Aria Mora
@ariamora.bsky.social
chronically whimsical | she/they bi/pan chaos | stories about ghosts, grief, & girls with teeth author w/too many houseplants repped by nobody (yet) | querying
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In a dystopian megapolis, an underground café run by the enigmatic Barista serves karmic espressos, illicit tomato sandwiches, and the occasional life epiphany. But when her ex walks in, the past she buried threatens to unravel everything she’s built. #QueerPit #D #SF #A
In a dystopian megapolis, an underground café run by the enigmatic Barista serves karmic espressos, illicit tomato sandwiches, and the occasional life epiphany. But when her ex walks in, the past she buried threatens to unravel everything she’s built. #QueerPit #D #SF #A
August 15, 2025 at 9:30 PM
Reposted by Aria Mora
THE HEART DEVOURER’S SONG is an #ownvoices story that brings together the romance amidst brutality of THE SERPENT AND THE WINGS OF NIGHT by Carissa Broadbent, and the lush, Asian-inspired fantasy of IMMORTAL by Sue Lynn Tan.
#QueerPit #A #FR #F
#QueerPit #A #FR #F
August 15, 2025 at 4:10 PM
THE HEART DEVOURER’S SONG is an #ownvoices story that brings together the romance amidst brutality of THE SERPENT AND THE WINGS OF NIGHT by Carissa Broadbent, and the lush, Asian-inspired fantasy of IMMORTAL by Sue Lynn Tan.
#QueerPit #A #FR #F
#QueerPit #A #FR #F
They say write what you love. They also say write to market. I split the difference. I wrote what I love, but she’s wearing a marketable dress and false lashes and she’s not above stabbing someone in the back room of a palace.💅🏻🔪
July 21, 2025 at 11:35 PM
They say write what you love. They also say write to market. I split the difference. I wrote what I love, but she’s wearing a marketable dress and false lashes and she’s not above stabbing someone in the back room of a palace.💅🏻🔪
Just sent something off to someone I deeply admire, and now I will go sit in a beam of sunlight like a cursed doll waiting to be loved. 🕯️🧸📮
July 15, 2025 at 5:42 PM
Just sent something off to someone I deeply admire, and now I will go sit in a beam of sunlight like a cursed doll waiting to be loved. 🕯️🧸📮
shoutout to the writers who keep going even when their inbox is a graveyard and hope feels embarrassing. you are built different.
July 9, 2025 at 7:50 PM
shoutout to the writers who keep going even when their inbox is a graveyard and hope feels embarrassing. you are built different.
Reposted by Aria Mora
“Canadian poetry—not actually written in maple syrup! Not entirely about beavers!” In a reading slump? Try these poets from up north.
10 Canadian poetry books to expand your mind.
Canadian poetry—not actually written in maple syrup! Not entirely about beavers! (Although I have certainly written about beavers.) Canada is a complicated place, living in the shadow of the U.S., …
buff.ly
July 6, 2025 at 3:01 PM
“Canadian poetry—not actually written in maple syrup! Not entirely about beavers!” In a reading slump? Try these poets from up north.
me: i’m done being vulnerable online
also me: anyway here’s a book i bled for and now i’m offering it up like a sacrificial lamb to the inbox of someone who might not even open it😌
also me: anyway here’s a book i bled for and now i’m offering it up like a sacrificial lamb to the inbox of someone who might not even open it😌
July 6, 2025 at 12:18 AM
me: i’m done being vulnerable online
also me: anyway here’s a book i bled for and now i’m offering it up like a sacrificial lamb to the inbox of someone who might not even open it😌
also me: anyway here’s a book i bled for and now i’m offering it up like a sacrificial lamb to the inbox of someone who might not even open it😌
the worst part of querying isn’t the silence
it’s how easily I start to believe it means I never existed in the first place
it’s how easily I start to believe it means I never existed in the first place
May 28, 2025 at 11:12 PM
the worst part of querying isn’t the silence
it’s how easily I start to believe it means I never existed in the first place
it’s how easily I start to believe it means I never existed in the first place
Propaganda I’m not falling for:
black coffee
black coffee
May 28, 2025 at 11:11 PM
Propaganda I’m not falling for:
black coffee
black coffee
writing is weird because sometimes you think you’re building a plot and then realize, oh. I’m just making a place to grieve.
May 23, 2025 at 12:14 AM
writing is weird because sometimes you think you’re building a plot and then realize, oh. I’m just making a place to grieve.
Describe your WIP like it’s a local urban legend. I’ll go first:
They say if you hear her singing in the pit, it’s already too late.
They say if you hear her singing in the pit, it’s already too late.
May 19, 2025 at 9:33 PM
Describe your WIP like it’s a local urban legend. I’ll go first:
They say if you hear her singing in the pit, it’s already too late.
They say if you hear her singing in the pit, it’s already too late.
just a girl standing in front of a crypt asking it to open slightly
(for atmosphere. not trauma.)
(for atmosphere. not trauma.)
May 17, 2025 at 6:20 PM
just a girl standing in front of a crypt asking it to open slightly
(for atmosphere. not trauma.)
(for atmosphere. not trauma.)
listen, the typos are proof that I wrote it myself 😁
May 16, 2025 at 6:40 PM
listen, the typos are proof that I wrote it myself 😁
Reposted by Aria Mora
I'd feel real weird about the closet, the bathtub, under the bed. I'd check and check again and bolt the door and double-check the window panes and reassure myself that the rising sense of unease was just my anxiety.
