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Haley Patricia @haleypatricia.bsky.social · 18/08/2026

The opening of my book about teen girls who find themselves on Naughty List and are cursed to receive Christmas gifts that turn their worst mistakes into personalized punishments. Now they must discover the terrifying truth behind the North Pole. 💌🎁💄

Chapter One
(The Naughty List)
Wednesday, December 1st, 2027, 7:10 a.m.
Coal is like a designer bag compared to what I’ll get for Christmas.
Fake Santa isn’t playing this year.
It's a shame, really. I'd been hoping for some new lipstick. Guess I’ll have to buy it myself now considering I cried for three hours after my dog chewed up my old one. Well, I’m not stepping a pink Steve Madden boot into school looking mid next to the other girls who are literal supermodels, by the way.
The torture gloss hiding under fancy red wrapping paper doesn’t cut it. Not. Even. Close.
I should know what’s coming.
Too bad I don’t yet. The package I just found on my porch looks harmless. So of course, I tear it open. All it contains is a note.

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Haley Patricia @haleypatricia.bsky.social · 18/08/2026

The opening to my YA thriller about d💀ad teens competing for a second chance at life.

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.
My biggest mistake of all was coming to this damn party instead of enjoying my flaming hot Cheetos and The Big Bang Theory in peace. They’re going to be fucking stale by the time I make it out of this. My train-wreck ass couldn’t even get that right.
Some dreams have to die, I guess. Because as of now, I’m still living my first life in oblivion, the December air freezing my hands off as I practice for a scholarship that won’t matter anyway.
“Fuck this shit,” I mutter because of course I’m the person who would practice basketball at a party. Just a few more minutes so people don’t think I’m even more of an asshole.
“Nice job Alex.” Rolling my eyes, I line up to shoot my twenty-fifth basket for the day because this really is my own fault. A month of treating every bad choice like an invitation to the Olympics led me here.
I glance at my phone, propped on the mailbox, recording. It doesn’t matter if I miss now. I can just record again.
But it will at my game tomorrow. When dad’s eyes are on me the whole time, waiting for me to screw up.
I’m sorry did I ask for his opinion? Didn’t think so. I glance at my phone again. The evidence that shows I’m practicing. So if I screw up tomorrow, at least I can tell dad I tried.
“I don’t care.” The words taste funny on my tongue as I bounce the ball harder than I need to.

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Haley Patricia @haleypatricia.bsky.social · 28/07/2026

Sharing this absolutely stunning art of Lindi, Lola, and Holly from The Naughty List! Thank you @izmartinsenart on Instagram for bringing my girls to life! 🎅🏻🎄🎁

Girl with blonde hair and blue top, girl with black jacket and blue jeans, girl with brown hair and red jacket. Snow and candy canes behind them.

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Haley Patricia @haleypatricia.bsky.social · 24/07/2026

When Holly and her friends are placed on the Naughty List, they’re cursed to receive Christmas gifts that turn their worst mistakes into personalized punishments. Now they must discover who’s sending them, or one of them won’t survive the holidays. #Questpit #YA #T #S #W

I know when you’re awake, evil Santa and reindeer, the North Pole, two girls kissing in snow, the naughty list, two girls with presents, two girls in snow, tree with creepy ornaments, three girls in winter.

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Haley Patricia @haleypatricia.bsky.social · 24/07/2026

After dying, Alexandra and her friends wake up in a competition for a second chance at life but only one of them can earn it. To be resurrected, they must relive the past month, confront their fatal flaws, and change the choices that led to their deaths. #questpit #W #YA #T #S

Body standing over body on road, two girls close together, shed fire, girl lying in hospital bed sleeping, three roses on grave, hand punching mirror, boy crying, death is not the end, clock ticking backward.

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Haley Patricia @haleypatricia.bsky.social · 06/06/2026

Trying to convince you to read my book about four dead teens competing for a second chance at life where only one of them can come back to the living, with this beautiful stunning gorgeous art by the talented @izmartinsenart on Instagram!! Obsessed is an understatement!! 🪦🥀🔥

Four teens in snowy background with graves and roses behind them.

