Colleen Sparks Moidu

@seemoido.bsky.social

Writer of gothic horror and near future speculative fiction. https://www.colleenmoidu.com/

ECHOES IN THE LOOP. I love how Eris handles this in snippet below: "He could feel her desperation humming through her like static. Her body was wound tight, pulse elevated, breathing shallow and irregular." #revpitwaiting #revpit

Eris shifted closer, reclining against the pillows, and gently drew her into the warmth of his body. It started unformed, a low note, then another. She felt the hum of his voice in her bones before she heard it with her ears.
  The sound was tentative at first, seeking. A few wandering notes strung together by instinct. She felt the softening of her jaw, the easing lines between her brows, and he adjusted. Each note shaped itself around her pulse, her breath, her neural patterns.
  The melody slowed, matching her rhythms. Subtle harmonic intervals wove between the tones, designed to focus her without overwhelming. It was born from her, her physiology, her pain, her need.
  Her song.
Revise & Resub@reviseresub.bsky.social · 6mo ago

#RevPitWaiting for Friday, March 20: What snippet are you most proud of, is most representative of your #revpit story, or holds a special place in your heart? 💙 This is our last prompt for the week. Check back Monday for more!

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Tess moves to a haunted Victorian with a strict 21-day eviction policy. A dying neighbor brings muffins, a python, and secrets, Tess overstays and she is trapped. Escape means solving a 40-year-old mystery buried in her own history, one she’s rewritten in order to survive. #Questpit #W #A #H #PR

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The house winks with a plywood eye and I wink back. I respect a lady who can lose a fight with gravity and keep flirting. Children’s singing reaches me: ‘Terror Theresa, don’t you stare, wrapped her baby up in hair.’ I tug my jacket closed and smile. A house with baggage. #Questpit #W #A #H #PR

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