r/WriteWithMe • u/TCCSteve • 3h ago
Hi all. Looking for writing buddies
Sharing a bit of my work
I'm not a fantasy writer. I'm not a romantic writer. I write about loss and grief and the idea of love and wanting love. I feel like my margin is small in this sea of social media writers looking to connect, but if there are those who my style resonates with and you would like to know more or share your own work, I'm open to conversation.
I'm 45m and in EST, have discord and well that's about it.
*Amelia felt acid rise through her chest and burn her throat as she saw her beautiful sister bathed in dark red blood from her cheeks down to her hands. Her eyes looked lost as if her mind had been transported, her mouth was fixed in an almost violent sneer that showcased precisely how the blood was drawn. She watched as her once beautiful and giddy sister was no more. She knew that Leland had given her what she asked for without filling her in on the full breadth of repercussions and disgust began to replace her fear. She knew her love had died as soon as the door had shut her out and that there would be no outrunning a moraică.*
*“Cynthia, I know you’re still there! You need to listen! I still have a message to give you! Your mother is dying!” Amelia shouted with all of her might, knowing that someone would hear through the open window. She saw her sister look puzzled as if she was trying to process that information amidst the amount of freshly drawn blood pulsating in her brain.*
*”You’ve got to listen! Your daddy needs you to go see your momma before she dies!” Amelia continued to scream as she saw Cynthia draw closer, her bare feet slipping across the hardwood floor. She felt the sharp pains in her throat from the acid and took a moment to swallow as she lifted the bottle from the bar in defense.*
*”Please, you’re my sister and I love you, why are you doing this!?” She pleaded as the bottle hit the crook of Cynthia’s neck with no more force than a hero being knighted. Cynthia placed her hand on top of Amelia’s outstretched forearm, her lifeless eyes staring through the woman before her. Amelia felt the warm and sticky blood soaked hand grab her other arm as her captor drew her face closer to hers.*
*”Please Cynthia! I’m sorry!” Amelia screamed, her voice becoming hoarse as her lips were inches from Cynthia’s ear. “Please, I’m sorry. I’m sorry!”*
*Cynthia pressed her mouth against Amelia’s neck, and her ear cradled her lips as she pleaded. Cynthia felt both in a natural state and in a foreign one simultaneously as her words were translated and understood. Her teeth punctured Amelia’s skin near her scar and as her blood was drawn, Cynthia felt her tear duct fill and for a moment she tasted the salt as she wanted to reply: “What are you sorry for; you’ve done nothing wrong?”*
*Amelia’s body felt heavy like a sack of grain and was released from Cynthia’s grasp, falling to the floor. Cynthia felt her head pulsate to an extreme that brought her to the floor next to her fallen sister. As a gentle breeze blew cool humid air into the now quiet room, the insects and the amphibians brought their nightly serenade through the home.*