[Complete][75K][Magical-Realism/Sapphic Romance] Downfallers: Marcia Skirvin's Melancholy
I'm reposting since I added more chapter and also a bunch of people keep sending me emails lmao, so I'd rather have people solely message me on reddit and not have a link up.
Marcia Skirvin's Melancholy is a magical-realism novel set in 2008 about a teenage girl named Sara Barclay that goes on vacation to the other side of the country, where she meets a bizarre girl named Marcia Skirvin who seems to hunt invisible monsters.
Blurb: Downfallers. Sara has no clue what they are, other than they can see things that others can't. Marcia, a girl she met the day she arrived in Aracil Valley, is one of them. Feeling helpless and wishing to help her eradicate the monsters she hunts, Sara starts sneaking around for clues on what exactly are those beasts Marcia calls fireflies and why she has to kill them.
During her search, she stumbles on Marcia's friends and old enemies, dark hidden secrets that defy the laws of logic, and on a budding love that she isn't really ready to admit just yet.
Sample to see if we vibe: The air was thick with anticipation. The comrades lined to her sides were waiting for something, anything. Sara took a curious peek at them, but they were blurry, their faces hidden by mist. She moved her eyes up, gazing at the crimson moon lighting up the dark sea spanning in front of them. They were standing on a beach not too far away from the lights of town, and the lapping of the waves was almost rocking her to sleep. Almost.
Whispers floated up to her ears, but a gust of salty wind blew them away before Sara could understand what they were saying. Her eyes dropped to her hands. Her fingers were gripping a long knife coated with a dark liquid that dripped into a red puddle at her feet. The odour of iron wafted to her nose, making her grimace in disgust.
Somehow, she wasn’t scared. She felt an odd sense of determination instead, as if whatever she was waiting for had it coming for a long time.
Sara blinked and suddenly, everything around her was chaos. Her companions and she were frantically running around the beach, lunging at glowing creatures with their weapons, slashing and digging into their compact shells, animated by an unknown desire to kill. Her vision still fogged up like a windshield in winter, she could barely make out the true shape of the monsters.
Content Warnings: Fighting, blood, death
Feedback: I appreciate any kind of feedback and the target audience is YA. It's not intended to be a literary work of art, it's my first time writing romance as well, so maybe that's why I don't feel confident. I'm mostly looking for vibes, if you think it's not too cringy lol.
I can swap! Hopefully, for a project around that size (70-75K) or smaller. Please DM me if you’re interested!
Thank you all!