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milosometimes.bsky.social
Milo (he/xe) 🏳️‍⚧️ 🇨🇦
@milosometimes.bsky.social
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Writer and film tech who sometimes has A Thought.
🐟Querying: From the Sea Fret ( #FtSF )🐟
Nova Scotian | Transmasc | Gay | 23
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In honour of #TransAwarenessWeek, I wanted to share this snippet of Callum's complicated feelings around being trans. Part of the story is about him accepting his trans identity.

TW for negative thoughts on transgender identity
#transhorror #FtSF #queerhorror #WriteSky
Outlined text over a dark blue ocean. The horizon is obscured by fog. The text reads: From the Sea Fret. While the coffee machine was warming up, I did my T-shot. There was a rebellious comfort that came from being on HRT. Like flipping off God before running head-first into the open arms of a sin. There were moments where I was so relieved to be who I was. Other times, though, it was a bruise of a reminder. I could never forget how easily Kahorn had said ‘transgender’. I tried the word in my mouth, forcing my tongue to form the syllables and working my throat to make the noises. It didn’t sound right; it didn’t feel right. As though I shouldn’t be saying it, an almost-slur. ‘Transgender’ meant something different. Someone to be hated. Someone who was hated for a reason. Because why else would they be hated? They had done something wrong. Desperately, I didn’t want to be trans. I didn’t want to be hated. I just wanted to be Callum.
November 18, 2025 at 6:25 PM
milosometimes.bsky.social
Just HAD to share this little snippet.

Yet again, Callum is a mirror of the person I was in my early transition/pre-t, and I feel that the flashbacks are a great portrayal of his inner world.

#QueerWriters #FtSF #lgbtqwriters #WriteSky
Outlined text over a dark blue ocean. The horizon is obscured by fog. The text reads: From the Sea Fret. There’s a few more remarks about Kharon. It’s an echo chamber of insults, growing more crass with each comment. I focus on the cigarette, head down and waiting for them to move on. A few times they say something vile, and it hits me square in the chest when they laugh. I grit my teeth and bear it, because they’re my friends. The word 'remarks' is underlined.
November 16, 2025 at 6:00 PM
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I haven't done a #WipSnips in a while, and this word made me spoiled for choice.

There's a lot of running in "From the Sea Fret", both metaphorically and physically. I did have another snippet that I loved, but this one narrowly won over in the end.

#FtSF #amquerying #WriteSky #WritingCommunity
Outlined text over a dark blue ocean. The horizon is obscured by fog. The text reads: From the Sea Fret. An animalistic part of my brain perked up from the darkness. It told me that I was being trapped, and if I didn’t run then something terrible would happen. The years of social courtesy grated against it, and whittled it down until it was nothing more than a squeak. With a large heaping of reluctance, Maddox all-but pulled me into the building. The word 'run' is underlined.
November 16, 2025 at 5:13 PM
milosometimes.bsky.social
Second week is down, and here's what I've accomplished.

Not as much as last week, but still some great progress. The chapters I worked on were pretty meaty, so I'm glad they're done.

#FirstDraftFall #WIP #WriteSky
A background of blood-looking veins, with a white text box outlined in black in the forefront. There's text in the text box, it reads: "Vampire/werewolf wip. Week: november 8-14. Words written: 9,012k. 3 chapters completed. Total word count: 40,083k. Current chapter: 14 (yet to start)."
November 15, 2025 at 3:55 PM
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With the first week of November coming to an end, I wanted to post this for a bit of a progress update/accountability.

I did start this month with this WIP already being at 20k words. I'd been picking at it for a few weeks, so I had a bit of a head-start.

#FirstDraftFall #WIP #WriteSky
A background of blood-looking veins, with a white text box outlined in black in the forefront. There's text in the text box, it reads: "Vampire/werewolf wip. Week: november 1-7. Words written: 11,071. 5 chapters completed. Total word count: 31,071k. Current chapter: 10 (3/4 complete)."
November 8, 2025 at 12:53 PM
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⚓FROM THE SEA FRET⚓

An #agentsguide to a cosmic/psychological/body horror from a queer/trans perspective.

