Oh my glob if I had turnips id be begging for the invite lol. I JUST restarted an island.

I was completely unprepared so you get 3 in one for #UnhingedPit.

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At Necropolis Keep, healer Thalenya Marrow is summoned to replace a dead sorcerer’s wife and finds a house that feeds on devotion. As grief twists into obsession and forbidden love blooms with the heir, she must unravel a binding that traps the dead… before it traps her too

#A #DR #WIP

WHERE ECHOES WAIT #UnhingedPit #A #H

🎵 To the tune of you-know-what 🎵

Oops, I screamed again
Down into the well
That echo wasn't mine
But it knows me well

Am I going crazy
Or is the house aware
It's not that innocent

Not a romance. But the house always gets the girl.

Epistolary gothic horror.

I had so much fun with that anthology!

Four grayscale photographs arranged in a grid show worn, typewritten internal memos labeled “CAMP RECLAIM – INTERNAL DOCUMENT – WORKFORCE RECLAMATION INITIATIVE.” The pages are creased and smudged, with bolded slogans and bullet points about compliance, regulation, and utilization. Phrases like “UTILIZE, DON’T ERADICATE,” “ASSETS, NOT THREATS,” and “YOU ARE EMPLOYABLE” appear in stark black ink. The aesthetic evokes bureaucratic propaganda, clinical and impersonal, against a distressed paper background.

Somewhere between The Lottery and Never Let Me Go, the undead aren’t feared. They’re processed. At Camp Reclaim, hunger is a performance metric, noncompliance is reassignment, and the apocalypse clocks in at 0600.

#unhingedpit #A #H #Q

I'm KD Martin and I primarily stick to political horror. Due to this I wake up every day of the last year or so to what ever nightmare I have outlined to write about becoming headlines.

#HorrorWritersChat Q3:

This is another personal dream I want to use sometime: I dreamt I was in a plane crash. But I was lucid dreaming (fairly common), so I wasn't worried about it. I knew when I hit the ground I would wake up... then I didn't. I emerged from the wreck to a crumbling reality.

The drunk uncle theory.

You don’t argue with the casually homophobic uncle at Thanksgiving dinner to change his mind; you argue so that the closeted cousin at the kids table knows there’s safe people and better possibilities out there

Underage women do not exist. The word y'all are looking for is CHILDREN.

My Seminar suggestions for Gencon have been tentatively accepted. Keep an eye out for Table and Field Aid. 101 is prevention of sexual violence and 102 is the correct way to handle a disclosure.

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I taped sheets over every mirror, shaved by touch, brushed my teeth blind. Tonight the power died. In the dark glass I finally looked. I was still there. Behind me, smiling, was the thing that had been avoiding me. It raised my hands as I screamed.

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The scenes I put off are the ones that viscerally turn my stomach. The darkest moments, the eclipse before the light returns.

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I like moral and ethical quandries. I want to know whether or not you will take the easy path even though it may not be to morally correct one. I want to know which choices make you toss, turn, and lose sleep.

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Hi! Im KD Martin and I write primarily political and societal horror. When I started writing in the genre I didnt expect that all my darkest ideas would become reality.

Don't you just hate the days when your disabilities are disabling you?

Moodboard for ALL ABOARD: a shadowed knife, a train with headlights on in the snow, a screaming, indistinct face, a skull in a palm, mist-capped mountains

Features: forced proximity, unreliable narration, f/f enemies to lovers, power and influence, survival, identity and paranoia. Pitch: When Sam Hambrook, heir to the Hambrook potato chip fortune, is found poisoned and stabbed aboard his family's snowed-in train, his ex-fiancee, Poppy, scrambles to solve the crime despite interference from her brother, Lars—whose desperation to cover up that he stabbed Sam is merging with a haunting only he can see.

Snippet for ALL ABOARD: The lamp flickers and a strange energy thrums through the train. Panic claws at my insides. I sense it before I see it: a hooded figure gliding through the closed gangway door. It leeches the forest green from the wallpaper and the gleam from the mahogany hardwoods as it drifts toward me, leaving a drab gray in its wake, and why oh why is no one else so much as flinching? Why is Poppy still asking investigative questions over Sam’s dead body? I’m the only one who can see it. The only one it can terrorize.

