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Joey’s 2019 WIPs + Short Stories

This is a tentative list of written works (+ accompanying short previews) that I’ll be completing/working on for the rest of the year. Although this is in list format, the order of completion is subject to change. Thank you, all of you, for being patient with me during these past few weeks as I was finalizing a few things and getting to ready to write for the rest of 2019~!

Sleightly Out of Hand | Teen ~ Mature Project: Original, establishing character moment, negotiations and fatal flaws Approx. Word count: 5.5k ~ 8.5k

“When night falls, the city belongs to the mafia. So trust me, there are as many people who’d like to torture you as there are stars in the sky.” — Diana Petrova, as she pulls her coat closer to herself while walking in the rain

On November 18th, 2016 — near the embankment of the Griboyedov Channel, there was a shootout between the St. Petersburg Police and the Bratva of Hearts. Initially, because of an anonymous tip that had been phoned-in earlier that afternoon, the police were notified of a series of threats and violence that were soon to occur within that area. Unknowingly, when they arrived at the apparent scene of the crime, they soon became a part of the statistics of those found dead or alive. With insurmountable bloodshed, hazed throughout the streets of St. Petersburg, Diana Petrova is on a personal vendetta to uncover the identity of whom had sent the anonymous tip. For a mafioso who had sworn she’d never kill, will this finally be the incident where she breaks that one and only rule for herself?

Are You Human, Too? | Teen ~ Mature Project: BSD fanfic, Dark Era (before and after), mer!AU, narrated as a fairytale Approx. Word count: 12k ~ 25k

“I once knew someone who had sold his soul to the Devil for the sake of his own greed. And after that, he lost all of his morals and all the people that he ever loved.” — Dazai Osamu, perhaps a confession or a bout of reminiscence as he stares at his unwavering reflection in the water

‘Forged from the seas and branded by the Devil, there’s no other creature that could rival them in evil. They are of a soulless entity, forever wandering in hunger throughout the seven seas. They are a nuisance of a creature; but no, a noose will not set them free. They are bound to this life, if Heaven allowed, for eternity. Of all the creatures that lurk in the deep, I pray you never meet one and lose your humanity.’ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It wasn’t a coincidence that mers were often associated with misfortune and death. To encounter one meant certain doom, but Oda could decide for himself if all of that was actually true. From what little that he knew, the dichotomy of good and evil was of little importance to Dazai. Nothing thrilled him more than the elegance of his own demise, and it didn’t matter of what suffering it’d take to get there. But even so, perhaps this yearning was the only reason why Dazai was still alive. After all, this wasn’t his first life.

Night & Day | Mature ~ Explicit Project: Original, character & relationship study, black and white morality Approx. Word count: 15k ~ 35k

“If there’s one thing I know for certain, nothing in life is set in stone. If our words can evolve, so can we.” — ‘Guildenstern’ Dimitrova, not a tremor seizes her before she reaches out

Neither a comment nor request stirred from Mikhail before an umbrella unfurled its canopy over his head. Above him was the willowy frame of its branches before the metal gave away to a thin, black sheet that kept the rain away. Although the rain couldn’t touch him now, its stains were on him still. Every droplet, running down him, felt like a listless finger that was admiring an object than the flesh and bone bounded to its name. Quivering from the ends of his lips was a chill and yet another before Mikhail faltered back. He could’ve fumbled, he could’ve fallen. His legs had turned to porcelain and were about ready to give out. But if Mikhail were to crumble from the face of this earth, not a drop of him would hit the ground as far as Guildenstern was concerned.

Thunder — what thunder? Rain — what rain? Not an etch of uncertainty clouded her judgment as she caught him. All the while, the umbrella followed. At least, she could spare him from the pouring rain. ‘Drenched’ could hardly describe her state of disarray. However, she seemed unperturbed by the plaster of bangs clouded over her gaze, or of the solemn raindrop that lingered after it meandered down her face. There was no reason for her to do this. And yet — when she found Mikhail, soaked to the bone as he stood at the foot of his mother’s grave, Guildenstern parted from her roof and sheltered him with her own.

It's Written In The Walls | Mature Project: Original, character study, hostage/interrogation scene, body horror Approx. Word count: 2.5k ~ 4.5k

“Don’t you worry, I’ve got a list with you and all of your friends on it. No one’s dying alone.” — ‘Rosencrantz’ Sadowsky, a smile lifts the corners of their mouth

If it were a stranger to those waiting on its row, Death wouldn’t have nudged its seat closer before the start of the show. Where flickering beneath that one light bulb in the warehouse, only a fraction of it glinted from the corner of an eye. As if lost, if only for a moment, before a patchwork of shadows emerged from the other side. Roosted on the edge of their seat was Rosencrantz and seated below their gaze was a pistol, purchased for a ruble more than what was asked for it. At the moment, it was stitched between their fingers. In the next, it felt the caress of each and every one as it writhed in Rosencrantz’s hands. Along the way while doing so, stray bullets across the table tried to escape. They were caught, they were snatched, and they were locked into their place.

The pistol was heavy, but it grew lighter with every bullet until there was none. Even when all the rounds had found their way into a body, the job still wasn’t done. This was only a sign of things to come and carrying out this revenge had only just begun.

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