Labyrinthians - Lover Of Things

last lines tag!

i was tagged by @sanguinewritings ! thank you!

this is from my most recent wip (one that i honestly can’t figure out what to do with whoops). the premise is that three kids, one from italy in 1847, one from hollywood in 1952, and one from a space-training school that is in space (sort of like the international space station ig) end up lobbed together in some weird town after they have all had a hand in a murder. ;)

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If Wren noticed the word or the touch, he didn’t show it. He kept staring and staring, like he could bring Carina back to life if he focused hard enough

Her bony, scorched fingers scraped over bloody cheeks. “I hate you,” snarled Carina again. “Nic will never look at you again. You’re a murderer. Murderer. Murderer murderer murderer—”

She repeated the word, over and over until it twisted itself into meaninglessness, until Carina Valentino and her blazing fury had vanished without a trace.

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Hiya!

This is my official writeblr intro i guess?? YAY FOR ME! I don’t really know what info i should add except for the following;

I’ve been writing ever since i was young, but i finally took it up as a real hobby around three years ago. My pronouns are they/them and you can call me sunny or Sarah. I usually write short stories but i am working on a fantasy murder mystery novel that will also be a screenplay (eventually.) I usually write realistic fiction, fantasy or mysteries. Recently I’ve been branching out into horror and I’ve found out I’m not half bad. 

These bitches are GAY!!!!!!!

beta doodssssssss

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

RHAENYRA and ALICENT + art

Vincente Capobianchi | LE HÉRON FAMILIER , 1877 Jacques Clement Wagrez | Promenade médievale , 1899 Aimée Brune-Pagès | Young Lady with her Maid, 1853 Eugen von Blaas | Day dreamers , 1887 Anthony van Dyck | William II, Prince of Orange, and his Bride, Mary Stuart, 1641

Rhaenyra is better than me cause I would have killed my own father for her

swan upon leda

heatwave by midday, heat lightning on a summer night