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WEBS AND WHITE ROSES; A WIP INTRODUCTION

HONEY, YOU’VE NEVER BEEN HUMAN.

𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: YA HISTORICAL FANTASY

𝙥𝙤𝙫: THIRD PERSON OMNISCIENT, SINGLE NARRATOR, PAST AND PRESENT TENSE

𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙: AUGUST 2019

𝙨𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜: THE WINCHESTER MYSTERY HOUSE, THE WEB

𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙨: OUTLINING

𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙤: THE WINCHESTER MYSTERY HOUSE, ALICE’S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND AND THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS

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YOU CAN SEE THE HOUSE from acres away. The strange, jutting angles of the roof, the 47 chimneys, the thousands and thousands of Tiffany brand window panes. As you get closer, creep past the gilded fences, you'll notice the oddities. The doors two stories up, leading to nothing. The eccentric patterns. You catch a glimpse of a young woman staring through a spider web. She's there, and then you doubt you saw her at all. You can see the house from acres away. Alice doesn't know this, though. She's never been outside the walls, her only company the souls her senile mother is so afraid of. The day she falls, she is less than surprised to find they all know her name.

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WEBS AND WHITE ROSES; CHARACTER INTRODUCTIONS

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THE HOUSE HAUNTED JEREMIAH long before he haunted it. Growing up as the boy next door, he was obsessed with the mysteries of the home, particularly the girl he’d see peeking through the windows. At nineteen, he enlisted to become one of the carpenters that worked on the house, day and night, hoping to catch a closer glimpse. She remained elusive, only a glimpse of a blue dress around a corner, a flash of brown hair before he blinks. A distant laugh that might’ve been her, or might’ve been his imagination.

A gunshot ended it all, as it always did. When he woke, he thought he’d survived, until he noticed that the house was... wrong. Parallel. Almost wonderful, in a sick, twisted way. And filled with others. But not her.

He died like them, they said. But he was the only one who had died on the grounds. This made him special. This made him chosen. 

Resentment now clouds his love for the house, chokes him like a bitter fog. He was the Red King, and he would have his revenge.

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WEBS AND WHITE ROSES; CHARACTER INTRODUCTIONS

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HER NAME WAS ONCE ANNIE. Annie Pardee Winchester. She died only 40 days after her birth, a disease of malnutrition forcing her body to turn on itself.

The day she was reborn, her mother christened her Alice, to confuse the souls that inhabited their strange home. Of course, it didn't work. Any daughter of Sarah Winchester is a daughter they had to have. 

Alice grows with the house, and the house grows with her. Another nail is hammered into the wall, another day is added to her life. She survives off of what the house provides; the little cakes that read EAT ME, the glass bottles, the same. She blends into the walls, and her mother flinches when she sees her, barely ever touches her.

Alice grows with the house, and the house grows with her. She talks to the walls, freely, and the walls whisper back. She never notices the resentment bubbling behind their words. They will have her. And she will be their Red Queen.

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@theforgottencoolkid @omgbrekkerkaz @glittcrpeach @rhiannonleewriting @roselinproductions 

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WEBS AND WHITE ROSES; CHARACTER INTRODUCTIONS

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CLEO SWEARS THE HOUSE is caught in time. Ever since her mother started working as the infamous Winchester Mystery House’s newest tour guide, Cleo practically lives in the unusual mansion, and even now, she can feel the ghosts of the past glaring at her, as though just barely holding back from being fully present. Sometimes, she knows she sees the walls shift, the staircases rearranging before her eyes. 

The first time she sees the girl, she thinks she must be a performer her mother has hired to host some sort of interactive tour. She tries to call out to her; it’d be nice to have someone around her own age to talk to. The house can be all-consuming, overwhelming. The girl doesn’t react; she must not have heard her. Then she walks through a wall.

Cleo knows something is up with this house, far more tangled and menacing than any of the legends make it out to be, and she’s determined to find out what. As Cleo’s reality bends, twists and knots, she begins to wonder who the Web is actually designed to catch.

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"the q u e e n, the red queen- no, queen alice- QUEEN ALICE, queen of h e a r t s, no, NO-, it's little annie winchester come to play"

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gunsmoke for breath, spiders tangled in your hair.

you blend into the walls, wondering why 

they flinch when they notice you.

the house whispers. you whisper back.

no wonder the day you fall, they all know your name.

honey, you’ve never been human.

a soundtrack of sorts for webs & white roses

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[gaylortruther]

first line tag⌨️

thanks so much to @farrradays for tagging me!!

this is the opening line from the prologue of my NaNoWriMo novel Webs & White Roses this year:

The first nail was hammered into the wall of the house on a foggy day with grey skies and an air of absolute foreboding.

and as i don’t really care for that one as much, here is the first line of the first chapter:

The trapdoor is less of a trap and more of a door.

actually now that i’ve seen them side by side i like the first one better nfijnsjnsjf

Webs & White Roses taglist:

@glittcrpeach @rhiannonleewriting @theforgottencoolkid @omgbrekkerkaz @roselinproductions @penumbrics @maskedlady @jen-writes-a-little-bit @slothssong @wherearethecrabs @just-george-here @vandorens @asalano @itsbacontimesomewhere @tea-and-honeys @cassidywhitecannotwrite @grab-the-monet-and-lets-gogh @writeouswriter @from-ashes-night-eternal

feel free to ignore this if you want!