Hello.
I am webserial writer #14930587623.
Simply put, this work that does NOT belong here. I was posting it in other places and then got the incredibly funny thought to post... here.
This is like a finding a carton of milk out in a forest. But that's in and of itself kind of hilarious.
This is an actual work I'm creating, its just not meant to be here. You can keep up with it if you like it.
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Actual stuff:
This story lives at an intersection of literary fiction and high-concept speculative weirdness/stakes. It aims not just to explore mysteries and worlds, but the people who are forced to live inside them.
At its core, this is a story about displacement.
What would it feel like to be taken from your world and placed into another?
Into unfamiliar cultures, relationships, rules?
Away from everything and everyone that used to define "home" for you?
But I'm also writing a story about waking up in the body of a moth-person in a massive, upside-down tree. In an inverted forest looking down to a void that storms every night due to the mechanics of alien tree sap. In one of six massive towers before a prismatic sun that freezes the clouds. I put a lot of weight into the external world.
But just as heavily weighed are the inner lives of the characters.
So this story moves between mythic revelations about the new world and quiet moments. Haunted fairytale dreams that force trauma to be relived, and grounded slice-of-life. Personal introspection and violent, ritualistic upheavals.
Ultimately, I'm writing this story because I want to live in the skin of someone stolen from home. I want to see the small, heavy moments. I want to see the massive revelations. I want to escape into fantasy that makes me fear the fantastical.
If it resonates with you too, I'm glad you're here. This is my fun passion project.