romantic horror
LGBTQ+
BELIEVE in love
FEAR the COST . . .
ARACHNE: "I'm a monster, Jayce . . ."
ARACHNE: "I'm a monster, Jayce . . ."
The spider's stalking echoed hers—a predator that ensnared her prey and devoured them whole, flesh and soul.
The spider's stalking echoed hers—a predator that ensnared her prey and devoured them whole, flesh and soul.
She continues to open doors in me and shows me rooms within myself I had never set foot in.
She continues to open doors in me and shows me rooms within myself I had never set foot in.
Turn around, bright eyes . . .
Turn around, bright eyes . . .
She kisses the inside of my wrist, and a fierce, bittersweet passion ignites within me. I want to dive into her and let her currents carry me away.
She kisses the inside of my wrist, and a fierce, bittersweet passion ignites within me. I want to dive into her and let her currents carry me away.
The day I killed someone I loved was the worst day of my life.
The day I killed someone I loved was the worst day of my life.
I seize her hand as she turns away. “ What are you afraid of?”
“Jayce, let me go. I mean it.” She begs rather than threatens.
“You wanna dance?”
Her gaze lingers upon me . . .
“ . . .‘Lovesong’ is playing. I’ve been listening to The Cure. Just one dance.”
I seize her hand as she turns away. “ What are you afraid of?”
“Jayce, let me go. I mean it.” She begs rather than threatens.
“You wanna dance?”
Her gaze lingers upon me . . .
“ . . .‘Lovesong’ is playing. I’ve been listening to The Cure. Just one dance.”
BELIEVE in love
FEAR the COST . . .
BELIEVE in love
FEAR the COST . . .
She wants acceptance. There is so much I have to ask her. There is so much I need to know. We created a whirlwind in a glitter shop, and we can never put things back the way they were.
She wants acceptance. There is so much I have to ask her. There is so much I need to know. We created a whirlwind in a glitter shop, and we can never put things back the way they were.
(romantic horror)
Is there anything more romantic than dying in a lover’s arms—even if they’re the one who killed you?
(romantic horror)
Is there anything more romantic than dying in a lover’s arms—even if they’re the one who killed you?
“Plaque de muselet,” I blurt out. “Random Jeopardy question. That's the wire thingy on the champagne bottle. Fun fact.”
“Plaque de muselet,” I blurt out. “Random Jeopardy question. That's the wire thingy on the champagne bottle. Fun fact.”
Her Kiss and The Spider
romantic horror
My favorite lines from HKATS
Her hands on my body are love letters.
Her Kiss and The Spider
romantic horror
My favorite lines from HKATS
Her hands on my body are love letters.
Is my romantic horror "literary" enough?
Examples of "literary" that have fantasy, magic, and/ or horror
The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka
Metamorphoses Poem by Ovid
Beloved, Toni Morrison
Mary Shelley's Frankenstein
Is my romantic horror "literary" enough?
Examples of "literary" that have fantasy, magic, and/ or horror
The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka
Metamorphoses Poem by Ovid
Beloved, Toni Morrison
Mary Shelley's Frankenstein
In the World of The Spider . . . Zplln Industries says
The Greatest Voyage is the One of Self-Discovery!
In the World of The Spider . . . Zplln Industries says
The Greatest Voyage is the One of Self-Discovery!
Her Kiss and The Spider
Romantic Horror
Jayce Wendy, at war with her reflection, purges and starves for control—until she falls for Arachne, a girl cursed to die unless fed a human sacrifice… a dark gift Jayce is willing to give.
Her Kiss and The Spider
Romantic Horror
Jayce Wendy, at war with her reflection, purges and starves for control—until she falls for Arachne, a girl cursed to die unless fed a human sacrifice… a dark gift Jayce is willing to give.
A hand caresses the middle of my back and slides up and down like a flame.
I know her by touch.
“Hello.” Her smile is an oasis.
A hand caresses the middle of my back and slides up and down like a flame.
I know her by touch.
“Hello.” Her smile is an oasis.
I’m so scared that I will never feel that way again, like I did with her on that bridge. She broke me.” Tears burst out of me, like water from a shattered snow globe.
I’m so scared that I will never feel that way again, like I did with her on that bridge. She broke me.” Tears burst out of me, like water from a shattered snow globe.
I’ve been born 100 times. You are the love of my lives.
I’ve been born 100 times. You are the love of my lives.
Lips met. Sparks fizzled. From yucky to meh, my kisses with boys left me wanting. I didn’t expect fairy-tale magic, but it had to be better than this.
Lips met. Sparks fizzled. From yucky to meh, my kisses with boys left me wanting. I didn’t expect fairy-tale magic, but it had to be better than this.
I never imagined a kiss like this was possible. My heart soufflés. We cup each other’s faces with our foreheads pressed together.
“You’re crying,” she says in a low voice.
“I’m so happy,” I whisper. Finding her was finding me.
I never imagined a kiss like this was possible. My heart soufflés. We cup each other’s faces with our foreheads pressed together.
“You’re crying,” she says in a low voice.
“I’m so happy,” I whisper. Finding her was finding me.
I want to save her, even if I can’t, especially if I can’t. I’ll give her my blood if it helps, my plasma or kidney if she asks for it, my bone marrow, my liver tissue. . . my heart?
I want to save her, even if I can’t, especially if I can’t. I’ll give her my blood if it helps, my plasma or kidney if she asks for it, my bone marrow, my liver tissue. . . my heart?