Red clock, red rose, til death, red graveyard, red shed on fire.
#Litagents I’m currently working on a YA book about a girl who dies and wakes up in a redemption competition. To win a second chance at life, she must fix the worst mistakes she made during the month before her death —before one of the friends who died with her wins first.
“Do you guys want your lives back?” The hair on my arms lifts. Is he for real right now? “Yes,” Anna says before the rest of us can respond. “Of course we do.” “I thought you’d say that.” A smile twitches at Angel’s lips. “What if I said I can send you back in time?” The blood rushes to my head. He’s joking. He has to be. There’s no way. “Like you have the power to do that,” Aiden scoffs. “Actually I do.” Angel stands up and crosses over to the door. He peers out into the hallway before locking it. “I just don’t want any of the adults to overhear,” he whispers before clearing his throat. “So you're giving us a second chance?” Lainey asks. “Exactly.” Angel praises her like she just solved world hunger, his tone as enthusiastic as a kid on a snow day. “You may not be aware of this, but it wasn't just the fire that caused your deaths. It was the series of events over the past month leading up to it.”
After dying, Alexandra wakes up in a redemption competition for a second chance at life. To win, she must relive and fix her worst mistakes from the month before her death. But history is being rewritten, and one of the friends she died with might win first. #WSPit
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Chapter One (The Present: Thirty Minutes Before Death) Saturday, December 19, 2026, 7:15 p.m. In exactly thirty minutes, my first life will end. The one where my biggest problems are dad’s expectations and whether I earn a basketball scholarship. But I don’t know that yet. Instead, I’m about one second away from wiping out on this icebox of a driveway, shaky and yawning, with zero knowledge that it’s all about to end. Too bad. The clock’s already ticking. This is the night I’ll play a thousand times over, wondering which of the mistakes I’m about to make will light the match. I line up to shoot my twenty-fifth basket for the day. I peer at my phone, propped on the mailbox, recording. If I miss I’ll hear about it. I’m sorry did I ask for dad’s opinion? Didn’t think so. I bounce the ball anyway. The frigid wind bites at my cheeks and rakes through my brown curls. The ball heats up in my hands, like it’s screaming at me to “make this shot or else.” As if I don’t get shouted at by people enough. Now I’m being threatened by a basketball too. How lovely. Whatever. I’ve made this shot a thousand times. I bet dad’s ass I can make it again. A tiny pressure at my waist makes me jump. “Boo!” My cheeks burn as Lainey’s hands snake around my stomach. Damn her for turning my knees to jelly when I’m supposed to be at work. “God, Lainey, you could have announced yourself.” I turn around in her arms, praying she can’t feel me tense up. “Sorry, Alex.” She chuckles, resting her chin on my shoulder. Her weight feels heavier than usual and she sways, causing us both to stumble back a bit. Laughing, she pulls me tighter into her chest until regaining her balance. “Your arms are freezing, babe.” I nearly melt as she runs her warm hands up and down them. This is where I regret not paying more attention.
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start shaking again. I tell myself it’s just from the fever, but I know that’s a lie. Lindi should be back by now. Something happened, I know it. “Come on.” Lola gently guides me back against the pillows. “You’re overheating again. You need to rest.” “I can’t.” I shoot back up. “She should be back by now.” Lola’s jaw tightens. “I know.” “Okay, okay.” The door swings open. Lindi shuts it behind her, shrugging her coat off. Her scarf is wrapped around her right arm, the fabric soaked in blood. “I’m sorry, I’m back.” “Oh my-” Lola jumps up from the cot. “Lindi.” “No one hurt me,” Lindi says. “I just slipped on some ice. I’m okay.” Lola shoots her a look that says “What were you thinking?” before pulling Lindi into her chest. “Don’t do that to me again,” she scolds into her shoulder, shaking now. “I won’t.” Lindi hugs her back. “I’m sorry”. Tears stream down my cheeks, hot and fast. “We thought something happened to you.” Lindi’s face crumples when she looks at me. “Hey, no. I’m okay, I promise.” Lola wipes at her eyes. “Sit,” she tells Lindi, pointing to the chair by the cot. “Let me see it.” Lindi does, and Lola’s shaking fingers slowly unwrap the scarf. “Please don’t scare us like that again. Not tonight. Not when he’s still hunting us.” She grabs her mug of hot chocolate and unwraps a candy cane from the tree. She sticks it in the drink and hands it to Lindi. “Here girl, drink this. You need to warm up.” “I’m not really thirsty-” Lindi starts, but Lola shoots her another look so she sips it slowly. “Oww. It’s hot.”
