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Sarah | is on draft 2

@seasarbear.bsky.social

aspiring author // working on draft 2 of a ya litfic

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Lola is 👻AGENTED!!👻@lolagracebooks.bsky.social · last yr.

Sibyl likes grad school. Loves it. She has to, otherwise all the time and effort she spent getting there was pointless. She DOES belong there, but she’s constantly falling behind, until help comes from the strangest of creatures. All it asks in return is a bit of her time. #questpit #W #A #S #H

Holly E. O’Neill @heoneill.bsky.social · last yr.

Natasha James joins the top team in Formula 1 for her rookie year. The sport is glamorous but bruising, and her sour relationship with the press and a ferocious old rival leave her wondering…Am I good enough? #questpit #a #q #formula1

Formation Lap: Natasha James. [a picture of a woman wearing racing overalls]

Sarah | is on draft 2 @seasarbear.bsky.social · last yr.

I’LL GIVE YOU THE SUN X ARCHER’S VOICE A story about grief and the different ways people survive their losses. Ivy has gone silent, a person barely there, and Bear has built himself into the brightest version of himself. #questpit #W #YA #LF

What Gets Left Behind

Ivy has spent the past four years in silence, swallowed in the grief of her mother’s death and the absence of her father. She’s accepted that she might just be doomed to this life until she meets Griff, the elderly man at the cemetery, who insists she go out in the world, firstly by meeting the guide at the local museum, Bear. He’s everything that Ivy isn’t: radiant, outgoing, and, of course, he talks.

Excepts

“The first few months it had been freeing to be invisible--to not have to be anyone at all, to exist in between. No one had expected anything of her which was a novelty to a girl who was smart and independent, to suddenly be weightless. Of course, it was freeing only until she was so weightless that there was nothing solid of her left for anyone to see.”

“The first time Bear could remember someone smiling because of him was something burned onto his heart, a scab that never properly healed over. He had realized that it was perhaps the most glorious feeling to see someone smiling because of him. It had felt like a power he didn’t want to waste or misuse.”