5 Days To Go! Let’s Fund Crows on Heartstrings!

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WE’RE 85% FUNDED AND NEED ONE MORE PUSH TO GET FUNDED IN THE NEXT FIVE DAYS!

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We only have FIVE DAYS! We can do this with your help!

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Crows on Heartstrings is a fully illustrated anthology of short stories. We have a little something for everyone, no matter what your gender, sexuality, or color, we have something for you. We are proud to say that we are mostly created by, for and about lgbtqa+ folks. It’s nothing like you’ve ever seen before. We are also comprised of 23 women, and 3 men, so READ WOMEN!

The project is in its last FIVE DAYS on kickstarter and we need all of your support to bring our dream to life! please pledge if you can, and spread the word. thank you for everything, guys. we would not have made it this far without you!

 

Here are some of our contributors:

@aegisdea @aubreymeeksart @pannan-art @sonialiao @maxwickstrom @weatherfox @alisabishop @heavenlyeros @dodtt @spectre-draws @thevioletknight @shutterbones @artofpan

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What Crows on Heartstrings NEEDS:

We need FUNDING. We need your pledges to make this a reality. If you can pledge even just five dollars if you can, and tell five friends personally to pledge as well, we can do this! We want to give you the characters you want to read. Please help us make this inclusive book written and illustrated by 23 women, and 3 men, some or most of us LGBT+ writers and artists.  Come on! We can do it!

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Sneak Peek #3: A Bullet for Death’s Rifle by Emily Duncan, illustrated by Sonia Liao

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Death is a girl named Caterina Kazakova. She harvests souls with her sniper rifle and watches as war tears through her country, as it always has and always will. When Caterina falls in love with a soldier in the warlord’s army, she knows what they have will be a short and bitter thing. A girl who is Death cannot love; a boy who is a soldier in this war is fated to die.

She collected the tethers like strings tied to her fingers, some black, some red, some in colors that Caterina had no name for. There were many, the aftermath of this battle was grim. A shot. A tether tied to her index finger. Another shot. A string tied to her wrist. She did not discriminate, she tied strings from both sides around and around until her own gloves had disappeared underneath the weight of the souls and their stories.

But it was dangerous to listen. It was dangerous to bend an ear and allow the soul their final words. If one spoke, the rest would hear and demand their turn. Too many tethers, too many strings, too many souls to ever hear their woes and their unfulfilled dreams. Better to set them free.

– Except from A Bullet for Death’s Rifle from @glitzandshadows , art by@sonialiao

Please help us spread the word! If you’ve pledged and want to see us funded, please share our kickstarter link across social media!

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Thank you for your support!

Doomed Love + CrazyGood International Artists = Bombass Short Story Anthology

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Hey Bloggers! I need to get real with you for a second.

We need more women writing stories.

We need more women being published.

We need more women making art.

We need to see more LGBT and POC characters carrying their own stories and NOT being killed off to further a cisthet white male character’s arc.

We need LGBTQIA+ Stories that are more than reducing characters to their sexualities.

We need to be able to read the characters whenever we want

We need to make all of these demands mainstream and we can do it. I promise you, we can do it. 

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WE NEED YOUR HELP

I curated a book of short stories called Crows on Heartstrings. It’s a book of doomed love stories. The stories aren’t all solely romance though, we include stories from Fantasy, Sci-fi, Period, and Contemporary genres.

We need your help on Kickstarter, so read on and decide if you would like to back us!

We have artists and writers from all over the world, sure, we have some heterosexual romance here, but we focused on being inclusive of ALL types of love.

With Crows on Heartstrings, you can read about:

Love between Asexual witches

A Faery Prince and an Elven Prince whose reason they can’t be together ISN’T that they’re gay and bisexual, respectively

Two ladies who break curses and together and fall deeply and wonderfully in love.

And SO MUCH MORE  ..The stories just keep going on!  We have 13 stories and 2 comics.