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Haley Patricia @haleypatricia.bsky.social · 25/05/2026

Working on drafting naughty list today! 🤭🎄💄🎁

“I know, I know.” I avert my eyes to the floor. “I should have said something to Connor. About what he said to Lindi.” I shake my head. “I’m sorry.”
I hear Lola snort. “Are you? Because you literally left me to fend for myself out there. Again.”
I finally manage to look her in the eyes. “I know Lo.” My voice breaks. “I’m sorry.”
Lola frowns at me, then opens her mouth again, but another crack of the shock cuts her off.
“What the hell?” she asks after I wince. “You okay?”
“Uh, yeah.” I grip the tube tighter and grit my teeth, my hand burning. “Sorry. I think I may have sprained my wrist yesterday during dance. It just hurts, that’s all.”
Lola’s eyes soften immediately. “Well, did you ice it?”
“No.”
“You really should.” She reaches her hand toward mine, but I pull back.
“Sorry,” I say. “It’s just sensitive to touch right now.”
“Okay.” Lola steps back before she releases a deep sigh. “I’m sorry your wrist hurts,” she tells me. But I’m not sorry for telling you you acted like an ass today. I think you know you did.” She runs a hand through her hair and looks at me. Not angry anymore, I don’t think. Her eyes are too dim for that. Sad. Because I let her down.
“I’ll see you later at dance.” Lola heads toward the door. She looks at me again, shaking her head one last time before heading out.
I wait until she’s gone before letting the tears fall. They spill over, hot and fast, growing worse when my hand feels the sting of another shock.
I hear a voice.
“Put the lipstick on. Or this sleigh ride will get bumpier.”
My chest grows tight. “Hello?” I choke out, my eyes darting around the bathroom. I check all the stalls, which are already open. I’m the only one here.
Then I realize.
It’s coming from the fucking tube.

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Haley Patricia @haleypatricia.bsky.social · 19/05/2026

Roses beta reads are all sent out and I'm nervous hehe but here's one of my favorite snippets from the book.

It hits me right now, through my sobbing, that I’ll never be able to become the person dad wants me to be. Because that’s the thing about death, it steals your future. So that the last impression you make on someone, whether good or bad, will be the way they always remember you. I spent this entire second chance thinking about how to better myself for a tomorrow that won’t come. Because I’m not going to make it out of the past alive. I was never supposed to.
I’m not sure why I’m so determined to return to a life I hated in the first place. I guess it’s not my past that I’m grieving, but my future. It feels like all the work I did on myself was wasted because the person I was the night I died is how everyone’s going to remember me. They’ll never get to know the person I am now. So while everyone else is grieving other people, I’m grieving my future self.

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Haley Patricia @haleypatricia.bsky.social · 30/04/2026

Sooo this book is almost done and I'm looking for beta readers if anyone is interested. My deadline isn't until Mid-September and it should be about 70-75k words. Feel free to comment below if interested!

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Amy Dehaas @amywrites.bsky.social · 29/04/2026

A true-crime producer returns home to film a series on an unsolved serial killer case. When a new body turns up and threats hit her doorstep, she uncovers secrets linking the murders to her own past. What began as a docuseries is now a fight to survive her own story. #Questpit #Q #A #T #MY

Collage of six images. Image, one scattered police files and crime scene photos, image two, a White House with a red roof beside a lake with pine trees behind it, a Ouija board and tarot cards, and an overgrown cemetery with old headstones, crime scene tape. Text overlay reads: “She built a career unearthing other people’s secrets. Her own wouldn’t stay buried.”

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Haley Patricia @haleypatricia.bsky.social · 29/04/2026

After dying, Alexandra and her friends wake up in a competition for a second chance at life, but only one of them gets it. To be resurrected, they must relive the past month and change the choices that led to their deaths by confronting their fatal flaws. #questpit #W #YA

Brunette girl looking up at blonde boy on bench, clock, brunette girl laying on blonde boys chest, two girls hugging, three red roses on grave, two girls holding hands up, boy holding footballs four teen silhouettes standing in the fake, shed on fire in the dark.

