#spymaster wip

[amandawritesxo]

WIP Intro: The Spymaster

Genre: paranormal horror, possession, Kafka-esque dread

Status: In the Discovery drafting stage

Synopsis:  Sucked into the routine of a dead-end night-manager shift, Jonas yearns for the Good Ole Days, back when he and his two best friends used to break into abandoned buildings and do seances and EVP sessions. When he meets a beautiful young woman, she encourages him to get back into the Ghost Hunting gig to win her heart. Only his first date results in a two week time lapse of which he has no memories. Jonas, alongside his best friends, fight to uncover exactly what transpired during that fortnight. Can they find the mystery girl and seek justice for the horrors wrought on Jonas, or will the horrors he enacted outside of his conscious catch up to him first?

Setting: haunted houses, convenient stores at night, the glow under street lamps, dirty train stations, the comfort of a best friend having your back

Vibe: elder millennials, emo music, the waft of cigarette smoke, clean up on aisle 12, the pain of adult friendships, the stolen potential of lost dreams, curvy goth girls that appear and disappear in clouds of smoke, night-vision cameras

Touchstones & Inspiration: Project Fear, My Best Friend's Exorcism, Metamorphosis, Carmilla,

Characters:

Jonas - the grocery night manager who dreams of something more profound

Wayne - a sound engineer who is just worried about his best bud

Sammy - an exchange student turned physical therapist that would rather be anywhere but the seedier sides of town, but steps up for the emotional support

Unnamed Babe - the beautiful woman that lured a scrawny boy under her streetlamp and offered him a drag

Excerpt:

Jonas sighed, toes of his sneakered teetering over the precipice of the bread. Deep red liquid spilled between the cracks in scuffed linoleum. Shattered glass clinked beneath stiff broom bristles. More red splattered the cuffs of his khakis.

He dropped the CAUTION: WET FLOOR sign, and it wobbled on busted legs. 

“Think I found the culprit, boss,” Brenda chirped, bubbled snapping between lipstick-stained teeth. She pointed one long, pink fingernail toward a kid’s soccer ball wedged between 24-packs of soda.

Jonas rubbed at tired eyes and nodded. Summer inventory was often the culprit of store-wide disasters. Last summer, a woman “tried out” a kayak in the middle of aisle 12, resulting in a domino of technicolor cereal boxes that nearly “crushed her to death”.

“Thanks, Brenda. Mind putting that ball back in seasonal while Aidan and I get this mess cleaned up?” He gestured back to the puddle of Pinot Noir.

Aidan swept in vain, corralling broken bottles and labels while the red continued to spread and splatter. From the adjacent aisle, one could probably guess someone had been stabbed her and was slowly bleeding out.

Jonas wished it was him.

[curiositydooropened]

It's WIP Wednesday, my dudes!

Hello again! I've missed you all so much!

It's Wednesday, which means it's time to chat about our WIPs and get each other excited and motivated. I notice nothing really motivates me like rambling about my characters and plots and whatnot, so I'm hoping you guys are willing to chat with me today.

Currently, I'm working on:

The Spymaster - My original fiction!

Ranged - special agent!Steve Harrington x co-worker/partner!Reader

Come chat with me about both/either and help me write! Do you have burning questions about how I write my novels? Are you wondering how long of a slowburn do Steve and his partner have in store?

Tell me your favorite tropes that you want to see Steve x Reader fall into! Only one bed - again? Fake undercover marriage? Reader gets hurt and Steve carries her out of danger? Tell me please.

Just come chat. Let's have fun. Tell me about your WIPs!!! I miss you all so much!

[ranilla-bean]

So how insane is spymaster sokka??

at PRESENT i feel it could be more insane, it's more angst than insane. it's like if a stephen chow comedy took a dive into melodramatic pining and yearning repelete with handholding missionary sex with lights off with ur best bro. something about it is still not QUITE in place yet so i was thinking of playing around with some of the gore factor. we'll see

[ranilla-bean]

I would like more detail on spymaster sokka please!

well you and me both buddy 😭 this fucken white whale of mine

“But,” said Zuko, “you’ll need an excuse for coming here.” He coughed. “What is it?” Sokka prompted. “Well, the Council thought you ought to pretend to be courting me.” He looked so embarrassed that Sokka had to honk out a great big laugh. “Man,” he said, “that’s the best thing I’ve heard in years.” “What does that mean?” said Zuko, eyes flickering nervously. “Will you do it?” “Sure,” said Sokka. “When do I start?” “You can come anytime. You can take the ship back with me.”  “I,” said Sokka, “am going to court the shit out of you. Those assassins won’t know what’s coming for them.”