Our artists and writers include people you know form tumblr like @pannan-art @maxwickstrom @aegisdea @dodtt @heavenlyeros @artofpan @weatherfox @aubreymeeksart @shadowhimsy @gloriousmonsters @glitzandshadows @alzuna and so many more!

The only thing that we were super stringent about was that all the stories had to be doomed. So your favorite characters are going to suffer. I promise you they will. But the point here is that they will not suffer to be a plot device. Each character is his/her/their own person and we do not sacrifice them for the sake of a heteronormative person. Never. I promise you. The villains in these stories are who they are supposed to be and I am really confident you will love our book.

We need your help. We are a self published book and we need your support

Please check out our kickstarter:

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1439936295/crows-on-heartstrings-an-antholgy-of-doomed-love-s

If you pledge to get this book seen, you are telling the mainstream publishers that books like this shouldn’t have to be self published in order to be seen! Please support us, share this, our kickstarter, even if you can’t pledge! We need to share this book with you!

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart!

 

KICKSTART Crows on Heartstrings!

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Well! The time has come! Crows on Heartstrings needs YOUR HELP to get funded!
Follow the link to our Kickstarter page to donate!
We have 30 days to fund the project, starting on April 18th.

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1439936295/crows-on-heartstrings-an-antholgy-of-doomed-love-s

If you want to know a little bit about the project, I’ll tell you! Becasue I LOVE this project.

Crows on Heartstrings is a collection of Short Stories which all revolve around a central theme– Doomed Love.

We represent love in all forms, Heterosexual couples, LGBTQ+ couples, familial love, and friendship. No matter what your shape or color, we have something for you, and we are coming for you!

We also take our anti-discriminatory viewpoint and stretch it across genres. We have fantasy, sci-fi, supernatural, period, and contemporary pieces.

These aren’t juse romances, they’re epic tales of doom. I can’t wait to steal your heart and shatter it a little!

Please support us! Our writers and artists come from across the globe. Coming together for this project was amazing on it’s own.

Don’t let our characters suffer for nothing! Pledge so we can share our book with you!

Thank you!

Crows on Heartstrings – Cover Reveal!

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As most of you know, I am curating a book of short stories called Crows on Heartstrings. Well, our collection of short stories officially has a cover!

We are so proud to share with you our official book cover, designed by our own artist, Heavenlyeros!

Check out more on our brand new website crowsonheartstrings.com !

When they met… Abomination Boy and Half a Prince Part 12

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By the time Elijah looked around, Lucien was already lounging on his bed, looking like a dark prince, barefoot and sadly dressed in a new pristine black v-neck.

If Elijah was surprised by the hazy moment that had commenced, he concealed it well. He gazed at Lucien on his bed, thinking of how absorbing he was right now. He rubbed a hand behind his neck and closed his eyes a second. He could go back down and drag Natalie out and they could forget tonight, or he could stay longer and let his own curious mind be filled. A smirk plastered his lips. Always, the latter. He wasn’t ready to go home just yet.

He strode across the room and perched himself on the windowsill, propping his elbow on his bent knee. Lucien could look horrified that he was still there, but he seemed relatively at ease. Elijah’s eyes lit. “You don’t mind, do you? Natalie seems to absorbed in the kitchen with your angel. And, I myself am too interested in your remarkable life.” A shrug. “I don’t usually run to demons or angels with impressive lives.”

“Oh? And what exactly about me interests you?” Lucien’s deep voice rumbled in his throat. He sank low into his bed so that his heavy head could rest on his pillow. His bones were both excited and achy from some annoying halfling symptoms. Lucien had been down this road before, with the sticky tension in the room, dancing in circles around a bed, being too close. What startled him was how slow it was, he was used to being overcome quickly with pain, and being unable to utter a word during the process. This– this was slow and bittersweet. This was enough to pique his interest.

Elijah stroked his jaw and pretended to be contemplating on questions. “You told me about your nature as a demon and angel battling in you, but how do this fair with your feelings? Have you ever felt anything that has affected you highly? How about romance? I see only your depressive state, such a negative emotion. Have you ever felt something opposed to that?” His forehead pleated. “Have you ever felt something human?”