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Haley Patricia @haleypatricia.bsky.social · 18/04/2026

TW: fake blood. Mean Girls x Krampus When Holly and her friends make the Naughty List, they’re cursed to receive gifts that turn their worst mistakes into punishments. Now they must discover who’s sending them, or one of them won’t survive Christmas. #posterpit #W #YA #T

You better watch out. The naughty list. Every gift comes with a punishment. Christmas tree with presents and bear underneath.

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Haley Patricia @haleypatricia.bsky.social · 18/04/2026

After dying in a fire, Alexandra and her friends wake up in a competition for resurrection. To win a second chance at life, they must relive the past month and fix their worst mistakes—but only one of them gets their life back. #posterpit #W #YA #T

Only one of them can come back to life. Roses are dead. Welcome to the rebirth trials. Three red roses on gray grave.

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Haley Patricia @haleypatricia.bsky.social · 12/04/2026

Have the perfect scene from Roses for this 🥀🔥 #WIPSnips

I turn the knob, but it clicks and doesn’t rotate all the way. I try again. And again. It’s locked, or jammed or something. “Are you fucking kidding me?!” I cry when it won’t budge. “Come on, come on, come on.”
I twist harder, my face hot and my hands shaking now. If this thing doesn’t open I swear…
“Alex-” Anna starts, but before she can finish, something smacks into the side of the shed.
The sudden bang knocks me off balance. The wall gets smacked again and again until it rattles. Dust clogs my nose.
“What the hell was that?” Aiden snaps.
Then I hear it. The same crunching glass sound I heard when breaking Timothy’s car.
The sound is wrong. But I don’t have time to figure out why.
Anna screams as a lantern falls off the workbench to my right. “Crap!” she cries. “I forgot to turn that off.” She must have grabbed it when going to get that extra Fanta.
The lantern hits the wooden floor, shattering into pieces as liquid seeps out.
For half a second, nothing happens.
Then the flames blare.
“Fire!” Anna cries, gripping Lainey’s arm. Lainey’s breaths are heavy, choked up, as she says something about someone hitting the shed.
Aiden rushes for the door as the flames crackle against the wood, swallowing the toolbox whole. Sweat runs down my back and the fire hisses at me, like a warning. No, a scolding.
Look what you’ve done.
Anna bangs against the wall, screaming “Help! Fire!” over and over again. My eyes dart around the shed for a window but I can’t find one. Aiden pulls at the door, his hands shaky on the knob.
“Open it!” I cry after he struggles for a minute. The stench of smoke hits my nose. My skin burns. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
We’re fucked.

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Haley Patricia @haleypatricia.bsky.social · 11/04/2026

My novel is about dead teens competing for the chance to come back to life. But as they try to change their past, they die off one by one when they fail to overcome the flaws that doomed them the first time. There’s only one survivor. Who would you save? #ProfilePit

Alexandra “Alex” (The Main Character)

Full Name: Alexandra Grace Foster
Age: 16
Fatal Flaw: Impulsive rage.
Most Redeeming Quality: Self-awareness.
Cause of Death: Fire

Lainey (The Love Intrest)

Full Name: Alaina Celeste Decker
Age: 17
Fatal Flaw: Recklessness
Most Redeeming Qualities: Charm and empathy.
Cause of Death: Fire

Anna (The Older Sister)

Full Name: Annabel Marie Foster
Age: 17
Fatal Flaw: People Pleasing.
Most Redeeming Qualities: Kindness and gentleness.
Cause of Death: Fire

Aiden (The Older Brother)

Full Name: Aiden Patrick Foster
Age: 17
Fatal Flaw: Pride.
Most Redeeming Qualities: Caring and protective.
Cause of Death: Fire

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Haley Patricia @haleypatricia.bsky.social · 02/04/2026

Does anyone want to beta read the first half of my book about dead teens competing for a second chance at life? It’s about 48k words?! Here’s the pitch! #writersky

One month. One mystery. One survivor.
After a fire kills sixteen-year-old Alexandra, her siblings, and the girl she loves, they’re given a choice: return to the month before the fire and compete against each other for a second chance at life or stay in the afterlife forever. Only one of them can survive the competition. The rest will be erased from existence forever.
As the Rebirth Trials begin, Alexandra’s second chance is determined by her ability to fix the worst mistakes she made the month leading up to her death. Every one she repairs will bring her closer to the truth. Falling back into old habits means elimination. But someone is rewriting the past to rig the competition. If the culprit succeeds, she’ll stay dead forever.