Comp books: "We Used to Live Here," "The Tell-Tale Heart," "The Train from Platform 2," "Hamlet"

TRAIN FROM PLATFORM 2 X WE USED TO LIVE HERE X TELL-TALE HEART

Hamlet, flipped on its head
Dual POV (sibs Ophelia & Laertes)
A private train to a will reading
2 snowed-in murders & a haunting
F/F enemies to lovers to—

❄️Querying soon❄️

#questpit #agentsguide #A #T #H #W

Villa with camera lens overlay showing “recording” Lights, CamBot, Bloodbath Adult Speculative Sci Fi Psychological Horromance LAST CHANCE MATCH Now revising with WriteHive

Welcome to LAST CHANCE MATCH! A gov’t-funded dating show where the deadly game play of SQUID GAME + tech horror of BLACK MIRROR meets the summer romance of LOVE ISLAND.

𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤'𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧?

#questpit #w #revising #A #S #SF #R #H #D

Practical Magic x The Honey Witch

Two sisters develop the ability to sense love and are able to determine a person’s true love… for everyone except themselves ✨

With Big 5 Editor interest

#QuestPit #Q #A #YA #F #R

The image shows a dark, gothic hall lit by candlelight. Stone pillars rise into arching shadows, and the air feels heavy and sacred. At the center stands a young woman with long, wavy dark hair and pale skin. She gazes directly forward, her expression calm but solemn—almost haunted. She wears a simple, dark gown with no ornamentation. In her hands, she holds a large silver chalice filled with dark red liquid, unmistakably reminiscent of blood. The chalice glints in the candlelight, casting a crimson reflection on her fingers. Behind her, three tall candles burn steadily, their light flickering against the cold stone walls. At the top of the image, in bold, elegant serif letters, are the words: “THE HOUSE OF DHRATH.” Below her hands, smaller, is Text reading 'A Novel'

In a haunted fortress where blood seals loyalty and love defies death, a young healer marries a widowed sorcerer obsessed with his dead wife. As ghosts stir and power shifts, she must choose: free the bound soul—or become the next one trapped.

#questpit #writingcommunity #W #DR #DF

Aww thanks!

Top image is a rotten zombie that seems to be running toward you. The lower image is of a seemingly calmer, less rotted, young woman zombie with pale eyes

Welcome back to 'life' as one of the 5% who reanimate after death. As a new Zedizen, you train at Camp Reclaim to suppress feral instincts, work in fields deadly to humans, and survive a world that fears you. You’re no longer human—but not yet a monster.

#QuestPit #w #q #a #h

75k YA Satirical Dystopian Fantasy 99 WAYS TO GET EX-SPELLED (WITHOUT COMMITTING MURDER By Victoria Jayne 星星亚

The Pitch Anarchocommunist, OCD-ridden Posey Peabody has been drafted into the American Army Academy for Powerful Witches. By entry stats she's the Winner--First Rank of her class. All is well as can be until Amelia Appleton takes her Rank with reckless, dangerous, wrong magic. And then Appleton doesn't get expelled. Competitive streak activated, Posey and Appleton engage in reckless, rule-breaking acts of magic and mischief. While trading First Rank between each other, Posey realizes that Appleton might not be such a weirdo after all. In fact, she's annoyingly pretty. That said, Appleton's got her eye on that government position through all this, and Posey would rather die than work for the fascists in charge. Posey's intention is to truly get expelled. She wants to be the first one to do it. Meanwhile, an underground betting ring rises up, classmates betting on whether or not Posey will have to kill someone to get expelled. Posey hopes it's not true, but whether or not she finds out is entirely up to her.

