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A maze of language, an ancient mystery, a literary challenge: Trapped in a haunted library, two rival scholars lose themselves in a spiral of forbidden wisdom deciphering an esoteric text.
Are you willing to destroy this book to solve the mystery?
a 1k word short story I wrote after being inspired by an online writing group that I'm in!
Summary: A wealthy woman becomes obsessed with an impoverished man who can allegedly see the future.
TWs: Non-graphic character death
I think I fell in love with the Fortune Teller when he bit me.Ā
I know I shouldnāt be in love with someone like him. I spend my days in my mansion, or on my husband's arm at prestigious events, or universities. He spends his time waving his long hands in the air and singing in the streets. They say that he used to be sane, and quite intelligent at that, but some years ago something went terribly wrong and now all he has left to his name is a tiny house at the edge of town and an alleged ability to see the future. He has been this way for as long as I have known him. I have always been told to steer clear of him. I was told that he might be dangerous, despite the fact that heād never laid a hand on anyone.Ā
Well. Heās never touched anyone without their consent, that is.
The night he bit was an unusually hot one. The heat had been so maddening that when the temperature finally dipped around sunset, I went for a long walk, desperate for fresh air, movement, and relief.Ā
A woman like me has a million places to go walking. Ornate gardens, museums, the beach, any beautiful place my husband wants to take me. And yet, I chose to walk past the Fortune Tellerās home.Ā
Despite what my overprotective husband would tell you, I really do not think his home is that run down. Could it use a new coat of paint, a mow of the lawn, and a deep cleaning? Absolutely. But there is nothing about it-or its occupant-that implies actual danger, despite the fact that my husband acts like the Fortune Teller will run at me and inject me with heroin if I so much as make eye contact with him.Ā
(The Fortune Teller is absolutely not a heroin user. I know that for a fact. Now, would I still have let him bite me if I knew he was on drugs? I truly donāt know.)
Anyway, back to the night he bit me.Ā
I had been walking past his home, and when I saw him emerge from it, I did not hurry away the way some other women of my status might. I knew there was no reason to fear him, and even if there was, then visible distress might agitate him.Ā
He saw me, and struck up his old song and dance.Ā
āWould you like me to tell your fortune?āĀ
I turned and looked at him. I had often spent time watching him dance through the streets from my mansion, ignoring my husband in favor of watching him.Ā But this time, I really looked at him. I saw his light brown eyes, twinkling with life and joy. I saw the delicate lines forming in the corners of his eyes and around his mouth. I saw his pale skin, flushed from the heat of the long day.Ā
My husband would have hurried me away, telling me that he only wanted to slip one skinny hand into my pocket to steal my wallet.Ā
But my husband was not there.Ā
āYes,ā I said. āI would like you to tell my fortune.āĀ
He reached out his hand. āGive me your hand.āĀ
āI didnāt know you read palms,ā I said, trying to make casual conversation.Ā
āI donāt.ā He replied smoothly as he took my hand in his. His skin was very warm. āI just need somewhere to draw blood.āĀ
āBlood?ā I was shocked. And yet, I did not yank my hand away.Ā
āWell, I donāt need to,ā he said hurriedly. āA simple lock of hair will do. Or even just money! But blood is always the most accurate. And you look like the kind of woman who appreciates accuracy. Accuracy in your numbers, accuracy in your words, making sure that not a single cent is out of place in your bank accounts. Making sure that not a single comma is misplaced in the dinner party invitations you send out to people who are just as detail-oriented as you.āĀ
He smiled at me as he said all this.