#QuestPit #A #H #Q #LGBT
Two fishing boats sail on a grey ocean, with seagulls in the overcast sky. White text overlaps the grey sky. It reads: A guide to 'From the Sea Fret' a 74k adult queer horror Grey ocean, with a white-capped wave, serves as the background. The title reads: Pitch and Comps Text is outlined: Callum Point moves to the dead-end town of Perne to scrape together a new life. He's hoping that the small fishing town will give him what he always wanted; peace. Unfortunately, what greets him is a place rife with secrecy, conspiracy and creatures beyond comprehension. 5 posters for books and shows have arrows and notes coming out of them. Dredge by Black Salt Games has the notes: Capitalism despite the horrors. Something's wrong with the fish. Old Wounds by Logan-Ashley Kisner has the notes: Queer and trans identity. People are monsters too. The Fisherman by John Langan has the notes: Lovecraftian. Ocean madness. The Lighthouse by Robert Eggers has the notes: Ocean madness. Obsession with answers. Blood in the Bayou by Just Roll With It has the notes: Who can you trust? Small town cosmic terror. Grey ocean, with a white-capped wave, serves as the background. The title reads: Themes A moodboard of 9 images sits in the middle. A hand reaching out into dark water. Thick seaweed-covered chains being pulled from the ocean. A foggy wharf at night. A group of sharks in dark water. A pencil drawing of a compass on white paper. Close-up of a hazel eye with the pupil completely white. A pile of fish. A porthole looking out onto a grey ocean. The inside of a fishing shack. Text surrounds the images. It reads: Paranoia turns revenge. Struggles with identity. Trans and queer rep. Grief over what could have been. Desperation to fit in. Cosmic/psychological/body horror. Content warnings: emotional abuse, attempted sexual assault, manipulation, transphobia, internalised transphobia, misogyny, cosmic horror, psychological horror, religious trauma, drug/alcohol use, gore, death, blood, paranoia, body horror Grey ocean, with a white-capped wave, serves as the background. The title reads: Excerpt Text is outlined: I scanned the horizon. It was just me on the water. There wasn’t anyone out sailing, or anyone swimming. I was completely alone. But… was I? Beneath me were leagues of ocean. Unlike in the forest, where you can hear the wildlife around you, there were creatures that could pass by in the sea and I would never know. The water concealed their movement, cloaking them from my view. It was getting harder to breathe. The vastness of the ocean was too open, and my skin felt too tight around my chest. I knew, deep in my bones, that something was beneath me and it was watching. On the port side, the water rippled. Though it was only a few steps, the length of the deck felt miles long. I was compelled to look below, and my body moved on its own accord. Though I was terrified of what I would see, I peered over.
November 5, 2025 at 11:45 PM
milosometimes.bsky.social
OLD WOUNDS + DREDGE

⚓Queer Transmasc MC
🐟Small town horror
⚓Ocean madness
🐟Psychological/body/cosmic horror
⚓Paranoia
🐟Grieving past life
⚓Transmasc rage

"FROM THE SEA FRET"
#QuestPit #Q #A #H
A moodboard consisting of 7 images, all outlined in black. A pile of grey fish. A foggy seaside shack, with an abandoned boat leaning against it. The inside of a tackle shop. Nets, buoys, and fishing paraphernalia hand from the wall and ceiling. A hand reaching out of grey water, the sky above is overcast. A lone rowboat out on foggy, grey water. Grey waves spraying foam against an overcast sky as seagulls fly around. Two fishing boats sail on a grey ocean, with seagulls in the overcast sky. Underwater, over a coral reef, rays of light shine through the water. A few fish swim through the reef. Text reading "From the Sea Fret, Comps" is bordered in the centre. 5 arrows point towards posters. The poster are: Dredge by Black Salt Games, Old Wounds by Logan-Ashley Kisner, The Lighthouse by Robert Eggers, The Fisherman by John Langan, Blood in the Bayou by Just Roll With It Underwater, over a coral reef, rays of light shine through the water. A few fish swim through the reef. A sheet of paper with text on it is centered. The text reads: From the Sea Fret. Excerpt. My thoughts were snowballing, adding up all the bullshit I’ve dealt with since moving to Perne, and my heart was beating faster at each uneasy memory that passed behind my eyes. I was gripping the wheel with white knuckles, forcing myself to breathe through clenched teeth. The rope on the net creaking from strain pulled my body into automation. The thoughts momentarily shut off as I set about pulling the fish in. With each haul on the rope, I took a little bit extra time, as I knew what would be in the net. It seemed like no matter where I turned, things were waiting to fuck with my mind. The word 'forcing' is underlined.
November 5, 2025 at 8:21 PM
milosometimes.bsky.social
🐟FROM THE SEA FRET🐟

