|Remy left six months ago without a word to Micah. Can they get over their differences long enough to save a friend who might be dying?|
King Vs. VonnegutYeah, I write horror novels.King Vs. Vonnegut by *SkysongMA
Go ahead, call me a hack. You’re one of the greatest writers of all time. Say what you want about my books. I can take it.
Call ‘em derivative—never mind that I revamped vampires.
Call ‘em cheap shlock—never mind that I put my whole heart and soul in every one.
Call ‘em trash, even—thousands of readers across three decades just can’t be trusted with literature, after all. What would this world come to if readers, not critics, decided the classics of the day?
I get it. I’ll just go home and sob into my fifty published novels.
Y’know. The ones fueled with faith, not cynicism.
The ones where humanity redeems itself instead of driving off a cliff with the pedal down and no brakes.
The ones that tell people they can be better instead of pointing out all the ways they’re making life worse.
Yeah, I write horror. I also write hope.
RefugeeWhen Craig dies, you burn every letter he ever sent you. You donate all of his gifts and delete his number from your phone.Refugee by *SkysongMA
You go to visit his mother, just once. There, she keeps Craig’s room like a shrine.
This used to be your place of refuge. You came here when your parents fought, when you did badly on a test, when you had no reason at all.
It isn’t safe any longer. It still smells like him. You feel you could fall backwards onto his bed and find his body there beside you, his back warm against yours. Pictures of the two of you together stare at you from the walls.
You catch movement from the corner of your eye and turn, quickly, to the mirror. For a minute you see him standing behind you, his shoulders rolled forward and his hair hanging in his eyes. When he lifts his head to meet your gaze, there is nothing—only blackness.
You walk outside at once. The sun is so bright you have to stop, wiping your eyes.
The stacks in section 200, Religion, are glowing, sick
King Vs. AdamsLet’s say we’re in a diner.King Vs. Adams by *SkysongMA
The table has a cracked red plastic top, and the booth is scuffed. The napkins are patterned with banty hens the color of a dying sunset, and you, Mr. Adams, are telling me why you pussied out in the series that made you famous.
That’s right. You cracked like my hip when the minivan hit it. You snapped like my typewriter ribbon when I wrote too fast for it to keep up. You cringed like my readers when Annie hobbles Paul in Misery.
You’re shaking your head. You’re saying some shit about how writing novels is hard, and you never wanted to do it, and there was so much pressure.
Here’s the thing, Mr. Adams. Deep Thought was wrong. Writing is life, the universe, and everything.
I kept writing when I had two kids, no money, and no chances. I kept writing with tissue up my nose so the blood wouldn’t fall on the paper. I kept writing when my hip was made
PHOCT R5: 5AJ was not surprised to see Apollo. She wasn’t happy, and she was getting angrier, but she wasn’t surprised. She wanted to think there was no way this could get any worse, but, actually, half a dozen ways were already collating in her head in order of least to most likeliest.PHOCT R5: 5 by *SkysongMA
“Apollo,” said Thoth, turning toward the god with what might have been surprise on his face. Or maybe indifference. The bird’s head was so hard to read.
“Thoth,” said Apollo, inclining his head. The light faded, though he was still noticeably brighter than anything else around them.
“I thought you were in hiding. Or not here at all.”
Apollo shrugged. “Rumor exaggerates.” He put his hands behind his back. “I am not here to speak about me. I am here to talk to you.”
“I’m occupied,” said Thoth, sharply.
Apollo looked mildly at the scales and AJ’s and Drac’s clouds. “I see that. May I have a moment of your
PHOCT R5: 4The girl led them to a river that flanked the edge of the Torture Fields. The bird-headed god stood on the bank, his eyes focused on something AJ couldn’t make out. Hope ran forward, as though to get the god’s attention, but he turned sharply, his eyes focused on AJ and Drac.PHOCT R5: 4 by *SkysongMA
“Good. You brought them.”
Before AJ could ask what that meant, the god produced a set of handheld scales. They grew until they were almost as tall as Thoth, and he produced a feather from somewhere. It was white and gleamed with light that seemed out of place in the bleak field. Thoth took a step toward them. AJ met Drac’s eyes, trying to signal that they should probably turn to leave, but then Thoth spoke again. “Alexej Novakova. Drac Thane. You have been called here for judgment.”
AJ opened her mouth to say that sounded like some serious god bullshit, but Thoth was suddenly in front of her. He touched her breastbone, and a cloud of something white and shining foll
PHOCT Round 5 Outline WITH ENDINGPersephone goes to speak to Danny. His mind has been healing, and he has been working with the powers Hades granted him to learn to control them. Persephone tells him he will have to take her husband's place, and Danny agrees. She mentions the need to find Charon, and Danny tells her about AJ and Drac's strange powers. Persephone begins to wonder if Charon needs to be found at all when he could be replaced, too, perhaps with someone whose abilities relate to death...PHOCT Round 5 Outline WITH ENDING by *SkysongMA
Nevertheless! I'm having some fun this NaNo, and I thought I would share it with you.
Violent Delights is my 2013 NaNo project. It's a queer retelling of Romeo and Juliet set in modern times.
Rowan is a trans* girl trying to moderate her parents' strict rules with her pressing need to transition. When she meets a charming boy named James after crashing a party, everything comes to a head, both for herself and her parent's company, the DiMarco Group. Her best friends, Marta and Benji, are just trying to help, but are they holding her back when they say James is a bad idea?
I'm having a little fun. My characters are going to blog their experiences, partly because it amuses me and partly because I think Tumblr is suited for an experiment like this. It's not quite liveblogging my Nano, since there is necessarily a lag between writing and posting, but it's close.
The entries will all be linked together, but the easiest way to get updates is by following the characters. They won't spam you, but they will post things other than the story.
If you'd rather just do tag-tracking, the tag is "violent delights."
(I know. I'm getting Tumblr all over your Deviantart. It amuses me. I'm not sorry.)
I wouldn't say no to signal-boosting if anyone's interested... I think this is going to be fun.
Does anyone want me to cross-post it here? Because I could. I'd just have to come up with a different way to signify which character is speaking, since the POV changes a lot.