FlimseyWhimsey

trying to actually write my fic:

Thanks for tagging me, @the-unwrittenwriter !

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you / interests you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

I have waaaaaay too many WIPs (but then again, who doesn’t??) so here goes:

•Check Out the Stars, Dizzy

•Rumour Says Angelina Wyvern Bit the Biscuit

• Soleil Academy

•The World Might Be Dead But We’re Not

•Orange is More Than a Colour

•WE DO NOT STRIKE BACK

•Hyacinth

•The Revised Tangerine Society for Teenage Miscreants

Thank you so much @orangeismorethanacolour​ for the tag, this is a really fun one!!!! :) :)

Cutting out all the ones like: first draft, chapter one version one ect here is the list:

SAVING ANGELS

ROMANCE IDEAS

BIRDS IN FLIGHT

CROSSED HEARTS

GHOST WITH A TWIST

IN YOUR DREAMS

You all know how big a rabbit is.  Jack Rabbits and hares are much bigger. they’re the size of large cats or small dogs or just-walking-age children.

They also like to hang out in gangs of a hlf dozen to over 30.

and in the middle of backcountry dirt roads.

perhaps they’re dustbathing

or blood sacrifce

I don’t know because when you come up the road at night because your dog has a tiny bladder and needs to go out at midnight and you have no yard so you’re walking him on the dirt road around your neighborhod because you might aw well get some stargazing in, and you come just over the ridge to see a coven of twenty jackrabbits in the middle of the road

and

they

all

stand

up

not just onto all fours like a proper prey animal

No they get up on thier hind legs and don’t just sit but STAND like tiny rabbit-skinned toddlers, wobbing slightly as they stare directly at you eyes shining in your flashlight’s glow

…Blood Red.

And a chill goes through you on that warm july night because while they’re a puntable size and allegedly herbivores they’re standing and watching you just like people and you are vastly outnumbered.

everyone freezes

you’re considering your odds aganst roughly 200lbs of Suspiciously Humanoid Hare

and they’re considering their odds against you

the only sound in the never-ending high desert wind 

somewhere in your peripheral vision you can see the streetlights but they seem awfully far away

The nearest Jack Rabbit

Blinks

and takes a single shuffling step

forward

You area an overdevloped monkey and your prefrontal cortex is capable of some amazing feats but it runs very slowly compared to the reflexes of a rabbit and you’re frozen as you desperately scramble for the appropriate course of action, hands feeling thick and useless, mouth dry and feet imeasurably heavy there’s no way you’d outrun THESE, god there’s a rabies outbreak going around that shit’s not curable-

The Dog

L U N G E S

It’s only the briefest of movements but the animal you’d picked out for his gangly legs and floppy ears and goofy smile is suddenly a dark shape of muscle and teeth and had flung himself at the horrible goblin rabbits faster than mere physics should dictate, appearing in the circle of the flashlight for only the briefest of moments before the jolt from the leash makes you stumble and the light falters

The Jack Rabbits

Scatter

Vanishing into the faintly starlit sagebrush in as so many faint gray shapes that might be mistaken for the dustclouds they kick up

Later, you sit on the couch disquieted

and you wonder

If the sight of the Jack Rabbits standing and studying you was frightening enough to make you yearn for the safety of the yellowed streetlights

what must it be like from thier end?

what terrifying creature 

deliberately ties itself

to something so horrible

CONGRATULATE, THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT I WAS GOING FOR.

181 MACAVEE AVENUE - YOURS TO KEEP!

It’s finally here! You halloween local radio theatre show just in time for Halloween.

It’s a competition designed to be lost. With $100k on the line, 10 contestants fight for their own sanity, with one goal in mind: at the end of the week, be the last participant remaining.

But how would it feel to be behind the screen? University students Emma and Valerie have been hired to oversee the competition, and their job is simple: scare the contestants out of the house, one by one. Stuck in a confined shed connected to the house with nothing to keep them entertained but screens, themselves, and their scheduled daily hauntings, Emma begins to document their experience to keep the boredom at bay.

Boredom isn’t what she should have been worried about. When a contestant vanishes without a trace in the middle of the night, and their plans start to go awry, Emma and Val realize that they aren’t as in control of the game as they’d thought. Is one of the contestants at fault, or is something more sinister afoot?

What if the house you’re supposed to be haunting starts haunting you?

Starring some familiar writeblr friends: @ofinkblotsandscript @viawrites-andacts @tabbydrafts @thepeninthestone @memoriesoflastwords @flimseywhimsey @starlitpromises-writings! 

This project would not be possible without these insanely talented individuals! 

@softly–sinking and I poured heart and soul into this project over the last few weeks, so we’d really appreciate if you checked it out, and all reblogs/shares are appreciated!

If you listen, let us know what you think! There’s a free script PDF for easy readalong. 

I love the little details in the background noises and music, and the whole concept of “haunting people out of a house” is a delightfully spooky one that you really nailed. (I don’t know if I would be able to handle the spider room eeuuuggghhh)

👀👀 i may have to talk to my co-writer about making a yearly thing out of paranormal explorations with Emma and Val… that could be a lot of fun!

*Two months later*

Friend: How are you doing with your novel?

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