“I have feelings.” Even when he was overcome with darkness he had feelings. Usually those feelings were to kill innocent things, and let their blood spill from open wounds into the street so he could lick it from the cold ground. If he was having a particularly angelic day he found himself being a bit more ruled by logic and law, and using those things to be selfless. But when he was balanced he was as human as ever. When he was neither good nor bad, well, that was something he was experiencing now. He figured that’s what humans felt, he had felt it with Dahlia, and now it was burning more with Elijah, and a hint of wrongness for wanting such things of a man who had killed him. Lucien’s skin burned when he was near Elijah, literally burned, and now it burned with anxious blanketing about his shoulders. It took all he had to force his demonic notions of lust and replace them with human dreams of love.

“I think I am incredibly human when I can balance out my blood. More human than a human. I am neither good nor evil, isn’t that about as human as it gets?” He asked. “I wasn’t joking about the whoring thing. My only experience with romance has been truly void of all romance. It was all physical, all pain, and all against my will. In Hell, I was a thing, not a person.” He flicked his hair out of his unapologetic eyes. This was stating pure facts, but convincing humans or human halflings was proving to be a chore when it came to claims that such things didn’t bother him. He couldn’t feel sorry for the life he had, the only one he’d known, only change it by experiencing new things.

“I’m feeling quite human right now.”

“Well,” Elijah stretched his legs before him. “You’re not in Hell anymore. You’re not treated as a thing in this world. It’s a pleasure to know you feel quite human.” He eyed the street outside, barely illuminated by the street lamps. He recalled Natalie, how he met her and took her away from her ambitious father. His demon twins he deemed were changelings, he rescued from the wrath of a great demon. Elijah had always been fond of taking broken things, but he hadn’t realized it until now. And as he looked back at Lucien, his stone cold heart had somehow eased. What he loathed the most were demons, humans, anyone who took advantage of others who were weaker than them. “My father,” he began, rising from the window sill. “Taught me his own ways, persuading humans with weapons, with war, with fights. I was fortunate. Before I thought he would be like any other demons. But some demons take pride too much, and my father overwhelmed himself with having a son he can dangle in front of his companions. Guess I was lucky.” He walked to the bed, standing just a feet away from Lucien. “But I have to live up to his expectations. I have to compete with myself, make certain I will be the best and my father will have something to brag about.” He snorted. “There was a woman I met in a Scottish village a century ago. I fell in love with her, at her strong will despite her abusive father who did nothing but brand her a whore. She was fierce and I found myself adoring broken things unbend. That’s the first time I felt purely human.”

He plopped on the bed, startling Lucien. Elijah’s brown eyes were pinned on Lucien’s. “I may say, you astound me. After all you’ve been through, you are still selfless. It’s too human. You are more human than you think.”

“You make me sound like a puzzle.” Lucien rolled his head with inky ease to better meet Elijah’s gaze. “I don’t think vengeance is noble. But I want to ensure that my mother dies and cannot create more of me to bring down Heaven and fuck up the universe. That’s not interesting, it’s what’s meant to be done. And I only want it because I was personally affected.”

After a moment, Lucien chuckled.

“So you have a thing for whores, then?”

Laugh erupted from Elijah again. He eased down, lay sideways on the bed and smiled at Lucien. “Perhaps I am fond of whores who are puzzling, but I cannot perceive you as a whore, you see.” He couldn’t say he saw Lucien more as a victim. That could hurt his feelings, he may never know. Funny. He’d just killed him moments ago, and now he brandished himself of preventing muttering words that could hurt his feelings. “How about you, Lucien? What are you fond of?”

“Demons would pay my mother to fuck me. Is that not whoring?” Lucien’s breath hitched and he slammed his eyes shut to rid himself of the memory.

