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Writer of gothic horror and near future speculative fiction. Querying https://www.colleenmoidu.com/
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04.02.2026 02:07 — 👍 0 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0Two fun chill ladies hanging out in a garden set up for a wedding. Dystopian city in background. Title in bubble letters "WEDDINGS FOR TRADE"
WEDDINGS FOR TRADE 👰🌹
#cozydystopia (yes) #sapphicromance (heck yes)
An event planner, a gardener, a seamstress, and a minister walk into a garden... and then the world ends.
That was 20 years ago, though. Today, it's just the eve of yet another wedding.
#questpit #w #a #s #u #d
Jordan’s fingers reached out tentatively. A hand met hers, warm and steady. Grief rose in her chest. Grief at having lived so long before this moment, so long without this connection. The second heartbeat adjusted until it matched her own. The loop was forming.
#QUESTPIT #Q #A #S #SF #MY
Under the royal guards gaze bride elf flowers castle dragon fairy trans
The next time I open my eyes, it’s early morning. I slip my glasses on and look left. Bright orange light seeps through the red curtains, casting a dreamy haze across the room. Swirling dustmotes catch in the light, like little ghosts. It’s a bit peaceful, actually. It’s almost enough to make me forget that I’m being held against my will. When I look to my right, a ripple races down my spine as I shout: “Who the fuck are you?” A man—no, an elf steps forward. He’s in a royal guard’s outfit: dark purple uniform with a rhomboid panel on the front, gold buttons connected by golden chains dangling from breast to breast. The long sleeves meet at a pair of slender white gloves. His violet eyes glow in the orange light. Elves’ eyes can be violet? I thought that was just for cursed humans. Before yesterday, I’d never met an elf. Now I’ve met two, and both have unusual eyes. I don’t really know what else to think other than, Holy shit, what is happening and who is this? The elf bows, straight, pitch black hair swinging forward with his head. “Greetings, Your Highness,” he says in a voice that melts the ice in my ears. “My name is Darrow Broadside, and I am your new guard.”
#questpit #a #q #rf
A cursed trans runaway prince is caught, assigned a 24/7 guard, and betrothed as his deadname. To cure his curse, the prince must trust his guard and friends to plan a splashy escape w the guard. However, the prince risks his freedom and his friend’s lives should his plan fail.
Tess moves to a haunted Victorian with a strict 21-day eviction policy. A dying neighbor brings muffins, a python, and secrets, Tess overstays and she is trapped. Escape means solving a 40-year-old mystery buried in her own history, one she’s rewritten in order to survive.
#Questpit #W #A #H #PR
Seven bodies. One sealed room. When a detective investigates deaths at the abandoned Harrow Institute, nothing adds up—especially one detail she can’t explain. The partner synths tied to the victims should have decommissioned within 96 minutes. They didn’t.
#QUESTPIT #Q #A #S #SF #MY
The house winks with a plywood eye and I wink back. I respect a lady who can lose a fight with gravity and keep flirting.
Children’s singing reaches me: ‘Terror Theresa, don’t you stare, wrapped her baby up in hair.’
I tug my jacket closed and smile. A house with baggage.
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