Sanctuary
A sacred place remembers what the village has spent generations trying to bury.
Come in for gothic horror, aching romance, cursed institutions, impossible gardens, old griefs, sea monsters, new worlds, new religons, and stories where the thing everyone calls monstrous may be the only thing telling the truth.
[ ENTER THE LIBRARY ]A sacred place remembers what the village has spent generations trying to bury.
Some griefs wash away. Others learn the shape of your name and follow you home.
An orchard can feed a town, shelter a secret, or keep count of everyone never allowed to leave.
Hi! I'm Arbour Ventura and I write gothic, feminist, sapphic/ queer, and speculative stories about haunted systems,sea monsters, dangerous devotion, impossible bodies, new religons and women who find their teeth are far sharper than what they first thought.
This little corner of the internet is part library, part diary, and part shrine.
bio last edited after midnight // status: probably writing
Reworked a scene I thought was finished. It was not finished. The roots won.
I gave her a secret, a bad coping mechanism, and exactly one person she would burn the world for. This seems healthy.
Decided professional minimalism is overrated. Brought back borders, counters, tiny buttons, ominous serif fonts, and emotional oversharing.
You know how it goes... end up doing anything but writing.