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Haley Patricia @haleypatricia.bsky.social · 02/04/2026

Dealing with grief in my novel about dead teenagers competing for a second chance at life. TW: death. Names blocked for spoilers.

In runs Clover, our medium-sized rescue mutt with scruffy brown fur. Back from doggie bootcamp. Dad sent a text earlier saying Grandma was going to drop her off. She was nice enough to pick her up for us.
As usual, Clover doesn’t acknowledge me. She just rushes over to Anna’s bed, then turns to me as if I can make her appear out of thin air. Unlike the rest of us, Anna never snapped at her. Never yelled at her for chewing on her things. Never scolded her for snapping. She was gentle. Almost too gentle. But that’s what Clover needed.
“Sorry girl, she’s not there,” I manage, my voice tight. “Come on, you can sit with me if you want.”
Clover does that little cry that usually annoys me. But today’s different.
“I know,” I say. “I know it’s sad, but she’s not here. Come on.” I pat the bed next to me. “Come sit with me.”
Clover gives what sounds like a little huff before jumping onto Anna’s bed, cuddling between her throw pillows.
That does it for me. “Come on Clover.” Tears blur my vision as I place the journal and pen on my dresser, gently approaching her. I can’t look at this anymore. I just can’t. “Come on.” I reach my hand out to pet her. “Come sit with me—”
Clover whips her head around before I can touch her. She bares her teeth at me, snapping toward my hand. I wrench away before she can bite it.
The tears flow harder now. I clench my fists and stomp my foot a few times, hoping the rage will leave my body. It doesn’t.
Clover hisses at me again.

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John Harwood @johnjharwood.bsky.social · 02/04/2026

the president of the United States is a madman seriously damaging the entire world

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Haley Patricia @haleypatricia.bsky.social · 31/03/2026

POV: four teens die in a fire and are given a second chance to become better people. But only one of them can come back to life. A snippet from my YA thriller.

“What?” I start to ask Angel, my head fuzzy. “Where are we?”
“The afterlife,” is the only answer he gives me.
Ineffective as usual. “But where in the afterlife?”
Angel doesn’t respond. He just gestures to a group of teenagers who are making their way down the road, holding large posters above their heads.
My heart sinks. They look like they’ve gotten the life sucked out of them. Literally.
The crowd stops right in front of Angel and me. Some of them wear hospital bands. Others have bruises or burn marks. One girl, with a large head gash, looks directly at Angel, shoving her sign toward him. I read the words written in black ink.
We’re too young to be dead.
My stomach drops so fast it nearly knocks the wind out of me. Heat crawls up my throat. My mouth tastes like salt. I press my lips together and force down a gag.
“Every teen deserves a second chance!” the girl shouts, and the others follow her. Then I notice her outfit. A poodle-skirt with a blouse, a high ponytail fastened with a ribbon, and saddle shoes. She looks like she walked out of a 1950s photograph.
“One mistake shouldn’t cost a life!” the boy behind her cries, the same phrase written on the sign he’s holding. This time I do gag. Johnny St. Jones. He died in a car accident with his girlfriend last year. I had math class with him.
But wait. His girlfriend didn’t die. I see her around school all the time. Or maybe she did. And she competed in the Rebirth Trials. And won.
But Angel said if we lose we’ll be erased. So how do I remember them? Because I’m still dead too?

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Haley Patricia @haleypatricia.bsky.social · 29/03/2026

#Saturdaysnippet from my book about dead teens competing for resurrection. #writersky

“No.” Anna’s voice breaks. “I’m the one who should be sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. It wasn’t fair to you.” Her eyes shift to the floor. “And it was my fault anyway. I left the lantern on. I gave you the alcohol.”
That almost knocks me over. Anna gave Lainey the alcohol? Did she forget about what drinking does to her? About the time she got drunk and tried to cut her own hair with scissors, but ended up slicing her cheek instead. I can still see the scar. A white line right by her left ear.
“You what?” I ask Anna. “Why on earth would you—”
“Because,” Anna mumbles, her eyes not meeting mine. She picks at a hangnail on her thumb until there’s a tiny bit of blood. “I was being stupid.” The next part is what I never expected her to say aloud. “And I didn’t want everyone to hate me.”
“Why would they hate you?” Lainey says. “You’re an angel. You’re like the most lovable human being on the planet.”
“I’m not actually.” Tears are sliding down Anna’s cheeks now. “I’m not a good person, Lainey.” She covers her mouth with her hand, stifling a sob. “I was the only one besides Nathan who knew where his parents kept the alcohol. I wasn’t going to do it at first, but I guess that doesn’t matter now, does it?”
She’s right. It doesn’t matter.