“I don’t really know what I’m fond of, yet.” A goofy grin tore through the dark prince’s face as he weighed the possibilities of how that problem could be rectified.

The air inside seemed to have cooled, but Elijah felt otherwise. He saw the grin on Lucien. His eyes had widened a fraction upon seeing that. “Unless you loved that kind of business, too, then you are no whore.” He propped himself up by the elbows, eyes squinting at the ceiling. “Soon enough you will find what you are fond of.” His lips curled as he looked back at him.

Lucien didn’t need to vocalize that his time in Hell was wholly and completely torture from beginning to end, constant, sleepless, unending pain. There was no need to reiterate how much it hurt, it would only make him seem obsessed, or weak. Saying it was Hell was enough.

“Are you going to help me figure it out, or just keep looking at me like that?”

Elijah blinked for a second, his smile faded. “How frank. I can do the latter and that will be satisfying enough. And remember, I killed you. Aren’t you afraid I can do it again?” His smile was replaced with a smirk. “Or we can forget about the blood and murder.”

“Well, I’m certainly not going to forget about blood and murder only to be ogled.” His displeasure tipped his scale, shooting a pierce through his heart. He collected his hair and held it all in until the scale balanced once more.

Rejection stung more than any torture. It hung in his eyelids, pushing him to suddenly realize his exhaustion, which  pushed him down into his bed by his shoulders. Lucien flinched into a shrug.


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Welcome to the Lucien and Elijah serial by Aubrey Meeks and Julienne 

The accompanying illustration was done by Aegisdea and I couldn’t be happier!

Stay tuned for more of Elijah and Lucien tomorrow!

Lucien and Abomination Boys characters and writing © Aubrey “Meeks” Brown 2015

Elijah and writing © Julienne 2015

Abomination Boy and Half a Prince Part 5

Lucien and Elijah HeaderNatalie rose and slapped him so hard, Elijah thought his neck had been torn out. He held his cheek where a handprint bloomed across his face and shot Natalie an infuriated stare in return.

“You shot him and he was innocent. You have to help. You owe them.”

Fishing out his handkerchief, he wiped his cheek gently. “If you ever slap me again with your dirty hands -”

Natalie rolled her eyes. “Oh I will do it again.” She aimed this time for the other side, but Elijah stopped her, clutching her wrist firmly, then putting it on her side. He struggled to keep his rising anger at bay.

“I will help, but my aid doesn’t go beyond without limitations. I will help until I see it fit that you can do well on your own,” he told Dahlia.

My hero.” Dahlia sighed an exasperated cry and turned to Natalie who at seemed at least more useful if only in her kinder demeanor.

“Okay. So from what I’ve gathered, he’s being conditioned to keep the angel blood from overtaking his demon blood. They battle each other in his veins, that’s why he seems so crazy. He can’t think straight. So…” Dahlia tied up her tight orange curls and picked through Lucien’s pockets until she found his bone knife.

She picked at the collar of his t-shirt and pulled the knife to the hem. It sliced through the fabric with a quick wizz.

“Here.” She paused at two long blistering scars just under his collarbones. They were angry and red, and whoever had put them there didn’t care enough to close them properly. “So there’s cursed iron under there.  He got away before I could help him the first time.  Elijah, if you would just hold him down, he’s not going to like this.” She turned to Natalie. “Do you want to do the slicing or the …sticking your fingers in there and pulling out the metal?”

Elijah hesitated. Lucien looked filthy, and Elijah was way too afraid of dirt to do this, but with Natalie’s side glance threat, dirt was out of his mind. “I see I have no other choice but to do anything you ladies say.” He squatted and calculated how to keep Lucien pinned on the ground. “Cursed iron. I am very fortunate that my father didn’t dare experiment on me or my blood.” He knelt, tucking back his gun and keeping Lucien down with his two hands on his shoulders.

“Maybe he did experiments on your brain,” said Natalie, settling herself on the other side of Lucien. “I think I’ll do the slicing. I can’t imagine sticking my fingers in someone’s flesh, you know.”