I found myself smiling back, more shyly than he. āWell, I do host some legendary parties. But my husband handles all the money. Heās the one who tracks all the cents.āĀ
āAh, you donāt like numbers?ā
āNo, I do.ā My voice grew soft. āI do.āĀ
There was a pause.Ā
āSo,ā he said. āLock of hair? Or drop of blood?āĀ
He said it calmly, but I sensed that he was baiting me, in a way that seemed almost boyish. Teasing me. Wanting to see if the frilly girly-girl with her husbandās shiny credit card was brave enough to dare giving a drop of blood to the Fortune Teller.Ā
I looked him straight in the eyes. āBlood.ā
āOf course. Let me get a knife.āĀ
He darted back into the house. He darted back out as quickly as heād come, looking apologetic and holding a fork.Ā
āSorry, all the knives are unwashed. Fork?āĀ
He asks that like I have a choice in the matter. I thought.Ā
Then I realized it was because I did have a choice. Throughout our whole interaction, he had always given me a choice.Ā
āAre you certain a fork is the best thing you have?ā I asked. āA simple slit of the skin using a knife is fine, but being stabbed by a forkā¦it could get messy.āĀ
āYouāre right, youāre right.ā He paused for a moment, thinking. āI suppose I could bite you.ā he said bluntly. āNo, no, I couldnāt. Thatās way too far. Iāll just go inside and quickly wash a knife.āĀ
āNo, just bite me.āĀ
āReally?āĀ
āI donāt want this to take any longer,ā Annoyance crept into my tone, and he blanched a little.Ā
āOkay. Biting it is, then.āĀ
I extended my left hand.Ā
He took it delicately in his own. He led me into his backyard, where he stopped and slowly lifted my hand to his lips, as if to kiss it. Slowly, and with startling gentleness, he sank his teeth into my fingers.Ā
Then, he held my hand over a surprisingly deep puddle of water in the grass. He let drops of the blood fall into. One, two, three.Ā
After the third drop fell in, he extended a finger and stirred the bloody, muddy water.Ā
The water was so murky that not even the light of the full moon illuminated it fully, and yet, as he stirred, I watched images emerge in the puddle.Ā
One: Me, sitting in my mansion, looking desolate as I stare out the window. Behind me, my husband is laughing riotously as he entertains men in suits.Ā
Two: A repeat of the first image, but with some slight differences. I am older now, but I am still lingering in the shadows as my husbandĀ lives in the limelight.Ā
Three: I am even older than I was in the second vision, but I am no longer forlorn. Instead, I am smiling and laughing with men in suits and women in dresses. And I am adorned in jewels and gold, holding fistfuls of money in each hand. My husband is nowhere to be seen.
The images melted away into the mud-water.Ā
During the pause that followed, the only sound was the crickets chirping.Ā
āSo,ā I said, trying to keep my voice from shaking. āThat is my future?āĀ
āLooks like it,ā he said, alarmingly calm. āBut keep in mind, all of these are potential futures. It is your actions in the present that will determine whether they come to pass, and how.āĀ
āI see.ā I said quietly. āWell. Thank you, Fortune Teller.ā Numbly, I passed him a twenty dollar bill for his troubles, and walked away. When he called out to me, I ignored him.Ā
āWell,ā I cradled the hand that he had bitten. āThat was weird.āĀ
I have dreamt of him every night since then. Remembering his lips on my hand, imagining his lips on mine.Ā
I know I shouldnāt, but I have started trying to make my affection for him known. I dropped off a bouquet of flowers at his house yesterday, along with a flirtatious note. He has not made any effort to contact me since, and I hope I did not come on too strong and upset him. I want him to feel like he has a choice.
During the day, when Iām not thinking of the Fortune Teller, Iām thinking of what he showed me. Me, forever ignored in favor of my husband.Ā
Well, not ignored forever. Just ignored until something happens that makes him leave the picture. Which, knowing him and his aversion to divorce, will probably be his death.Ā
But according to the visions, that wonāt happen for years. Iāll have to sit here and grow old in the meantime, turning gray and bent as I send out endless dinner party invitations and then endless funeral invitations when he finally dies. I bet his funeral will be the first thing Iām ever actually in charge of around here.Ā
Do I really want to wait years for that to happen?Ā
---
I open the door when my husband is showering, shove the shower curtain aside, and shove him. He goes flying with a scream, and when his head hits the granite, itās with disturbing finality.Ā
I dry myself off, and change clothes in a hurry, shoving the wet, bloody ones in the fireplace, which already has a fire going.Ā
Hyperventilating from adrenaline, I call an ambulance, tearfully exclaiming that my husband slipped and fell in the shower, hitting his head. As the operator tells me that help is on the way, I madly start scrawling another letter to the Fortune Teller.Ā
YOU DID THIS. YOU MADE ME KILL MY HUSBAND.Ā
His words float back to me, settling into my pounding skull.Ā
All of these are potential futures. It is your actions in the present that will determine whether they come to pass, and how.
He didnāt force me to do anything. I did this myself.Ā
I toss the half-written letter into the fire too.
---
When the Fortune Teller hears the news that the owner of the big mansion on the hill had died in a freak accident, and his wife had inherited the place, all he does is drift into his backyard. He walks as if in a dream. He stirs the puddle with one finger, then looks up at the mansion, where he knows its new owner will be staring at him right back.Ā
He also knows what she has done to become the new owner of the mansion.Ā
Even though he couldnāt see her from this distance, he still waves at her. Then he walks away, singing a happy song to himself.Ā
I finished polishing a very short (roughly 1k words) short story that I wrote after being inspired by an online writing that I'm in. I'm trying to think of the best format to release it in, online and for free.
Best format for releasing a free short story online?
Right here on Tumblr
Ao3
Itch.io
Another option (please share!)
