Writeblr Introduction Thelivingdeceased

writeblr introduction — thelivingdeceased

hi !! here’s an introduction because i haven’t done one :D

about me // October, he/she, aro/ace !! (minor !!)

genres/tropes // sci-fi, horror, found family, dystopia, supernatural elements, morally grey characters, etc :D

hobbies/likes // minecraft, cats, d&d, photography, ice skating, music, and writing (of course) !!

fun facts // i have six cats !! one of them (olivia newton john) is my writing buddy !! (she likes to “help” by stepping on my keyboard)

socials // @//teafrog_literature on insta !!

other // my dms and asks are very much open !! :D

my wips !!

i have two main series’ at the moment (though i do have a few standalone projects) :D

The Unreality

The Unreality is a big big series that I’ve been working on for just under a year. It has stupid teenagers, world bending powers, cosmic horror, what more could you ask for. | Book One | Book Two

genre: sci-fi horror

status: working on the second book :3

summary: It’s the 1970s and a group of teenagers have accidentally ostracised themselves from the general public by joining the Unreality, an entity that allows them to bend reality. With no control over it and the constant weight of everything on their minds, they get into more trouble than it’s worth, and find they have no idea how to get themselves out.

retellings

idk i like retellings and i’m writing a lot of novellas and maybe some novels that are retellings :3

genre: retellings (if that’s a genre) and most times horror :3

status: currently plotting a novel and novella

summary: Hugo Adler has been cursed for most of his life to watch the world from a bird’s eye view, literally. Only able to be human for a few hours at a time and with all eternity to wander, he takes up documenting the lives of interesting people. Watching and transcribing everything live, he learns just how individual the world can be, and how many struggles a human can have.

yippee !!

ik i should work on my nano project but also, circus story

new aconites snippets !!

writing sucks because after i share what i wrote i wanna be like "hey did u notice this technique i used? did you notice the repetition here? let me write you an analysis on my own work."

me when i finally share some of my writing with my mom but i remember that the narrator is under the assumption that someone’s trying to hook up with her for like 3 paragraphs

anyway here’s an excerpt from the best writing i’ve done lately (aka last night)

Edith’s words echo in my head. The Unreality will never make us real. She’s right. She always is. And I half hope that the phone will begin to ring again. That her presence will be on the other end and I’ll be the one to answer and Jenny won’t have to yell at ten past one. That she’ll make my racing mind go quiet, because she’s Edith Kingsley Stevens, and her very existence can pause the world for however long she needs it too.

The phone doesn’t ring though. And I find my hope of the ringtone turning into hope that she is safe and warm in a hotel thinking about anything but the argument. The phone doesn’t ring. So I sit in the kitchen and wait until it does.