Gabriel

Heya! 👋 An ao3 goblin aspiring to be a writer, currently working on my debut novel. Writing a historical literary novel with my principal as muse, If my work interests you, or you yourself are a fellow writer, kindly reach out 🙌!

[mystheria]

A snippet from my debut novel that I'm working. If my work interests you, kindly consider following me to support my writing 🫶

[mystheria]

Hey there 👋 This is a small blurb from my wip. It's from my debut novel.

I'll keep trying to post scenes from my writing as frequently as I can. I also post on Snipfic regularly, please do consider reaching out there too! I opened this account with the understanding that to write a book also means to market it, and I'm trying. I'm also learning. By no means am I an accomplished writer, I'm learning and I am open to any suggestions. And if you're someone like me and can relate, reach out. Let's build a community. The title is linked with my snipfic account.

Sorry for the ramble and thank you 🫶

To add some background, the boy, "Staney" has a rough childhood. This scene is a memory from his past, an inciting incident. And "Gabriel" is his incident.

Memories

“I see you,” Gabriel said. 'What does he see?’

When seven-year-old Staney stared at the mirror in his new mansion of two years, all he saw was someone wearing clothes that weren’t meant for him, too skinny, and too dark for his new hostile surroundings. When he was twelve, on a cold Friday, he saw the lines of his ribs and the shadowy dark purple bruises on his stomach. On his sixteenth birthday, his mother saw her husband’s face and in the reflection of her eyes, he saw a love that held her captive and the curdling hatred she held for her son. But he didn’t see him, in the mirror, in her eyes, not even in the still gutter of the alleyway.

A snippet from my debut novel that I'm working. If my work interests you, kindly consider following me to support my writing 🫶