger, confusion, despair..but mostly fear.

The mother's frown turned into a sick sweet smile, hand cupped up to her cheek as she moved towards her beloved son. The mother grabbed the son's hands as the boy didn't even move. His cold gaze never left the floor. He felt his mother put glove on his hands before patting his back and leaving up the stairs from the basement.

"Rip her throat out. She talks too much dear."

And that's the last thing the blonde girl heard before she felt a plunging in her throat. A small croak came out as blood splattered the boy's hand. The boy held that same cold gaze from before as he felt the girl drop her head. With that, he pulled the knife down further, opening that throat of hers. The blood colored her white uniform shirt, dripping down more onto the skirt. [M/N] eyes the skirt but then stood back and look at his hands, covering in latex gloves and blood. His favorite outfit to wear.

"You're fucking repulsive, I might as well let you bleed out whore." He said lastly as he kicks the now deceased girl in her chest. She falls back like a ragdoll, blood spilling from her throat all the way to the cold floor again.

The teenager boy walks up the stairs, glancing at the body before turning off the lights and going to help clean the kitchen for dinner.

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[drlokiren]

Post-interview note: I am happy to report that John Lynch is as lovely and soft-looking as you would expect! He is full of insight, a great storyteller, and was very moving in describing the impact playing Bridgens had on him. I still can’t believe this is my life. He said that Bridgens wound up being the kind of man he wished he was. John, I’m here to tell you that you’re wonderful, and you are more like Bridgens than you realize. I told him that my wife calls her her Bridgens and he said “That’s how you know that you’re living your life right.” I can’t wait to add his insights to my chapter and get this first draft off to the publishers. April 15th is right around the corner!

[flowerandblood]

That night, she cried aloud with her face pressed into her pillow, calling for her beloved, her kindest, cursing him and begging him to relieve her suffering, to prevent her from being given away to any other man, because they had promised each other that they would be together, now and for eternity. It was then that she heard him again − the quiet crackling and rustling outside her window, someone's footsteps so clear that her heart leapt into her throat. She pulled herself up from her bed and looked out of the window, pressing her palms against the glass. A pitiful, low sob escaped from her throat as she spotted a male figure disappearing deep into the dark woods. She got up quickly, putting a warm blanket over herself, and slipped out of her family home in only her nightgown, moving after the mysterious silhouette, wanting to shout for him to stop, fearing, however, that she would startle him. Seeing only the full moon and stars above her, she trudged through the tall shrubs, the needles of the pines and the sharp stones beneath her feet hurting her skin. She knew that in order to reach the cemetery she had to walk straight ahead, and despite her fear, her heart was filled with courage, because for him, for her beloved, she was willing to do anything.

Here is a fragment of my short story, edited by my husband, with an illustration created by me. It refers to Slavic beliefs about wraiths, and the main character believes that her prematurely deceased, beloved husband rose from the dead, longing for her as much as she does for him. In my publication, I will create a whole series of such tales, each telling the story of a different demon. 😌

[mindofserenity]

[alwri-tes]

Back in August, I gave a bookstore 5 copies of Shadow's Hidden Blade to sell.

THEY HAVE OFFICIALLY SOLD THEM ALL!!

[madeleinefjall]

❄️their first kiss ❄️

[thevisualvamp]

March/April 2024 - photo from the book Bohemian Soul - lovely article with lots of photos.

[philicheesecake]

It is here! This comic book is THICK!

Grab yours now on Etsy!

[crumbargento]

[historicity-was-already-taken]

Sometimes, when I feel like my words are flat or stifled or constipated, I pick up The Amber Spyglass by Philip Pullman, open to a random page, and read for a few minutes. And then my words start to flow again. I even named my book's prologue "Zivia in Geneva" after a chapter of The Amber Spyglass called "Mrs. Coulter in Geneva." And if I can find a way for it to fit organically, I will use the phrase "and she leapt with all her heart" somewhere in this book.

This post doesn't really have a point. It just feels kind of ~magical~ how it works, sometimes. And also I need Philip to finish the third installment of the Book of Dust. Because FUCK ME I SAW WILL/LYRA REUNION FORESHADOWING ALL OVER THE SECRET COMMONWEALTH AND I HAVE BEEN CRYING SINCE I WAS 12.