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What happened?

I dropped my phone in the well.

Don’t- don’t laugh! I did!

No I know I shouldn’t have been leaning over it, but listen,-

No, I got it back. Yeah! Something, someone? caught it and handed it back up! I don’t know, cause it’s really deep and I can’t even see down there, but- no, listen,

I reached down, just cause, like, there goes my phone

And I thought it was done for, I was freaking out, and then it was just, in my hand? Yeah, no, I felt something touch me but it was too- it was too quick, I don’t know. I didn’t see anything.

No, it’s not even wet! My hand’s a little wet. Is something living down there?? Someone?? I don’t know but what else could it be? You think phones just magically fly up out of the- yeah, exactly.

No it’s literally fine, it didn’t hit anything. Look, I’m gonna call you back. I wanna get a better look.

Okay actual WiP interest poll because I’m curious.

Painted Waves: queer, poly romance novel about a painter’s apprentice getting ‘kidnapped’ by a pirate captain for a ransom scam, only she falls in love with the captain and life at sea. Found family, lesbian/bi transmasc woman/trans man V, low fantasy hijinks, grief and growth.

Angel WiP: serialized? novel? something? about angels, fallen angels, and demons forming connections and dealing with the Issues caused by Heaven, until eventually they have to launch a hostile takeover. Weird interpretations of Heaven and Hell, everyone is trans and neurodivergent, complex and often unlikeable characters, occasional kinky angel sex.

Hazel and the Healer: short story/novella about a witch/necromancy dabbler who summons a death god in order to get revenge, and a healer and Holy man both trying to help xem stay alive and in control. Revenge, fantasy religion, nb/nb romance, rising to godhood.

Dark House: short story where an apprentice cobbler meets a mysterious, beautiful woman and, after delivering her bespoke shoes, cannot resist the temptation to get to know her better, even and especially when it becomes clear that there’s more to this woman and her cabin in the forest than meets the eye. Cozy, a little bit Beauty and the Beast/Howl’s Moving Castle, sapphic romance.

Revelry: short story/novella about urban fantasy friend group drama, particularly why one of the friend group has been shunned and their rival is everyone’s darling. Petty enemies to lovers, everyone is queer and no one is fully human.

Space is Cold: short story about a scout on an exploration ship who meets a cute medic who just happens to be a clone of her ex best friend. Messy romance ensues.

Growing on the roadside

From ‘Marching On’

(Dead body, unreality)

I’ve biked down this long, winding back road multiple times a week for the last five years. I’ve never seen an 18-wheeler back here. Much less pulled over on the side of the road. 

My feet slow on the pedals as I see it. The thing is big, unmistakable, and it looks quiet - no lights or noise to indicate that it’s just pulled over or is backing out. It’s bright out, too, and the sunlight bounces off the harsh white siding and into my eyes as I wheel closer. I blink through it and keep riding towards the truck, standing up in the saddle and gliding down the hill. The truck is pulled over on the bend, flattening the grass between the road and the treeline.

Is… are those vines growing over the wheels?

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Scene? I think I mean chapter. Cause it’s 4,110 words now. Here’s the whole thing.

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NaNo Day One Update - I wrote 1,148 words for Angel Wip so far! Have Illona trying to Halloween. There’s uhh brief description of horror movie violence.

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everything matters

dozens of stickers and stamps pressed into the covers of notebooks, scraps of paper collaged, words written in scrawl

wanted to sneak a souvenir knife from the gas station but couldn’t afford it. the list of names on the keychains is incomplete.

the creek by the old apartment complex, it overflowed with water during the falls storms, its voice doubled and tripled from the rain

stayed out til 1 to watch the moon, a blue halo around her, a soft ringing down from heaven, a warm breeze across the air

every breath.

@nosebleedclub

Happy Itchio Creator day! I have a poetry and fiction chapbook available if you want to support me!

[ID: A yellow background with a few small poems and an image of a yellow roadside with the treeline and sunset behind. /End ID]

Marching On is about 6,000 words with 27 poems and three flash stories for $3 or above.

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if i lived

in the big city

i might have a little attic room

with a tiny angled window over my bed

where i could watch pigeons from my pillow

see them bouncing on the rooftops

stare into iridescent wings

mouth to love songs

and cry

- pigeon @nosebleedclub

It’s day one -

I don’t think

I know my

name yet.

Pretty flowers, birdsong:

I’m out smiling

in the sunlight

heart aching.

Ill and tired,

everything to do

no blood left

for doing.

- early summer @nosebleedclub