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Superhero Novel snippets

1. Vidrian took a step back, just one, and the dagger glinted at her neck.

“It isn’t your fault,” she said, and somehow, by some twist of fate, Aletheia heard it over the alarm.

“Viridian, Wait—“

2. Her fists clenched, her jaw ground, and she finally let herself feel rage as she glanced down at her blood stained front.

Only this time, there was no one to fight.

3. “You could be my queen,” he offered, blood splattering from his nose onto the floor.

She stared at him, stunned, then said numbly, “Of what? Your fighting rink compound?”

He grinned, and it was half bloody.

“The world.”

Serial killer novel snippets

4. Jules looked mildly uncomfortable, but Melody wanted to know. Jules’s lips pinched.

“I have experience with this kind of thing.”

Melody tipped her head. “Children of serial killers?”

“Trauma.”

“Ah,” Melody laughed quietly. “Just that, then.” The tips of Jules's mouth went up.

5. She appreciated their faith.

But Melody had come into this world covered in blood. And she had never truly been clean of it since.

She would never be clean of her father. When the time came, she hoped she at least died quickly.

Siren Novel snippets

6. The salt and iron taste in her mouth intensified unbearably, and her eyes snagged on something she couldn’t quite make out in the waves.

It took her three seconds to recognize what it was as it floated next to the hull, just below the waves. Three seconds, for her brain to put the puzzle pieces together, then convince itself that it wasn’t seeing things.

Three seconds for the taste to make her gag, warning shivering up her spine.

Three seconds for Malcolm to finally get his mouth to say the right combination of words.

In the water, next to the planks of her beloved ship, the Siren winked at her.

7. “God, you idiots, can’t you see it’s just magic?”

At this, the Siren smiled, face so pleasant that it stunned Lucy for a second, like sunshine breaking through clouds, the smell of warm bread and bells tolling to mark the ships returning to harbor—

“Stop it,” Lucy snapped, and the Siren grinned further.

“Getting to you, darling?”

Lucy grit her teeth.

This was a lot of fun! I’ll be tagging @ettawritesnstudies @meadowofbluebells @megreads22 @prettyquickpoetry @silver-ink-iron-words @jay-avian and anyone else who wants to join!

Did I daydream this, or was there a website for writers with like. A ridiculous quantity of descriptive aid. Like I remember clicking on " inside a cinema " or something like that. Then, BAM. Here's a list of smell and sounds. I can't remember it for the life of me, but if someone else can, help a bitch out <3

Sometimes I’m just sitting here, wondering why people are reblogging one of my posts with such fervor, until I reread my own writing and I end up lying on my bed kicking my feet in the air like a schoolgirl.

OH HERE IT GOES AGAIN—

Good, Evil or Incapacitated

When Hero finally had the strength to wake up they groaned with the pain of bright lights overhead infiltrating their eyes. Softer than the LEDs from a medical room or hospital, but the burning was harsh nonetheless as it helped fuel their thumping headache.

Muted music played from a speaker nearby and the sound of someone singing off tune flowed choppily alongside. The smell of beef stew floated through the air as well as a constant clattering of spoon against bowl.

Everything around them felt so far away, like they were underwater and pain was the only receptor in their body that was working.

Shakily, Hero tried to pull themselves up off the couch they were laying on. Their brain cloudily registering that their mask was still on and their suit was in tatters from their chest down. Whatever else was touching their skin was put there by the stranger in the room.

They shivered at the thought of it being one of their enemies. A sadistic fuck that wanted to keep them here forever as their servant and plaything.

A villain that would go to the lengths of saving their life and healing their body, just to hurt them all over again.

Instead, as their body collapsed back against the squeaky sofa, they came face to face with the end of metal baseball bat and a very cautious looking civilian. They flinched and whimpered when it strained their wounds, closing their eyes and turning their head away.

“Don’t. Move.”

Hero didn’t need to be told twice, they were tired enough as it was. Even the slightest of movements were agonizing and exhausting.

They could hear the civilian taking careful steps forwards, the presence of the bat never leaving the hero’s senses. Unconciously their body braced for an attack, but it never came.

“You’re Hero, right?”

The question seemed so out of place in the moment, couldn’t they tell? Wasn’t it obvious with the emblem on their chest?

Hero peeled their eyes back open to a squint, taking a good look at their suit when they realized just how much blood the fabric had soaked up. Maybe the civilian had a point in asking…

“Y-yeah…” They coughed, unable to breathe through the shreds their throat was in from the dryness.

Tentatively, the other pushed a small side table closer. On which sat a glass of fresh water and a few pills that looked like ibuprofen. Hero reached for it with an uncoordinated hand and only spilt about half before it reached their chapped lips.

The civilian seemed unimpressed, lowering the bat slightly when they were sure the hero wasn’t going to be a hazard. Watching closely as the crime-stopper emptied the glass in a second, down their scratchy throat, before giving up and dropping it to the floor with a worn out huff.

“I-I’m on the g-good side, yknow? Y-you can put that thing d-down… I-I won’t hurt you.” Talking felt like a crime in itself, using their only strength to try and defend their innocence when they looked like something straight out of a horror film.

“I don’t care what you are.” The other shrugged, eyeing the hero defiantly. “Good, bad, sad, mad, happy, whatever. I couldn’t care less.”

Hero winced at how loud their voice was to their ears, even if they were sure the civilian was chatting casually it didn’t help their headache. “F-for someone so indifferent—” They grunted as they shifted their position. “Y-you seem awfully a-afraid.”

The civilian didn’t move, a puzzled look in their eyes before it seemed to dawn on them. “Oh, this thing?” They tossed the bat in the air with a spin, barely catching it as it came down. “This is merely to intimidate. At least, it’s harmless until you give me a reason to harm.”

“I c-come in peace…” Hero joked, holding their hands up peacefully but not with ease, they set them back down as the joke fell flat. “I-I’m guessing you d-don’t like supers?”

“Not since one of your little spats blew up my old house. No, never really been a fan.”

If the situation could’ve gotten anymore awkward, it did. Fights between heroes and villains could get bad and destruction was a given at this point, but having to actually encounter the affected was always the hardest part.

Now, they were at their mercy. Hero was beginning to think that a vengeful villain would’ve been a better kidnapper, rather than an angry civilian with a bat.

They couldn’t tell if it was the fever giving them the sweats or their own fear.

And now that they were really looking at it, the weapon was littered with dents and stains. Some brown and faded, others looked like they had been imprinted that same day. Bile rose up their throat when they could see blood that was still sticky coating the end.

“F-freshly used, huh?”

The civilian flipped the bat around effortlessly, one might’ve mistaken it for a dance. They raised their brows at the red before dropping it back to face the hero. “Had to use it this morning on your little friend. Tried to kill me the second they woke up.”

Hero must of visibly paled because the civilian’s lips curled into a self-satisfied smirk. Lazily, they walked over to a door across from where the hero laid, placing a hand on the door handle and turning it. Slowly revealing the room behind it.

“S-Sidekick?”

Through the darkness, Hero could barely make out the shape of an individual, hands tied to the headboard of a bed and white—almost florescent—bandages covering almost every tear in their uniform. At first the only imaginable person it could’ve been was Sidekick, but as their eyes adjusted…

“Say hello to your new roommate; Villain.”

I want to make a little game. Reblog if you want to be tagged to it. I'm hoping to make it a writeblr-wide tag game. 😁

Hopefully it'll help more writers find each other.

If one more person uses the phrase “you always get A’s, stop worrying” around me, I’m going to become an episode on forensic files