so earlier this year i wrote a short story and it got rejected by two magazines (clarkesworld and strange horizons) but they were the nice kind of rejection that comes with a “plz send us something in the future” line to soften the blow. and then i expanded the story and put it in my novel and haven’t written anything else that i could send out.
but! i am also writing a short story so, so, so slowly!! but i am still working on it all these months later and i don’t hate it yet!!! the wordcount is currently like 3,000 words and idk how long it’s going to end up being. a little bit behind the cut~
“You’re no princess,” he said to Pig, who always had liked to say things to him like:
Princes aren’t real; princesses aren’t real either. You think you deserve all this? You think any of this was made for you? The sky sea birds pigs peasant girls beer foam yeasty bread berries periwinkles mushrooms chicken hearts rivers and books were made for someone, maybe, but never, ever you.
He hadn’t heard her tone, just the words. He smiled. She said nothing. She had already admitted the lie. “This castle was built for me,” he said. “Nothing was made with you in mind, servant girl. I proved your riddle wrong. Dance with me.”
Pig didn’t dance with him. She lay in bed reading. An extremely long book. She thoughtlessly placed the bookmark over her mouth and found that it stuck there. Her mouth was sweet-sticky, and tired of being alone.
