I didn't participate in #MorbidMarch as often as I wished, but it's been an enjoyable month seeing what people shared in the tag. To wrap up my own Morbid March offerings, I'll settle for boosting this post about my current WIP. Might be my most morbid work yet, which is, in fact, saying something.

Thank you for hosting! #MorbidMarch
I'm trans + write dark fantasy
including a series about an all queer cast trying to survive a world corrupted by death magic
The Witch of Eden Hollow revolves around grief & how it changes each character.
All are free to read! 🔗
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#morbidMarch #day31 #theLastDay

Reader, I drowned. No, really. The caul didn't save me, and my ears are still ringing with the sounds of the waters.

There was something, or rather someone out in that cold wet abyss with a thousand weighted needles stitching me to the floor of the lake.

#morbidMarch #day31 #theLastDay

Woah, apart from two days where I ended up posting belatedly, I managed to do all of them!

Obviously my writing, as a pantser is not the best, am hoping it's been a delight and not a curse for anyone who has read the overlapping extra micro-fic I've done for it.

a grey sea, overcast sky, a skeleton is dragging a man into the water and the man is resisting so far...

A maritime superstition said it was unlucky to “save a stranger from the sea” for “he’ll turn your enemy”. There was a belief that the one who saved the other, would soon be drowned themselves... #MorbidMarch 🎨Niss

#MorbidMarch Finale Showcase dark fiction, art, folklore, and other work inspired by death and dying Don't forget to use alt text No A.I.

The last day!

No prompt. We're celebrating any and all morbid imaginings!

Use #MorbidMarch to share/boost work inspired by death and dying — art, writing, reading recs, music, folklore, history, science, etc.

Thank you to everyone who's joined in the fun 🖤

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#morbidMarch #day30 #waters

So, you never said if that Caul can stop you from drowning.
I looked at the waters edge, and back at those Whitby Jet eyes and I knew what he was thinking.
He was faster than me and the water was cold. A thousand needles all at once, latching like weighted stitches.

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#MorbidMarch Prompts 1. casket 2. veiled 3. dig 4. gore 5. sweet 6. strychnine 7. mystery 8. break 9. gilt 10. marble 11. low 12. revel 13. elder 14. iron 15. zeal 16. narrow 17. debris 18. urn 19. blanched 20. rasping 21. lost 22. caul 23. hatred 24. teeth 25. obituary 26. will 27. fantastic 28. anchor 29. jet 30. waters Illustration of four skeletons playing instruments and dancing from The Dance of Death (1493) by Michael Wolgemut, from the Nuremberg Chronicle

Day 30 of #MorbidMarch! The last prompt!

Prompt: WATERS

Use #MorbidMarch to share and boost art, writing, reading recs, music, folklore, history, science, etc. Whatever the prompt inspires, whether it's creative work or something to stoke morbid imaginings.

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shimmering blue sea with a fishing boat bobbing. a young woman in pink cardigan and white apron is walking across the rocky shore with a wicker basket, handle under her arm.

Balls of light have been reported hovering over various stretches of water on the Scottish lochs, sometimes stationary, then moving fast and dropping down into the water. In local lore such lights were thought to foretell death, and upon seeing them, fisherman would stay on dry land... #MorbidMarch

Grab the child, and go. The others have made their choice.
Or, leave the child behind. Their eyes are already not right.
Pray the car starts. If it doesn’t, just run.
You have the key to the gate. There’s blood on your hands, but you have the key, and that is all that matters. Now, run.
#MorbidMarch

When the witching hour struck, cloaked figures emerged from the fog, surrounding the house at five points. Discordant voices called up a storm, until the earth cracked open, swallowing the house and all its inhabitants…
(For better or for worse, the roots sheltered the youngest.)
#MorbidMarch

#morbidMarch #day29 #jet

They were the darkest eyes I've ever seen. Even the iris seemed devoid of colour. Eyes of Whitby Jet. They seemed to hold the soul of anyone that looked their way, like the way that Whitby Jet holds onto the trees until there's nothing left but a fossil indentation. And I

a fashionably dressed dark haired woman in a black silk striped mourning dress with bustled back staring out to sea. She wears a black hat with black feathers and a long white ribbon, and holds a closed black umbrella and a white handkerchief with a black border. Her mourning jewellery includes a silver and jet cross around her neck, jet beaded earrings and jet and pearl rings.

Whitby Jet became THE most integral piece of Victorian mourning jewellery. Following the death of Prince Albert 50 jet workshops swelled to 204... #MorbidMarch
🎨Jules Émile Saintin

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#MorbidMarch Prompts 1. casket 2. veiled 3. dig 4. gore 5. sweet 6. strychnine 7. mystery 8. break 9. gilt 10. marble 11. low 12. revel 13. elder 14. iron 15. zeal 16. narrow 17. debris 18. urn 19. blanched 20. rasping 21. lost 22. caul 23. hatred 24. teeth 25. obituary 26. will 27. fantastic 28. anchor 29. jet 30. waters Illustration of four skeletons playing instruments and dancing from The Dance of Death (1493) by Michael Wolgemut, from the Nuremberg Chronicle

Day 29 of #MorbidMarch!