Callum Point moves to the dead-end town of Perne to scrape together a new life. He’s hoping to find what he always wanted; peace. Unfortunately, what greets him is a place rife with secrecy, conspiracy and creatures beyond comprehension

#QuestPit #Q #A #H
A moodboard consisting of 5 pictures, each outlined in navy blue. The 5th picture is in the centre. A foggy wooden dockyard at night. The inside of a tackle shop. Nets, buoys, and fishing paraphernalia hand from the wall and ceiling. A pile of grey fish. A hand reaching out of grey water, the sky above is overcast. A fishing boat on the ocean. Seagulls swarm it in the air. Outlined text over a dark blue ocean. The horizon is obscured by fog. Arrows point to words scattered across the image. The text reads: From the Sea Fret. Revenge. Queer Transmac MC. Cosmic horror. Paranoia. Thalassophobia. Creepy small town.
November 5, 2025 at 5:01 PM
milosometimes.bsky.social
THE LIGHTHOUSE + BLOOD IN THE BAYOU

Callum Point, a queer transman moves to a dead-end fishing town only to find it full of semi-mad townsfolk, monstrous fish, and an ever-present fog that whispers to him.

#QuestPit #Q #A #H
A moodboard consisting of 9 images. They're outlined in black. The background is of a grey ocean. Two images are quotes of black text on a grey background. They read "I have the sea foam in my veins, I understand the language of the waves" and "The sea and I are long time lovers" A foggy seaside shack, with an abandoned boat leaning against it. A hand reaching through murky water. On a piece of grey paper is a sketch of a compass in black ink. A pile of grey fish. On dark blue waves, with a dark blue sky and seagulls flying around it, is a fishing boat. A view of a grey ocean through a porthole.
November 5, 2025 at 2:14 PM
milosometimes.bsky.social
I do actually have the word 'monster', but I liked this snippet more so I opted for 'creatures'.

Happy Halloween!

#WipSnips #FtSF #amquerying
Outlined text over a dark blue ocean. The horizon is obscured by fog. The text reads: From the Sea Fret. I grit my teeth and jerked the wheel. Ferryman dipped dangerously close to the starboard side as I pulled her around and faced towards land again. I had to keep a tight rein on my anxiety, as I could feel the spark threatening to ignite in my chest. Facing land would be the only way I could keep my head clear. Against my wishes, I thought of the superstitions that my dad used to tell me. Creatures of cataclysmic proportions. Whirlpools that sucked down the largest fleets of ships. Banks of fog that never end. In my mind, they all made the same deep groan that was haunting me. In that moment, I wished desperately that I was anywhere else. The word 'creatures' is underlined.
October 31, 2025 at 1:43 PM
milosometimes.bsky.social
🐟FROM THE SEA FRET🐟

Callum Point moves to the dead-end town of Perne to scrape together a new life. He’s hoping to get what he always wanted; peace. Unfortunately, what greets him is a place rife with secrecy, conspiracy and creatures beyond comprehension.

