Nine People I'd Like To Get To Know Better

Nine People I'd Like to Get To Know Better

Rules: answer the questions and tag nine people you'd like to know better.

Thanks @owlsandwich for tagging me! Being obsessed with your own work is so relatable

Last song I listened to:

Vielleicht Vielleicht--the Blumengarten cover

Currently watching:

I guess you can say I'm watching Jujustsu Kaisen and DBZ right now because I was in the middle of watching them a few months ago then got bored and stopped, but I still plan to finish them.

Spicy/savory/sweet:

It's sweet for me! I know it's bad but I can't help but eat sweets every day.

Relationship status:

I've never actually been in a relationship. I'm still looking for someone I click with.

Current obsession:

Those My Little Pony infection AUs on tiktok. They're so creepy I love them.

I'm soft tagging @inkovert @marz-writes-shit @squarebracket-trick @that-chibi-writer @missionsparrow @friendlyshaped @bluberimufim @owl-writing @silviathebard No pressure to respond

I have to read Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott for a class and one thing I liked is she wrote characters should be based on you or someone you know. So that got me thinking where my characters came from.

And I genuinely can’t remember.

These people just popped into my head one day and erased any trace of where they came from. I only remember my inspiration for Cassidy and Kelsee because Cassidy is me and Kelsee is me if I was a bully.

writeblr!! tell us, what keeps you from giving up on your work?

Hi, nice to meet you! I have a lot of the same interests (especially mystery, fantasy, and slow-burn). I hope to interact and see some of your work sometime!

Hello, Writeblr! I am Solveiga (she/her), writer of stories about folklore and horror and a drinker of tea. I am currently revising a complete draft of the manuscript, and I am looking to make some friends.

THE BASICS

Europe / mid-20s / history & folklore enthusiast

Love horror, mystery, fantasy, chosen family, slow burn romance, dysfunctional families.

If you like stories with morally flawed characters full of sacrifices and betrayals, religious trauma, and found family, then you might be interested in my writing.

I am terribly afraid of lightning despite writing about the gods of thunder.

GOALS

Make some friends here in the community. Just want to scream and get excited about other people's WIPs.

Get my hands on the edits of my draft, and hone my writing skills.

Maybe query? We will see about that!

Read more books in 2024.

It means a lot to me when someone shows support or interest in my work. Feel free to interact or drop me a message.

I’m putting good use to my Africana and African American Studies minor because a few weeks ago I wrote a scene in We Faceless Folk where Rachel stops at a grocery store by Chinwe’s house to buy her mom a cake.

But I learned in a lecture this week that most Black neighborhoods in the U.S. have way too many liquor stores and not enough grocery stores.

So now I’m going to change this scene to draw attention our reality. I’m still figuring out what to do with it but I think I want her to look at a map on her phone to find grocery stores and seeing none in that area before driving over.

Omg I love this! Moons, magic, queens. Yes!! Could you add me to the taglist?

Blue Moon

For this week's @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt

This is the end result of me playing around with Callabiem's ability to see the future. Sometimes it works well for her, other times it does not. Below is an abridged version, where I've cut the piece in two because I couldn't get it to stay below the word count 😅.

Part Two (where the title gets its name) will be posted (and linked here) in due course. Until then, enjoy part one :D

Word count: 943 words

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Callabiem found a crack in the moon. A hairline splinter, stemming from the bottom such that someone would mistake it for one of its usual imperfections. Imperfections do not fall from the sky, however. The Queen took a second glance at the moon, various letters still in hand.

Its bottom edge resembled a chipped tooth. She grabbed a dark blue, silken cloak and dashed down to the shore. A few people lounged and walked about, with mermaids and aquatic fae swimming through the moonlit seas. The waves lapped almost to her slippers, leaving the occasional clam or shell in their wake.

In the depths of the sand, she found nothing. No moon shard, no strange footsteps, nothing. She looked again. The moon was full and respondent, shining clear light upon the entirety of Therae and the sea beyond.

