My works in progress

Molly From Hugo: gaslamp fantasy (sort of)/heavily inspired by folk music and Dickens/first draft finished August of 2021/intend to publish someday

Synopsis:

In this story, there is a dark rain. There is a mountain range beyond which no man has set foot. There is a library hiding dreadful secrets, and a school hiding dreadful men. There is a court that has condemned innocent men twice in ten years.

In this story, there is a lonely student who gets in trouble for asking questions. There is a body at the bottom of the Southern Ocean. There is a young songwriter suffering for crimes he did not commit. There is a girl who he has not seen for so long that he has forgotten the sound of her voice.

In this story, there is a carrier pigeon whose message was never delivered. There is a train ticket that was never used, heading to a small town far out on the moors. There is a map that inexplicably depicts the unseen West Coast. There is a girl who finds a ghost in an abandoned cellar—a ghost who will tell no one his last name.

And in this story, there is a hot air balloon of unknown origins, drifting silently through the clear autumn sky.

posts about this WIP: https://thegrimwriter114118804.wordpress.com/?s=Molly+From+Hugo

For Old Time’s Sake: gaslamp fantasy/sequel to Molly From Hugo/first draft currently in progress/no idea if it’ll be good enough to publish.

Synopsis:

In this story, there is a dark rain. There is a young man who dreams of flying. There is a murderer’s grown-over grave. There is a green eagle embroidered on scarlet wool.

In this story, there is a girl who must not go home. There is a duchess enclosed in a prison cell. There is a train whose passengers have disappeared. There is a woman fast turning to a spinster.

In this story, there is a forsaken island nation. There is a lawyer who has taken up its cause. There is a country that wishes to consume it. And there is a prince who could save it—if he could only save himself.

And in this story, there is an old clockmaker, sitting silently at his workbench, watching the world whisk by.

Turning the Century: odd type of fantasy I don’t know how to explain, set jointly in a 1920s inspired world and an 1890’s inspired world/collaboration with Belle Anne@worldsofinkandpaper.blogspot.com / currently in progress, but going slowly/ no synopsis yet