Voting ended onMay 22
(I'm personally leaning towards Itch.io, but I've never posted anything on there myself, and I'm pretty unfamiliar with setting up things on there. Plus, I know they went downhill recently in regards to increased censorship laws. There's nothing graphic in my story at all, but at this point, you never know)
I finished polishing a very short (roughly 1k words) short story that I wrote after being inspired by an online writing that I'm in. I'm trying to think of the best format to release it in, online and for free.
Best format for releasing a free short story online?
Right here on Tumblr
Ao3
Itch.io
Another option (please share!)
Voting ended onMay 22
(I'm personally leaning towards Itch.io, but I've never posted anything on there myself, and I'm pretty unfamiliar with setting up things on there. Plus, I know they went downhill recently in regards to increased censorship laws. There's nothing graphic in my story at all, but at this point, you never know)
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linguistics dark academia occult psychological horror ciphers art layouts rituals cannibalism angels academic rivals, mm tea for tea
A maze of language, an ancient mystery, a literary challenge: Trapped in a haunted library, two rival scholars lose themselves in a spiral of forbidden wisdom deciphering an esoteric text.
Are you willing to destroy this book to solve the mystery?
Neurodivergence, Mental Health, and Disability in Sisters of Vipers
Since Sisters of Vipers turned one year old this month (whoa!) I decided I'd talk about how my personal experiences with things like neurodivergence, mental health, and disability impacted this story.
I have a very mild form of cerebral palsy. Cerebral palsy is a motor disability that can impact muscle tone, muscle control, coordination, and body movement. It's usually caused by brain injuries that occur before or during birth, or sometimes soon after. In my case, I was born very prematurely and suffered internal bleeding in my brain as a newborn. As I got older, I developed problems with balance, muscle strength, and coordination. The fact that I inherited scoliosis from one of my parents didn't help either, my spine is slightly crooked and one of my legs is weaker than the other. But like I said, my case is very mild, and you wouldn't really be able to tell that there's anything different about me just by looking at me.
So, what does any of this have to do with Sisters of Vipers?
Well, a lot of my own perspective and experiences bled into the book. Some of it was intentional, some of it was accidental. (Really accidental).
In the prologue, Kelp talks about how he was born prematurely, and feels weaker and slower than his peers by the time he's hitting puberty. He also has trouble balancing and experiences pain and exhaustion after walking for a really long time. He also continues to be smaller and thinner in size than his peers even as an adult. Kelp doesn't have cerebral palsy, but I based all of this off of things I've experienced myself at one point or another. My mom even called Kelp "the one with cerebral palsy" after she read his POV and couldn't remember his name.
Funnily enough, there are two characters I pictured as actually having cerebral palsy when I wrote them, and neither of them are Kelp.
The first character I "gave" cerebral palsy was Talac Terip. Talac is described as having a bit of a limp...and being seen by his peers as a little strange. Talac describes having trouble socializing, difficulty understanding and coping with his emotions, and self-destructive urges. While some of this is probably related to losing his mother at a young age and being raised by Lord Terip, who is shown to be a rather volatile and emotionally immature person, a lot of it was inspired by the experiences myself and others have had while living with cerebral palsy.
When it comes to cerebral palsy, people tend to only focus on the physical impacts of the condition, such as issues with muscular health, but cerebral palsy is, fundamentally, caused by a brain injury. That means the whole brain is impacted in some way.
People with cerebral palsy:
Are more prone to depression.
Are more prone to anxiety.
Are prone to having issues with emotional dysregulation in general.
Some studies note that children and teens with cerebral palsy are more likely to have behavioral issues, such as displaying headstrong or hyperactive behavior, difficulties socializing other kids their age, and emotional regulation issues such as the ones described above.
And if you've read Sisters of Vipers, you might feel like that sounds familiar...
Zomoc, the main character of Sisters of Vipers, ended up heavily representing many of the emotional challenges of being a kid/teen with cerebral palsy, without me even realizing it. I knew when the story was starting to solidify that Zomoc was likely neurodivergent in some way, but it wasn't until a couple of years later, when I started doing research into cerebral palsy's impact on mental health and saw my own childhood staring back at me, that I realized what had happened. Zomoc is neurodivergent because I'm neurodivergent. I just hadn't understood how or why at the time I was writing this book, because like I said, cerebral palsy's impact on mental health isn't talked about. My family and I were never told that I was more likely to develop these issues, or that the issues I did end up experiencing as a tween and teenager were likely related to my disability. I spent years thinking I was "just weird" or things like my episodes of depression were isolated incidents, not knowing that my problems and behaviors were the result of my brain trying to adapt to the rapid-fire development of teenagehood while having a minor brain injury.
