to write is to be eaten.

sinclaire sloane | fifty-two | podcast host and bestselling author.

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⠂ ⠀ LAST SEEN : depends . he was likely on patrol or stationed outside the warehouse so the world is your oyster . ⠂ ⠀ TIME : around 8 : 32 pm .

what is halloween ? it was understood better when he was a child ; the only time of year where you can dress up as something silly and get candy for free from your neighbors . now, as a man in his 50's with a family and a job, he couldn't fathom the idea behind it for those older . outside of dressing up... inappropriately ( slutty was in this year, as some college students said ) and getting discounted drinks, what was the appeal ?

demetrius stood in front of his police car as he watched the people explore the streets, munching on a mini snickers bar given to him by a kid . his sheriff's uniform was spick and span, saved for the obnoxious red cape hanging off his back and the fake fangs held in his hand . "my wife thought it'd be fun for me to dress up this year. 'said i need to... stop being "old" for once," he goes on about to the person not too far from him, using air quotes and rolling his eyes as he still chewed his candy.

" so yes, i am a sheriff vampire . i am not dewey from scream if he was in twilight, nor am i count dilf-ula . whatever the hell that any of that means . "

[snclrsl]

she's amused by the cape that you truly have to pay attention to see since the uniform is so much more conspicuous. it is always daunting seeing a cop even in a small town like this, even in one that she knew like the back of her hand. "i think the fangs have to go inside your mouth, sheriff." sinclaire's tone is soft, teasing, although she feels like she's walking on eggshells with everyone around her. particularly her own daughter but so far things haven't been too hectic.

sinclaire herself isn't wearing a costume, she feels that would be a bit too ridiculous for a woman that's most likely spending the entire night alone. she should be at home writing but she has a feeling that something is about to happen. halloween night and all. the last costume suggestion earns a genuine laugh from her. "was it your wife that called you that or one of the college students?" she's not sure which one is worse.

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location: norwood street. wait, he shouldn't have any visitors. time: big 12 am.

the doorbell rings and he's by the door in a jiffy, accompanied by a bowl with some of the larger candy bars ( until he remembers now's not the time anymore for happy - go - lucky trick or treaters ). a small smile is present on his face, street lights gleaming brightly above nearly ominously. " hey! uh, you know you shouldn't be out and about right now. something happened, i think. i don't know, they wouldn't say anything. " then he takes a quick glance at his watch. yeah, it was midnight, about time for people to get sloshed out of their minds if it hasn't happened already. brows furrow, looking carefully for any signs of blood or injuries. " are you alright? are you in trouble? "

[snclrsl]

she knows she should be more strategic about all of this, listening to police reports or something like that, but she also knows that she has to go about this differently than the first time. everything seems to be in motion but it's hard to distinguish between a regular bloody halloween night and a red creek halloween night. sinclaire didn't exactly end up here on purpose but it sort of feels right now that she's here. "oh." a soft bashful grin, almost innocent enough. "is it too late for a private card reading?" she runs a hand through her hair as a sigh escapes her lips. "i don't mean to get you in trouble or anything, i just couldn't stay home and...well, halloween and all."

[snclrsl]

  //   (  rachel weisz  .  cis female  .  she / her  )  .    ⸻  sinclaire sloane  ,  a  fifty-two  year  old  ,  has  survived  another  day  in  red  creek  where  they  have  lived  for  almost their whole life (gone for a couple of years)  .  the  parasite  is  known  for  being  hardworking  and  cunning  and  is  often  associated  with  carrying a laptop wherever she goes , wearing sunglasses even on cloudy days, & designer clothing  .  in  a  small  town  where  they  work  as  podcast host  word  travels  fast  .  it’s  hard  to  keep  a  secret  ,  and  it  looks  like  the  boogeyman  knows  that  redacted .  

sinclaire was born an only child and it definitely showed, she was always her parents' adoration and whatever she wanted was handed to her. of course, this didn't mean much in the grand scheme of things as her parents weren't able to afford much in the first place. still, she felt that she lived life like a princess. that only lasted for a moment before she started growing up and realizing how much more others seemed to have. sinclaire always wanted more. instead, she found herself married to some man who worked as a plumber and the excuse she gave everyone was love but she didn't love that man. he just happened to ask at the right moment.

sinclaire believes in right moments which is why she spends her life seeking them. when the opportunity arose to put all she had spent learning in her years at school to good use, she took it. publishing the novel wasn't hard and even if people all around town gave her nasty looks, the checks that were coming in made it all worth it. like always, she wanted more. this wanting led her to leave her family, including her young daughter, who she promised she'd return for one day but that isn't exactly why she has decided to come back. there's the major reason; something is happening in town again and she intends to break the story. the second reason is a bit more complicated but there'll be time for that.

if it means that she can once again get closer to the townspeople, she will pretend to be whoever they want her to be as long as it gives her another bestseller. is she detailing the progress of her new investigation on her podcast? absolutely.

this is mostly all word vomit to get the general idea of her out there but i'll write something more concrete soon, i can't wait to write with you all!

[flowerytale]

Joan Didion, from Blue Nights

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Rachel Hannah Weisz

[bostonpoetryslam]

“I think the duty of the writer, as you ask this question now, is to remind us that we will die. And that we aren’t dead yet.”

— Solmaz Sharif, in conversation with Rickey Laurentiis for Sublevel Mag

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Joan Didion, The Art of Fiction No. 71