Prompt: JET

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#morbidMarch #day28 #anchor

Will really did make the most dazzling white skeleton lamp. I enjoyed him for about a year when I realised it, or the process of, no longer sparked joy for me.

I started to feel adrift, and knew I needed to find a new anchor for all my exploits to spark again.

A circus family. A glamorous mother in a tasselled bikini, her daughter in a tutu and two smaller boys. The eldest boy smiles whilst the rest of the family pose stony-faced. Everyone including the children are heavily tattooed all over their bodies. They are posing for the camera and behind them a sign reads Circus.

Tattoos all had symbolic meanings. The swallow represented how many miles the sailor had travelled and, if they drowned, would also fly their soul to heaven. The anchor represented stability, strength and safety... 📸Todd Walker #MorbidMarch

#MorbidMarch it's a trick of the light, surely. A smudge on the glass of the mirror, I thought. But, there it was, plain as day; a face. I cleaned it multiple times, but the smudge wouldn't fade. Sun damage? Water damage? I was running through the options when it winked at me. Now it's behind cloth.

#MorbidMarch

Oh god. I'm just getting to this and there's quite a few I've written that I enjoy. But, this might be my favorite.

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#MorbidMarch Prompts 1. casket 2. veiled 3. dig 4. gore 5. sweet 6. strychnine 7. mystery 8. break 9. gilt 10. marble 11. low 12. revel 13. elder 14. iron 15. zeal 16. narrow 17. debris 18. urn 19. blanched 20. rasping 21. lost 22. caul 23. hatred 24. teeth 25. obituary 26. will 27. fantastic 28. anchor 29. jet 30. waters Illustration of four skeletons playing instruments and dancing from The Dance of Death (1493) by Michael Wolgemut, from the Nuremberg Chronicle

Day 28 of #MorbidMarch!

Prompt: ANCHOR

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a ship is going down into a cascading sea overseen by a skeletal monster with a single giant bulging eye.

The fantastic legend of The Lady Lovibond is the tale of a ghost ship which reappears every 50 years off the coast of Kent. The ship was said to have been deliberately steered off course by the first mate who was in love with the captain's wife... 🎨Alfred Kubin #MorbidMarch

"They burned pretty."
#MorbidMarch

#MorbidMarch An excerpt from The Witch of Eden Hollow. I really liked writing the downward spiral Elias has after what *was* a really nice morning with his new partner that spiralled into him missing his son. Plus the reaction the plants around him have to it.
redactions because spoilers

'Who knew humans could be so colourful inside? Especially one as dull as Rob had been, when he was alive.'

First line of Phengaris, my novella :)

#MorbidMarch

The final chat questions of the final weekly chat of #MorbidMarch are up!

(Where has the time gone?!)

That's all for the chat.

Keep having fun with any questions from this week that you haven't got to yet. Don't forget to check out what others have been sharing and comment and boost!

And get your morbid best ready to share for the finale showcase day of #MorbidMarch on the 31st!

(12/12)

Question Ten There has to be a logical explanation — no reason to resort to the fantastic. What is observed and how is it tenuously explained away? Tag #MorbidMarch no A.I.

Today's prompt is "fantastic," so...

Question Ten

There has to be a logical explanation — no reason to resort to the fantastic. What is observed and how is it tenuously explained away?

Remember to tag your response with #MorbidMarch
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(11/12)

Question Nine What is a morbid sentence or snippet you've written that you are particularly please with? Tag #MorbidMarch no A.I.

Question Nine

What is a morbid sentence or snippet you've written that you are particularly please with?

Remember to tag your response with #MorbidMarch
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(10/12)

#morbidMarch #day27 #fantastic

Breaking news: the shock disappearance of Will Turner has now become a murder investigation. The 17 year old disappeared a month ago today. He was last seen in blue jeans and a black jacket near Bay st of George Town. I turned the TV off and my attention back to my

STORIES OF GHOSTS

HOUSE HAUNTED BY THE SPIRITS OF THE DEPARTED.

The Phantoms Are Said to Sometimes Perform the Queerest Pranks — The Explanation, When Found, May Be Very Simple and Is Often Laughable

— from The Florence Times, January 11th, 1896

#MorbidMarch #PhantomsFriday

It’s the last full week of the month, so it’s the last weekly chat for #MorbidMarch.

The theme is Show & Tell — as in show and tell what’s currently sparking your morbid imaginings.

Here’s the thread of the week’s questions 🧵👇