#stuff kittywitch wrote

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The final scene of House on Snowy Hill, the first ever Billy and Zoë story, which was rewritten this year with a more mature prose. Which is to say I'm a better writer than I was at fifteen and looking back, there's a lot I thought was obvious and went without saying that kind of needed to be said for the story to actually make sense.

Reference 1, 2 by @adorkastock

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Illustration for my upcoming Billy and Zoë collection. This shows the final scene in Jingle Bells, where the ghost Brian Taylor pulls Zoë to the bottom of a frozen lake.

It's worth noting that Jingle Bells was written in 2003, which is both why they make reference to Christmas Eve 1995 being a fairly recent memory, though running that math it would make Zoë ten when she was dating Brian, so that will get changed in the edit.

Reference by @adorkastock

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The Road Trip

I've written a couple of connected short stories on the theme of liminal spaces that aren't horror, and they were well received on another site, so I'm sharing them here as well. They seem Tumblr-flavoured.

An Angel in a Gas Station

I found an angel in a gas station at 3 A.M. It doesn’t matter which gas station; that’s the point. I think it exists in all of them, but I can’t be sure because I only found it once. It was beautiful, made of thrumming telephone wires twisted around themselves into a shape that was never human. I stood next to it while I drank my coffee. I don’t like gas station coffee; it’s always a little too old, a little too bitter. But at least it’s always the same. To make conversation, I asked the angel where it was headed. It didn’t answer me immediately, but I understood in the flickering fluorescent lights above us it was surprised. People are usually too awed to speak to angels. The angel made itself a cup of coffee and said it didn’t know where it was going next. That not knowing was the point. I told the angel I wished I could live like that, that I didn’t have important things to do and places to be. The angel smiled and it’s wires crackled, and it turned to watch the headlights reflected on the plate glass windows of the gas station. “You’re already living like that.” it told me in a knowing voice. I nodded, because I always nod when someone beautiful says something deep I didn’t quite understand. Of course, I shot my shot, but the angel wasn’t interested, so I paid for my coffee and gas, and bought a bag of pretzels I still haven’t eaten. I want to keep some proof this happened. But the bag of pretzels is exactly the same as any off-brand brand of pretzels sold next to the register in a gas station, below the vape cartidges and above the chewing gum. As I left, I turned over my shoulder for a final look at the angel. “Maybe I’ll see you again sometime.” I said with a tired smile. “You didn’t see me now.” it replied, and refilled its coffee. I got back in my car, put the pretzels in the ashtray. I’ve never smoked, and the uncle who sold me this car didn’t either, but there was still a lingering scent of tobacco the little blue tree that claimed to smell like seawater never quite covered. I turned over my shoulder as I pulled out, and saw the angel lift it’s wires in a weak wave. Two ships passing in the night, I suppose. That’s what people say, isn’t it?

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Say, just asking because one of my best friends is dyslexic and I've started recording an audiobook version of my first novel for her to beta read listen, I find myself wondering if anyone else who wanted to beta read a satirical steampunk melodrama but prefers audiobooks would be interested... I'll be recording new chapters roughly a week apart, I think.

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Hey! You down there! Have you found yourself thinking, "Gee, I really want to read a gothic novel steampunk alternate universe JNT era Doctor Who fic, ideally fully illustrated with creepy ink drawings, but I don't have a PDF formatted like a normal book suitable for reading on an e-reader!"?

Probably not. I made one anyway. If you ever wanted to see all the illustrations from this fic inserted into the fic itself, have I got a PDF for you. You can of course still read it on AO3, which doesn't have the pictures inserted but you can leave comments. This is mostly me celebrating the fic finally being finished.

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Inktober 5- Deer

I've been wanting to illustrate more of my Billy and Zoë stories before I publish them, so here's one for Donner, Blitzen, and Pooka. In it, a reindeer-shaped pooka tricks both of the main characters into climbing on its back and getting drowned in a frozen river.

This story also contains what, in retrospect, is one of my most batshit OCs: Timmers, a sentient "distressingly fat" Maine Coon that can't talk but can raise the dead and thinks humans are fucking useless.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

In this update:

Questions are answered. Stories end. Peri is still on fire.

Adric trusts the wrong person, and is forced to do something he would never otherwise contemplate.

An old enemy makes themselves known

Trigger Warnings:

Brief reference to infant mortality

Major character death

Fire

Possession

References to murder by neglect

References to Christianity, bible verses

Badly relocated bones

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Well, Finish Your Fucking Fics February has moved me to do what I’ve been attempting since January of 2016: post the final chapter of The Haunting of Wisteria Bay. It’s been a ride, I knew it would be long and take a while, but I wasn’t expecting this. Thank you for sticking with me through this.

(this update has been reposted with a working link. If you would rather read this fic as an illustrated ebook-style PDF, click here.)

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Blake and Avon consider how it was they ended up in a relationship despite everything, and whether or not each of them is capable of falling in love or making a mistake.

Just some angsty Blake/Avon (does it come in other flavours?) that ended up sounding more like meta than I intended.