#GhostPit #A #H #Q #LGBT #OWN
Outlined text over a dark blue ocean. The horizon is obscured by fog. Arrows point to words scattered across the image. The text reads: From the Sea Fret. Revenge. Queer Transmac MC. Cosmic horror. Paranoia. Thalassophobia. Creepy small town. Underwater, over a coral reef, rays of light shine through the water. A few fish swim through the reef. Text reading "From the Sea Fret, Comps" is bordered in the centre. 5 arrows point towards posters. The poster are: Dredge by Black Salt Games, Old Wounds by Logan-Ashley Kisner, The Lighthouse by Robert Eggers, The Fisherman by John Langan, Blood in the Bayou by Just Roll With It A moodboard consisting of 5 pictures, each outlined in navy blue. The 5th picture is in the centre. A foggy wooden dockyard at night. The inside of a tackle shop. Nets, buoys, and fishing paraphernalia hand from the wall and ceiling. A pile of grey fish. A hand reaching out of grey water, the sky above is overcast. A fishing boat on the ocean. Seagulls swarm it in the air. Underwater, over a coral reef, rays of light shine through the water. A few fish swim through the reef. A sheet of paper with text on it is centered. The text reads: From the Sea Fret. Excerpt. My thoughts were snowballing, adding up all the bullshit I’ve dealt with since moving to Perne, and my heart was beating faster at each uneasy memory that passed behind my eyes. I was gripping the wheel with white knuckles, forcing myself to breathe through clenched teeth. The rope on the net creaking from strain pulled my body into automation. The thoughts momentarily shut off as I set about pulling the fish in. With each haul on the rope, I took a little bit extra time, as I knew what would be in the net. It seemed like no matter where I turned, things were waiting to fuck with my mind. The word 'forcing' is underlined.
October 30, 2025 at 4:59 PM
milosometimes.bsky.social
DREDGE + OLD WOUNDS

Callum Point, a queer transman, moves to a dead-end fishing town only to find it full of semi-mad townsfolk, monstrous fish, and an ever-present fog that whispers to him.

🐟FROM THE SEA FRET🐟
#GhostPit #A #H #Q #LGBT #OWN
A moodboard consisting of 9 images. They're outlined in black. The background is of a grey ocean. Two images are quotes of black text on a grey background. They read "I have the sea foam in my veins, I understand the language of the waves" and "The sea and I are long time lovers" A foggy seaside shack, with an abandoned boat leaning against it. A hand reaching through murky water. On a piece of grey paper is a sketch of a compass in black ink. A pile of grey fish. On dark blue waves, with a dark blue sky and seagulls flying around it, is a fishing boat. A view of a grey ocean through a porthole.
October 30, 2025 at 12:44 PM
milosometimes.bsky.social
I don't have the word 'blood-curdling', so I'm going to substitute for 'scream'.

There's a lot of moments in "From the Sea Fret" in which Callum struggles with the horrifying reality he finds himself in.

#WipSnips #QueerHorror #FtSF #amquerying
Outlined text over a dark blue ocean. The horizon is obscured by fog. The text reads: From the Sea Fret. I stumbled back, hand halfway between covering my eyes or mouth, though I didn’t know which one would be better. A strangled scream tore past my teeth, and I continued to stumble as Ferryman rocked on the waves. My back hit the railing on the other side of the deck. My sides were quivering, all of me trembling and cold. I couldn’t make out a single thought as everything in my mind collided together in a silent explosion. I was heaving, fighting against the feeling of falling deep into an abyss. My brain was in free-fall, plummeting down to a ground that would crush me on impact. The word 'scream' is underlined.
October 27, 2025 at 1:31 PM
milosometimes.bsky.social
A silhouette of someone against a sunset, holding broken shackles above their head.
October 25, 2025 at 9:15 PM
milosometimes.bsky.social
Art you say?!