Anyway, personal rant over, back to my original characters (and the fun stuff!).
The second character I intentionally gave cerebral palsy was King Talmazoc. The quietly dignified king of Alapora, he's doing his best to run a functional kingdom while also combatting deeply rooted corruption in the system, and hiding the fact that his left leg is weaker than the right because he believes would be seen as a sign of weakness by his many enemies.
King Talmazoc's leg is ripped straight from my own life, as my left leg is the weaker one as well. Although, Talmazoc's issues are a little more visible than mine, and this is because his issues likely would not have been treated as well in the middle ages. Alaporan society is pretty advanced for the time, and they would have done their best to treat his condition, but there were a lot of things about disabilities that people just couldn't have known back then. (This didn't make it into the book, but I headcanon that Talmazoc wears special, custom made shoes for his condition, similar to something I wear in real life. While there were a lot of disability aids he wouldn't have had access to back then, it would've been fairly easy for an advanced society like the Alaporans to figure out that he needed special shoes.)
Also, here's a fun story: When Talmazoc tells someone about his weaker leg, he says: "It's not even the leg itself that's the issue, it's my spine. It is slightly crooked."
At the time I wrote this line, I had spent my whole life thinking that my left leg was naturally shorter than my right. It wasn't until months later that I went to a doctor's appointment, where they examined me and told me that my legs were actually equal length, it was the just the curvature in my spine making one tilt up higher than the other, making it seem shorter.
Did I tell King Talmazoc that his crooked spine was the root of his problems? Or did he tell me?
This is what I mean when I say that my experiences with neurodivergence and disability heavily impacted this book, sometimes in surprising and accidental ways. I don't even know what depths of my subconscious emerged in the writing process, like with the example of Talmazoc. Did I already know that about myself and forgot it, before subconsciously remembering again? Or was my body trying to talk to me, and the only voice it found was through the filter of a fictional character? Isn't this the kind of stuff that makes writing so cathartic, and so much fun?
"To be human is to be complicit in another's sins, to be a companion is to share that burden. When the burden becomes too much, the heart breaks, the body dies."
I finally read While Angels Trumpet by @kiennwrites, yay! Well, okay, maybe "read" isn't the most accurate way to describe it. I *inhaled* this. It's so beautifully written. There are *so* many good lines in this, and I can't even try list them all because most of them are spoilers.
While Angels Trumpet is a haunting, nightmarish psychological horror that examines guilt, religion, and the cost of war in Kienn Nguyen's distinctly surreal style, creating a creepy puzzle box of a story that sucks you right in from page one.
Right away, this novelette proved itself to be a very unique read, I haven't read anything like this in a long time. The narration and pacing are rather untraditional, all told through the eyes of an extremely conflicted unreliable narrator. Despite being so short, there are some serious layers to this one, and lots of different angles to look at the events of the story from. This story feels like a nightmare that is constantly shifting and breathing around you.
The plot of While Angels Trumpet, is, fundamentally haunted by a great absence. This story is the story that emerged from a great loss-loss of a loved one, loss of innocence, loss of time, the loss of the self. There are characters haunting the narrative in this one, but the narrative is also being haunted by an entirely other narrative, another story, lurking in the things both said and unsaid. It's all flickering in and out of the corner of your eye. It's delicious. I love it.
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WORMWOODāS FALL - Book I of The Infernal Apocrypha
RELEASE DATE: OCTOBER 13, 2026.
Happy Monday of the Angel, which I am using to announce the release date of my next angel story and reveal its cover! Included is a short synopsis slide (with alt text for those who need it) and also a moodboard⦠for the vibes.
Add Wormwoodās Fall to your TBR if you like:
š¤ HOLIEST & Angelcore Novels
šæ Botanical-themed Body Horror
š Second-Chance Friendship
š„ Royalty x Guard (š¶š¶.5)
š¤ Biblical & Gothic Horror (but cozier this time)
š„ A Violently Protective Love InterestĀ
š Biblically Accurate Angels
šæ A Disabled & Genderfluid Main Character
š¤ Mental Health Rep (Depression & Psychosis)
Wormwoodās Fall picks up directly where HOLIEST leaves off. I suggest reading HOLIEST before it for all of the context, since it references many events in it (yes, Iāll include a little section of relevant info in the novella).
More info about HOLIEST can be found [here] and [here] on tumblr!
Wormwood's Fall can be found [here] on Storygraph!
For additional info & content warnings about both stories, please visit their pages on my website: [HOLIEST] and [Wormwood's Fall]
For those who want to catch up before Wormwood's Fall releases, HOLIEST can be purchased here:
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