Flashes of the shard plagued her mind. Cracks travelled up the moon’s surface, splintering its light. She searched the images for the perpetrator, yet could conjure nothing. Her mind grew heavy and weighted. Dead crabs plagued the shoreline, clams and mollusks too.

A set of hands jolted her from her visions, gently grasping her shoulders. Callabiem leaned into his touch, embracing his soft whispers in her ears and his tender kisses along her neck. She let him bring her to bed and melted into his arms.

When he asked what she witnessed in the vaguest terms, she told him everything, except her walk to the beach. “Don’t worry about a future that has not happened yet.” He threaded his fingers through her loosely coiled hair, planting another kiss on her forehead. “Focus on the now, you’ll be fine, I promise.” Once her dear husband fell asleep, she slipped out of his gentle embrace and out into the hallways.

Callabiem’s footsteps clattered on the cold stone, venturing to the ornate double doors engraved with the scenes of Kerrasildain folklore. Beyond it stood the sacred mirror, its glass swirling with shadows. Every entry risked never emerging from it, yet Callabiem found it cleared her head. She needed to know who will crack the moon. She had to. One step forward and the shadows embraced her whole.

— Callabiem found a crack in the moon. A hairline splinter, so fine going on unnoticeable. It didn’t take long for it to split, falling straight towards the ground. A pale white figure on a pale white winged horse swooped down onto the sand, armed with an harpoon on their back. The figure swung the shard into their bag and rode north.

She followed suit, running from rock to rock in the hopes of not being spotted. The figure went into a cave, leaving the horse at the entrance. She waited with bated breath as the rider re-emerged, hopping on the horse and flying back to the sky. She took the opportunity to head into the cave, where the one shard was placed in a nook of the rock. Her heart palpitated. This seemed too obvious. Before the thief returned, she slipped the shard into the inside of her cloak and ran away, making herself seem innocuous. The sand held no footprints bar her own and the horse’s. The air had a stillness to it, neither hot nor cold, it just was. She couldn’t see nor hear a soul, neither on land nor in the sea. Beside her, the waters receded. Seaweed appeared in its wake, with clams entangled throughout.

She looked up. More cracks appeared, more defined this time. The pieces crumbled and fell, the thief flying around collecting them like fruit. Her gaze transfixed on the figure in horror, watching the moonlight fade from the sky. She could hear the rush of the retreating waters, with a latent smell of salt present. Nocturnal birds flew in circles, then landed, and flew again. Their sibilant caws marred the night’s ambience, perhaps a welcome reprieve from the silence of the moon’s downfall.

A hand slapped the wet sand next to her. Callabiem jumped away from it, vomit rising in her oesophagus. Its skin was a pallor shade of yellow, its hands and feet webbed, but hallow. This creature had nearly every bone sticking out, with not an ounce of flesh to spare. It had dried seaweed for hair, and a dark pair of eyes that pleaded for reprieve, whether in vivo or in death.

She swallowed, her throat burning for a moment. “Who are you?” When the creature couldn’t muster an answer, she summoned water from the tides and splashed it all over its skin. Within seconds, she may as well have not done anything.

“No amount of water can sustain me.” It rasped. “I need a shard.” She pulled the piece from her pocket, and looked to the creature again. “What is your offer in exchange?”

“My assistance.” It reached a claw-tipped hand to her. “Please, I will falter without it. The animals of this plain will suffer and perish, the mermaids too. Stagnation of our seas does no favours. As I understand it, your people need it too. Their magic will be weaker without it.”

She considered it for not a moment more. The creature took the shard from her hand, its skin seeming less dry. “Follow me.” It went on its hands and knees, scuttling to an exposed hole in the ground. Callabiem jumped straight in, watching as the creature placed the shard into the round hole on the floor. “If I was to get all the shards, would it repair the moon?” “Yes, most definitely.” The creature took a sip from the remaining bit of water in the shallow pool. “We need only wait for the right time.”

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