Well, well, well, here's some STUNNING commissions I got from the lovely @saintsbeware.bsky.social and @heavenlyystar.bsky.social

This is the main character of my story "From the Sea Fret", Callum Point. I love him dearly

#QueerPrompts #FtSF #amquerying #commission
A commissioned portrait of Callum Point - the main character of my story "From the Sea Fret". Drawn by Elka Marsden, aka @saintsbeware. The character has light tan and is covered in freckles. He has pale brown eyes that are prone to squinting, and he’s clean shaven. His mousy brown hair is unkempt and swoops around the midpoint of his neck. His hair is usually hidden beneath a black flat cap. When not wearing a hat, there’s a patch of white hair above his right eyebrow. An oval birthmark peaks out from his hairline. He wears a thick cream knitted turtleneck sweater A commissioned portrait of Callum Point - the main character of my story "From the Sea Fret". Drawn by Yune aka @heavenlyystar. The character has light tan and is covered in freckles. He has pale brown eyes that are prone to squinting, and he’s clean shaven. His mousy brown hair is unkempt and swoops around the midpoint of his neck. His hair is usually hidden beneath a black flat cap. When not wearing a hat, there’s a patch of white hair above his right eyebrow. An oval birthmark peaks out from his hairline. He wears a thick cream knitted turtleneck sweater
October 25, 2025 at 9:10 PM
milosometimes.bsky.social
Pretty much any moody picture of the ocean reminds me of "From the Sea Fret", but this was the first one I saw that made me really think 'THAT is the vibe I'm going for'

#GhostPit #FtSF #amquerying
A porthole looking out on the ocean. The waves are grey, and the sky is overcast.
October 23, 2025 at 1:26 PM
milosometimes.bsky.social
Drawn by the stunning @heavenlyystar.bsky.social, here's another gorgeous drawing of the main character from my novel "From the Sea Fret".

Thank you a million for making Callum Point so pretty 💕I'm genuinely in awe at this piece!!

#FtSF #WriteSky #TransCharacter #QueerCharacter
A commissioned portrait of Callum Point - the main character of my story "From the Sea Fret". Drawn by Elka Marsden, aka @saintsbeware. The character has light tan and is covered in freckles. He has pale brown eyes that are prone to squinting, and he’s clean shaven. His mousy brown hair is unkempt and swoops around the midpoint of his neck. His hair is usually hidden beneath a black flat cap. When not wearing a hat, there’s a patch of white hair above his right eyebrow. An oval birthmark peaks out from his hairline. He wears a thick cream knitted turtleneck sweater
October 22, 2025 at 4:00 PM
milosometimes.bsky.social
This snippet comes from my favourite chapter, and one of my favourite conversations that Callum has with a side character. I'm not going to post the whole thing, because spoilers, but it meant a lot to write this scene.

#WipSnips #FtSF #WriteSky #amquerying #transhorror
Outlined text over a dark blue ocean. The horizon is obscured by fog. The text reads: From the Sea Fret. In a flash of a second, I fully grasped the weight that had been pressing down on my chest. It had been pressing down harder, year after year adding another stone to the load until my ribs caved in. The stones tumbled off, and I stared at the rubble I found myself in. The word 'second' is underlined.
October 21, 2025 at 1:54 PM
milosometimes.bsky.social
PLEASE check out this absolutely stunning portrait of Callum Point (the main character of my story "From the Sea Fret").

Drawn by the lovely @saintsbeware.bsky.social, I did a little squeal and just couldn't stop staring. I'm obsessed!

#FtSF #WriteSky #transcharacters #queercharacters
A commissioned portrait of Callum Point - the main character of my story "From the Sea Fret". Drawn by Elka Marsden, aka @saintsbeware. The character has light tan and is covered in freckles. He has pale brown eyes that are prone to squinting, and he’s clean shaven. His mousy brown hair is unkempt and swoops around the midpoint of his neck. His hair is usually hidden beneath a black flat cap. When not wearing a hat, there’s a patch of white hair above his right eyebrow. An oval birthmark peaks out from his hairline. He wears a thick cream knitted turtleneck sweater
October 17, 2025 at 9:04 PM
milosometimes.bsky.social
Just wanted to do a little update on my vampire/werewolf story!

I've got just under 4 chapters done, and I hit 10k words. I'm not sure how many chapters this thing will be, or how many words, so I suppose I'm "on track".

