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Haint Party Despite the pre-dawn drama, the wedding was flawless. It was a beautiful lie we all collectively told the world. Our honeymoon in the mountains was a blissful counterpoint to the chaos: we trekked, camped, and exhaustively photographed every moment. On the long drive back, we even had our auras read and our chakras aligned by a beautiful older… Continue reading Epilogue: From Beginning to the End
Haint Party I stood in front of the living room mirror, making a final, pathetic attempt to coax the wrinkles out of my clothes. After confirming they were ruined beyond salvation, I gave up and attacked my hair. I was a mess, sleep-deprived, and marked with a fresh witch brand. I checked my phone: “We’ve got to go,” I announced,… Continue reading Chapter 14: The Wedding
Haint Party “Shall we begin?” Sadie’s hands relaxed, the toxic green glow vanishing. With a theatrical flick of her wrist, the book flew up from the floor and hovered precisely in front of Erin. Erin accepted the book, which opened automatically to the “Untethering Spell.” She scanned the page. “It’s not a complicated spell. There are words we say… over… Continue reading Chapter 13: Our Werewolf
Haint Party The darkness was a suffocating blanket, punctuated only by the scrape of panicked chairs and the frantic sound of my own hand reaching for anyone. Then, from the center of the sunroom doorway, a vivid, poisonous green light bloomed. The glow grew, sketching a terrifying silhouette in the gloom. Someone brushed past me. I jumped a foot in… Continue reading Chapter 12: The Ghost Witch
The Unbearable Nudity of Writing Look, I love writing. I do. It’s a passion, a calling, an excuse to avoid actual human interaction. But let’s be real, folks. Writing is basically just aggressively stripping down in front of a crowd of strangers and yelling, “LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT MY DEEPEST THOUGHTS! AREN’T THEY FASCINATINGLY AWKWARD?” I mean, I sit… Continue reading Why My Brain is an Exhibitionist and I Hate It
48,528 Words of Blood, Cypress, and the Sweet Relief of the Short Story Cycle This post is going to be a long one. Not just because I have a lot of emotion and reflection to unpack, but because I have a math problem to solve. I signed up for ProWritingAid’s NovNov (Novel November) challenge with a goal of hitting 50,000… Continue reading After Knight: My Thoughts on Novel November
Haint Party Sleep took me with brutal efficiency. I plunged into a terrible, vivid dream. Bex and I were fighting, a real, ugly one, and she was done. She packed her bags and left without a single word of reconciliation. Then the scene shifted. I was sobbing to Erin, explaining that Rebecca had left me. Erin was only half-listening, nodding… Continue reading Chapter 11: It’s Not Over…
More Stories, More Community Hello lovely readers! I wanted to give you all a little look behind the curtain at what I’m planning for December. It feels like the right time to shake things up, connect more, and just generally stop feeling like an automaton chained to the keyboard. Thanks for reading The House of Wandering Thoughts! Subscribe for free… Continue reading December Refresh
The Knights of Maenara Collective (10 of 10) The mahogany front door of Victoria’s New Orleans manor was pristine once more, the last sticky residue of the “Queen Victoria Pumpkin” incident scrubbed away by a mortified staff. Yet, the air in the house still held a faint, residual scent of cinnamon and decay, a fitting metaphor for the new, absurd… Continue reading Queen's Gambit