“And your fingers are filthy too,” Elijah added.

“Everything’s filthy for you.” Natalie took the knife from Dahlia.

Elijah glanced around the place, keeping his eyes close on any demons. Threats would be imminent especially with four of them – demons, humans, and angels together. The demons would sense their presence. “If this ends up successful, I would like to have the pleasure of knowing why this friend of yours is like this.”

“Me too.” Dahlia watched carefully as Natalie pressed the knife into his angry scars. They hissed as she broke them, oozing a black boiling blood with each inch gained.

“It’s going to work.” She helped Elijah, pressing down on Lucien’s chest as his back arched and his hips bucked under the pain of the knife and who knows what else. She reached her long fingers under his skin, careful not to let the disgusting feel of digging bare-handed through someone’s flesh for the second time in one day, force her to puke.

Wanting to spare him more pain, she pulled a thin sheet of metal from the blister in one swift motion. “unggghh” Lucien groaned, open mouthed and exhausted. Dahlia plunged her fingers in the same wound and tried quickly to find any broken bits that could be itching under his skin.

“Shh. It’s okay. Lucien.” Dahlia purred. She brushed his mop of pale hair from his face and stroked his sharp jaw until it relaxed.

Her hands found the long gash and healed it closed. He needed a break before they went for the next piece, she thought.

“Okay guys, just the one more.”


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Welcome to the Lucien and Elijah serial by Aubrey Meeks and Julienne 

The accompanying illustration was done by Aegisdea and I couldn’t be happier!

 

Stay tuned for more of Elijah and Lucien NEXT WEEK!

What do you think? Will Lucien make it? Who’s been hurting him, and when are we finally going to meet the real Lucien?

Lucien and Abomination Boys characters and writing © Aubrey “Meeks” Brown 2015

Elijah and writing © Julienne 2015

Crows on Heartstrings! – Apply Now!

If you’re looking to apply to Crows on Heartstrings, you’re in luck!

The deadline is now extended to November 11th!

All applicants will be hearing from Crows on Heartstrings after that time 😀 So if you haven’t heard from us, it’s okay!

Get your applications in now!

For more information on how to apply, click here!

Crows on Heartstrings is picking up Artists! APPLY NOW

We still have slots open for artists and writers, so apply now so you can join collaborators like heavenlyeros who did this wonderful promotional image for us. You’ll be seeing her work in the book! Aren’t you excited?

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CALL FOR WRITERS AND ARTISTS: Short Story Anthology – Crows on Heartstrings

UPDATE: NO LONGER ACCEPTING APPLICATIONS

 

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CALL FOR WRITERS AND ARTISTS!

I would like to introduce a project called Crows on Heartstrings.

What is it?

Crows on Heartstrings is a collection of short stories that we are in the midst of curating. We just need two things: WRITERS and ARTISTS!

Writers

Please, help me fill the pages of Crows on Heartstrings with tales of doomed love. The theme is just that: Doomed Love Stories. Think, Blue and Gansey. But you are not limited to romantic love. It can be familial or friendly love, ANY LOVE, (we don’t discriminate here) as long as it is doomed.

If you haven’t written a story yet, that’s fine.

Send me:

  • A sample of your writing
  • A pitch and simple plot structure for your story
  • Please send everything to me at crowsonheartstrings@gmail.com with a link to your sample or with it in the body of the text (no attachments please)

Our only other criteria is that you keep the word count between 5,000-7,500 words.

We will be choosing 12-15 writers!

The final product will be self published and put on kickstarter to be funded for a first edition batch of around 1,000 books. If our goal is not reached, never fear, we have a few backup plans!

Artists

We need 12 – 15 artists to create illustrations to be published for the introduction piece for each story.

As this is very specific to the story, just send a portfolio, (preferably a link to your tumblr or website) and send us information like the mediums you use and any notable things about your work.

Again, if you are interested, please send all submissions to crowsonheartstrings@gmail.com