1/?
#WriteSky #wip #queerwriters #writingcommunity
A moodboard consisting of 5 images. Red swirls and blooms that look like blood. Two hands reaching for each other. A stop sign that says 'Flesh Eaters' A cut-out silhouette of a person sitting at a kitchen table. Over the cut-out is text that reads "I'm scared this all I will ever be." The moon at night, seen through dense forest that's illuminated by a light.
October 12, 2025 at 4:00 PM
milosometimes.bsky.social
Callum's first look at 'Perne' isn't exactly... impressive.

#WipSnips #FtSF #WriteSky
Outlined text over a dark blue ocean. The horizon is obscured by fog. The text reads: From the Sea Fret. As the bus driver navigated the labyrinth of potholes, we passed by a weather-beaten wooden sign. ‘Welcome To Perne’. We dipped down over the swell of the cliff, and the town came into view. It was nothing more than a few grey buildings splattered against the canvas of the landscape. Nestled in a small valley, and surrounded by harsh low-lying brush, it was barely big enough to even have a name. The only paved road it had was the one we were on, which ended abruptly at the base of the farthest cliff. The word 'welcome' is underlined.
October 11, 2025 at 12:12 PM
milosometimes.bsky.social
Doesn't seem like much is safe in the town of 'Perne'.

#WipSnips #FtSF #WriteSky #amquerying
Outlined text over a dark blue ocean. The horizon is obscured by fog. The text reads: From the Sea Fret. The memories that had been swimming were thrashing as I rushed to the safety of my apartment. They tied weights around my ankles, and they pulled me under the water. I was gasping for air, but all I could taste was salt. The word 'safety' is underlined.
October 7, 2025 at 1:59 PM
milosometimes.bsky.social
Callum's going through it in this snip. Strange things are happening in the waters around Perne.

#WipSnips #amquerying #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #queerhorror #FtSF
Outlined text over a dark blue ocean. The horizon is obscured by fog. The text reads: From the Sea Fret. Swallowing down bile, I looked back overboard. The water was still. There should’ve been at least ripples caused by Ferryman’s bobbing but there simply wasn’t. It was a perfectly clear image. I didn’t see anything below me. I didn’t blink, just in case I missed something, but the ocean was completely empty. I was alone, actually alone. A sharp breath that almost passed for a laugh made my shoulders slump. It was okay, I was just tired– The word 'missed' is underlined.
October 6, 2025 at 1:22 PM
milosometimes.bsky.social
Oooo some blanked out sections in this wip snips! I don't normally like to blank out snippets, but this one was just too good not share.

Who's hunting Callum? Why's Callum being hunted? And what's he gonna do next? Who knows 👀
#FtSF #amquerying #WipSnips
Outlined text over a dark blue ocean. The horizon is obscured by fog. Some words are crossed out. The legible text reads: From the Sea Fret. [blank] was still. Statuesque. Though [blank] was too far down the road to read [blank] expression, I didn’t need to be close to understand what [blank] was doing. The primal fear of being hunted rampaged through my blood.
October 4, 2025 at 12:23 PM
milosometimes.bsky.social
Big one today! Maybe this time Callum's anxiety is warranted...?

#WipSnips #FtSF #amquerying
A quote of text overlayed on a landscape picture of crashing ocean waves. The silhouette of a bird is flying in the sky, and the image is tinted in a greyish blue colour. It reads: I needed to get out of their eyesight. Turning on my heel, I barely spotted the nearest building before speed-walking towards it. I didn’t run, though my gut was screaming to go as fast as possible. For some reason, I thought that running would make it worse. Like how a bear only gets antagonised when its prey starts to run. There were only a handful of dockworkers flitting about. They worked on various lobster traps, or simply stood and smoked. It was strange to see a dockyard so idle. The only thing that wasn’t idle, though, were their eyes. Their attention was focused on me as I moved quickly down the pier. Eyes, eyes, eyes. All watching. I was being watched and observed and dissected under the many pairs of eyes. The word 'bear' is underlined.
September 29, 2025 at 2:05 PM