#writeblr boost

my dash is feeling empty, so please reblog/comment if you post about your writing! i want to follow more people and get more taglists to add myself to.

WRITEBLR RE-INTRODUCTION & URL CHANGE

hello, it’s me. the artist formerly known as etheriiums. i wanted to shake things up with a new url, so i figure this is the perfect time to reintroduce myself and my wips.

i’m alice, i live in the UK, i have a masters degree in writing for young people.

I READ;

i’m really really really into YA. i used to think my fave genre was contemporary but after i reflected on my bookshelves i realised i was lying to myself. fantasy and magical realism forever. i buy every peter pan adaptation i can get my hands on.

I WRITE;

YA, NA, speculative fiction, futuristic, sci-fi fantasy, low fantasy, folk-lore and fairytale inspired stories. emphasis on LGBT characters and relationships between women.

I LOVE; 

donna tartt, maggie stiefvater, philip pullman, j m barrie, eva ibbotson i’m generally known to people irl as ‘that peter pan girl’ and tbh? i’m fine with that. it’s a good story. 

Hi all, long time no see!

My inital dreams of weekly posting course prompta were dashed when I realised that if I posted anything here before I submitted my assignment, the system would flag it as plagiarism (woof) so unfortunately everything came to a bit of a halt.

However! Semester is finished, grades have been returned and I'm free to share anything I want!

I decided for some structure and uniformity I would create a wattpad for the actual story publishing, and here it is!

Ophelia

“...i was the more deceived...”

She is nearly mad enough to deserve her name. She's got hacked-off hair and chapped lips, and she tells you she can get you out of here. She's got a low, hoarse voice, and has to stop every few minutes to cough. She is no Virgil, but she'll do. She cuts into your sentences, laughs at the wrong times, stuffs rocks in her pocket. She seems naive and ancient all at once. When she cuts herself on the rocks, she waves off your concern and continues to limp through the cavern. You can see her blood glowing in the dark. It does not stop flowing for hours, burning little pockmarks in the stone paths. You wonder why you ever trusted her.

Annabel

“... in her tomb by the sounding sea...”

Annabel is strange, but you would never say it to her face. She's such a sweet girl, and she's never done anything wrong to you. Heck, she even helped you when you fell into the canal that one time. She's cute, popular, friendly, and 99.9% of the time you'd swear she's just another student. The other 0.01% of the time, well— you notice how pale and thin she seems to be. You notice the thousand different pills she brings to class every day. You notice how she disappears after school. Does she even live in town? Is Annabel even her real name? But when you come back to school the next day and bump into her during lunch, she's just another student to you again.

1. jules pov

You jerk away. It's not real, you remind yourself. Not real. They've got it out for you. Always have. Why would this be any different? It's just an illusion, you guess, yet another thing they've come up with. You're smart now, you're savvy. You know what the tricks are and how to avoid them. She couldn't actually be here.

2. lincoln pov

You pull the blinds and turn off the lights. To calm yourself down, you think of galaxies unknown, slow, volatile, eternal. Spinning lethargically in the void of space. But even that can't touch you. You feel almost guilty, like you intruded on something that you were never meant to see. Secrets. Emotions. You groan and pull your covers over you, turning over, blocking out any thought. You close your eyes.

3. gracelyn pov

You work with your daughter's silent presence beside you. The birds sing in the air, the chickens cluck in the yard. As always, the house smells like pine and flowers. Lavender, geranium, bergamot. You can't see it, but in the distance, you know the pond laps and glitters in the sunlight.

don't ask me why the hell i decided to write this entire thing in second person present tense.