Today is #NationalHotChocolateDay so here’s a snippet from Naughty List featuring hot chocolate. ☕️
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An Agent Guide to GUMIHO 86,000 word adult folklore fantasy blended with horror and romance By Jennifer Luce
The pitch: Cursed with a vengeful gumiho, Mina has spent centuries feeding it souls to become a god—and now she needs just one more, but when she falls for her final target, she must choose: face her demons and sever the curse before the gumiho consumes her from the inside out, or achieve godhood and lose herself to become something truly monstrous.
For fans of... SUCH SHARP TEETH by Rachel Harrison - physical transformation & emotional vulnerability THE FOX WIFE by Yangsze Choo - East Asian Folklore MY DEMON - Redemption through connection THE GLORY - Morally gray anti-hero
First Lines Bright droplets of red bloomed against the crisp, white snow. A trail, unbeknownst to my victim, that would lead to his demise.
Hi #Questpit! Nearly done w/ SmoochPit revisions, here's GUMIHO, my Korean folklore-inspired adult fantasy blended w/ horror & romance!
✨️ Selected for the 2025 Smoochpit Mentorship Program
✨️ Big 5 Editor Interest
✨️ Won 3rd in the horror category of the 2025 PNWA Writing Contest
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Red rose, shed on fire, red rose with blood, red solo cups, red rose with hand, red grace, skull with red rose, til death, red clock.
After dying, Alexandra wakes up in a redemption competition for a second chance at life. To win, she must relive and fix her worst mistakes from the month before her death. But history is being rewritten, and one of the friends she died with might win first. #Questpit #YA #W #T
My head throbs like a drum. My back is aches from lying on the hard ice floor, and my shoulder burns from where Lola tied her scarf around it. I think the bleeding there has finally stopped, though. Lindi returns with a pile of snow. “This will have to do.” I flinch as she rubs some over my head wound before wrapping her scarf around it. “I know,” she whispers. “I’m sorry.” Tears slide down my cheeks, hot and fast before I can stop them. “Shh,” Lola murmurs, brushing wet, matted hair out of my eyes. “I’m right here.” She kisses my mouth, the brush of her lips as light as a feather. Lindi looks away, but she keeps quiet. Although Lola’s lips are cold, her kiss still makes me melt like a snowman in the sun. My mind tells me I should think about Lindi, but my body refuses to pull away. Our lips brush several more times before Lola pulls back for air. “You’re safe Hol.” She shakes her head, turning to Lindi. “I told you guys that jolly bastard was up to no good.” “It wasn’t just Santa,” I choke out. “He brought the reminder, and the snowman shot ice at my head.” “Yeah, well that ball of snow with a carrot nose is crazy if he thinks I’m not going to go find his ass right now and dump a bucket of boiling water on his head so he melts. He won’t be laughing then.” Lola jumps up, but Lindi softly grips her arm, pulling her back down. “Don’t Lola.”
When Holly and her friends make the naughty list, they're cursed to receive gifts that turn their biggest mistakes into punishments. Now, they must discover where the gifts are coming from or one of them won’t survive Christmas. #Questpit #YA #W #T
#WIPs snips word was brain. Because the word hallucination was used I thought it could work. TW: emotional distress, mentions of death, alcohol misuse.
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Red rose, fire in shed, rise with blood, red rose with blood, red rose sticking out of dirt, red grave yard, skull with red rose, til death, red clock.
After dying in a fire, Alexandra wakes up a month in the past in a redemption competition. To win her life back, she must relive her worst choices and fix every mistake she’s made over the past month. But history is being rewritten and one of the friends she died with might win first. #bluepit
Inspired by the word when my characters first return home after dying to compete against each other in a redemption competition! #wipsnips
Word I meant not worst.
Happy #fridaykiss from Alexandra and Lainey. TW: mild intimacy. Didn't have the worst type but thought it worked for vibes. #wipsnips
So if anyone wants to read the first chapter of this to help them get into the holiday spirit since to me it’s already Christmas season haha feel free to comment or DM! Just for fun too I totally don’t need any detailed feedback or anything.