But I'd completely miss the thing clinging to the ceiling. #HorrorWritersChat
But I'd completely miss the thing clinging to the ceiling. #HorrorWritersChat
Well, we're rocking now, eh, like we're gathering at a Eurovision contest! The timing was entirely undeliberate. As the best things usually are.
So #HorrorWritersChat bods, what would you notice first? Hmm?
Yes there's a theme this week. Clever me huh?
So #HorrorWritersChat bods, what would you notice first? Hmm?
Yes there's a theme this week. Clever me huh?
May 14, 2025 at 6:49 PM
I'd feel real weird about the closet, the bathtub, under the bed. I'd check and check again and bolt the door and double-check the window panes and reassure myself that the rising sense of unease was just my anxiety.
But I'd completely miss the thing clinging to the ceiling. #HorrorWritersChat
But I'd completely miss the thing clinging to the ceiling. #HorrorWritersChat
The wallpaper is floral, and the petals keep moving.
Not in an obvious way. Just… breathing.
#HorrorWritersChat
Not in an obvious way. Just… breathing.
#HorrorWritersChat
Well, we're rocking now, eh, like we're gathering at a Eurovision contest! The timing was entirely undeliberate. As the best things usually are.
So #HorrorWritersChat bods, what would you notice first? Hmm?
Yes there's a theme this week. Clever me huh?
So #HorrorWritersChat bods, what would you notice first? Hmm?
Yes there's a theme this week. Clever me huh?
May 15, 2025 at 12:37 AM
The wallpaper is floral, and the petals keep moving.
Not in an obvious way. Just… breathing.
#HorrorWritersChat
Not in an obvious way. Just… breathing.
#HorrorWritersChat
May 15, 2025 at 12:09 AM
I’m Aria Mora, from Québec. I write slow-burn horror about things you wish you hadn’t remembered.
My stories involve grief, trauma, and women who don’t stop singing even after they’re gone.
#HorrorWritersChat
My stories involve grief, trauma, and women who don’t stop singing even after they’re gone.
#HorrorWritersChat
Alright here we go.
#HorrorWritersChat, kicking off our Wednesday. Where are you from, and what do you write?
#HorrorWritersChat, kicking off our Wednesday. Where are you from, and what do you write?
May 14, 2025 at 11:18 PM
I’m Aria Mora, from Québec. I write slow-burn horror about things you wish you hadn’t remembered.
My stories involve grief, trauma, and women who don’t stop singing even after they’re gone.
#HorrorWritersChat
My stories involve grief, trauma, and women who don’t stop singing even after they’re gone.
#HorrorWritersChat
my WIP has:
– grief
– soft girls with sharp secrets
– music that kills (Tchaikovsky is the GOAT and I’ll die on this hill, beautifully)
– a secret cellar that rewrites itself
it’s fine. everything’s fine.
– grief
– soft girls with sharp secrets
– music that kills (Tchaikovsky is the GOAT and I’ll die on this hill, beautifully)
– a secret cellar that rewrites itself
it’s fine. everything’s fine.
May 14, 2025 at 7:03 PM
my WIP has:
– grief
– soft girls with sharp secrets
– music that kills (Tchaikovsky is the GOAT and I’ll die on this hill, beautifully)
– a secret cellar that rewrites itself
it’s fine. everything’s fine.
– grief
– soft girls with sharp secrets
– music that kills (Tchaikovsky is the GOAT and I’ll die on this hill, beautifully)
– a secret cellar that rewrites itself
it’s fine. everything’s fine.
trying this again bc i need mutuals who like
• ghost stories
• unhinged girls with secrets
• chronic illness rep
• books that ruin your week in a good way
i’m aria, i write vibes and grief and thriller horror. let’s be friends?
• ghost stories
• unhinged girls with secrets
• chronic illness rep
• books that ruin your week in a good way
i’m aria, i write vibes and grief and thriller horror. let’s be friends?
May 13, 2025 at 5:40 PM
trying this again bc i need mutuals who like
• ghost stories
• unhinged girls with secrets
• chronic illness rep
• books that ruin your week in a good way
i’m aria, i write vibes and grief and thriller horror. let’s be friends?
• ghost stories
• unhinged girls with secrets
• chronic illness rep
• books that ruin your week in a good way
i’m aria, i write vibes and grief and thriller horror. let’s be friends?
Writing is weird because it’s all:
“Don’t write what’s trendy.”
“But also don’t be too different.”
“But also we want something fresh.”
“But also not that fresh.”
Anyway. I’m querying. If you dare.
“Don’t write what’s trendy.”
“But also don’t be too different.”
“But also we want something fresh.”
“But also not that fresh.”
Anyway. I’m querying. If you dare.
May 12, 2025 at 8:45 PM
Writing is weird because it’s all:
“Don’t write what’s trendy.”
“But also don’t be too different.”
“But also we want something fresh.”
“But also not that fresh.”
Anyway. I’m querying. If you dare.
“Don’t write what’s trendy.”
“But also don’t be too different.”
“But also we want something fresh.”
“But also not that fresh.”
Anyway. I’m querying. If you dare.
Me: “This book isn’t even that personal.”
Also me, crying into a mug of peppermint tea at 2am: “They don’t *survive* each other, do they?”
Also me, crying into a mug of peppermint tea at 2am: “They don’t *survive* each other, do they?”
May 12, 2025 at 8:44 PM
Me: “This book isn’t even that personal.”
Also me, crying into a mug of peppermint tea at 2am: “They don’t *survive* each other, do they?”
Also me, crying into a mug of peppermint tea at 2am: “They don’t *survive* each other, do they?”