FIRST LINE SNIPPET Somewhere behind the stage, Headmaster Josephus Crimble is puking his guts out. I remind myself that it's okay if I start to count and stop myself after the limit, so long as I don't make it to ten. If you make it to ten, the limit goes down by one, Posey. Don't forget. I started at five hundred. Drifting through the rest of the day in this half-there state, I sit with my feelings locked tight in a jar of my own design. Ґ1l preserve my emotions like lemons, until they're laden with salt and mellowed in their sourness. That feeling, or lack thereof, feels warm as home to me, and my deep yearning for Nukeville ebbs into a soft ache that gently rubs my heart into a smoother, steadier rhythm. There will be no need for counting when there's no feeling to (dis)regulate.

#questpit here’s my #agentsguide to 99 WAYS TO GET EXSPELLED (WITHOUT COMMITTING MURDER), a sapphic ya satirical dystopian fantasy that dares to ask the question:

What if The Bomb gave people nuclear magic?

#w #d #f #lgbt #ya #ownvoices

BETTER THAN THE MOVIES x SHE'S ALL THAT

currently querying my YA romance DIRTBAG (70k words)

🖤 enemies-to-lovers in forced proximity
👫 dual POV
🗣️ witty and snappy banter
🤝 a complicated bet
🥀 unlikely girl gets the unattainable guy

#agentsguide #questpit #amquerying #q #a

The Apparently Famous Mia Miller. Purple background with a tuning fork, magical wisps, and wisteria

Cast of characters. A smiling blonde girl: the BFF. An amused looking brunette: the hero. A dark haired boy: the boy. A fierce looking woman: the mom. A befuddled looking woman: the author.

Snippet: Why? That's always the question, isn't it? This one act of rebellion feels like pulling at a thread and watching everyhing unravel. Like maybe the wrold wouldn't come to an end if I didn't follow every single rule laid out in front of me. Like maybe these rules don't really make any sense.

Comps: "The Lost Hero"- Aged up Riordan. Quest with BFF. "Fire with Fire" by Destiny Soria- Southern Fantasy. Anxiety Rep. "The Truman Show"- Crumbling Worldview. Is my life real?

When Mia's sent on a quest to Nashville, she's just happy to bring her bff and warm up her restricted music powers. But when a breakout novel exposes her secret life & magical community, Mia must chose between following Olympus' orders, or salvaging her secrets.
#QuestPit #YA #F

Calling all agents!

🥀Pinocchio retelling
🥀PENELOPE w/ EVER AFTER vibes
🥀vanity magic system
🥀disability rep
🥀star-crossed friends-to-lovers
🥀morally-gray rebel vs. loyal best friend
🥀masquerade balls & fantasy couture 👗✨
🥀otherness & belonging

#QuestPit #Q #YA #F #RF #agentsguide | Now querying!

TRACES - now querying

Phoebe has seen past and future versions of herself since she was a teenager.
She's never seen one older than 30.
She just turned 29.
She begins hearing a menacing voice from her past.

🌇 Philadelphia setting
🎭 Ex theater kid energy
🖤🤍💜 Aro/ace MC

#questpit #A #Q #S

Poster for Sea Curser (Speculative Adult Fiction, 76,000 words) Themes and Tropes: Closed-Setting, Folklore, Contemporary, Mythical Creatures, Loss & Reconciliation, Remote Island, Maine, Women's Retreat, Ancient Curses Summary: What ancient evil resides within Rose Bluff Island’s iconic pink granite? Hoping to decompress after the death of her mother, Nan attends a retreat at an idyllic Maine Inn. But nothing has prepared her for the arrival of Faye, who claims she is Nan’s half-sister. As she struggles to navigate her relationship with Faye—and the back-stabbing women at the retreat—a series of dramatic events occurs. Connectivity is severed. The island’s causeway disappears. And the island drifts out to sea. When guests vanish, and Faye is attacked by a beast, Nan is warned of a cursed Creature of the sea. But the Creature is not the only one on the island who is cursed…

It's #QuestPit Day! 🖊️

Ready to query.. SEA CURSER (Adult Speculative)

What ancient evil waits off Maine's iconic coastline... 🌊

⏺️Closed-Setting
🌲Remote Island
🤬Ancient Curses
🧜‍♀️Folklore & Coastal Mythology
🙏Loss & Reconciliation

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