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Haley Patricia @haleypatricia.bsky.social · 21/03/2026

A snippet from my book about dead teens competing for a second chance at life. #writersky

Angel looks at her, then at us all, with an expression so flat I can’t read it. “Because you’re not supposed to work together. This is a competition.” He keeps going before I can even process the first part. “Only one of you can come back to life.
The room swims. My head spins so much I’m dizzy. “What the fuck are you talking about?!” I scream at him.
Angel eyes lock directly on mine now. “Welcome to the Rebirth Trials. The outcome will reflect your choices. May the best person win.” Then he vanishes in a puff of smoke.

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Haley Patricia @haleypatricia.bsky.social · 17/03/2026

A lil scene from my novel The Naughty List 🎁🎄

I hold the book in my lap, my eyes glued to the page, to my name at the top of the naughty list. If I stare at it until my head pounds, maybe I can change it’s mind.
Lola sits down behind me, resting her chin on my shoulder. Her arms snake around my waist. “You’re not the worst thing you've ever done, Hol.”
I lean up and kiss the skin underneath her ear. “Neither are you.”
She freezes, pursing her lips, like that's almost painful for her to process. “Yeah, I know.” Releasing me, she leans back onto the couch cushions.
I cock an eyebrow. “Do you?”
Lola sighs, pushing herself up onto her elbows. “No,” she admits, her eyes drifting to the splotch of blood on my sweater. “I guess I don't.”
“I don't either.”
Lola nods, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. Her fingers brush down my cheek, like she's trying to make sure I'm not a fantasy. “Yeah. I know. That's the crazy part about this whole list drama. I mean, when you think about it, everyone should be on the in-between list.”
I trail my fingers down her arm. “What do you mean?”
She smiles a little at my touch. “I mean, that red suited physco needs a new system. We all have a bad side. Some people are just better at hiding it than others.”
I sit up straighther. “You really believe that?”
She nods. “No one is simply naughty or nice. People aren't inherently bad or good.”

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Haley Patricia @haleypatricia.bsky.social · 15/03/2026

#Litagents who liked my pinned book my second is also a YA thriller about girls who make the naughty list and receive gifts each day of December that turn their biggest mistakes into punishments. They must discover who is sending the gifts or one of the won’t survive Christmas.

I know when you’re awake, two girls kissing, tree with creepy ornaments, bloody candy canes, naughty list, chanesaw, presents destroyed by tree.

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Haley Patricia @haleypatricia.bsky.social · 13/03/2026

The author//the kiss scene #writersky (From my book about dead teens competing for ressurection.) #fridaykiss

“Hey.” Lainey wipes a tear from my eye. “Please stop crying.” She doesn’t scold me. She’s gentle about it, brushing hair from my face, planting soft little kisses underneath my eyes.
I shake my head, still huffing and puffing. It’s pathetic but I can’t stop. It feels like I’ve left my own body. Like I can’t control it. “I….I can’t. It hurts too much.”
Lainey brushes a hand down my arm. “Let me make it stop hurting then.” She smiles softly, like she’s waiting for confirmation. I nod, so she pulls me in, our lips meeting again.
The kiss is hot, full of warm lips, tangling tongues, and flushed skin. My palms feel the warmth of Lainey’s face when I cup it. We kiss until my head spins. I try to focus on the dizziness, hoping it will make me forget about redacted, but it doesn’t work. Redacted is dead and here Lainey and I are, just kissing. But I keep going, hoping the world will eventually stop.
My hands grip Lainey’s sweater because if I don’t do something with them I’ll punch a window or rip my hair out or worse. I try to focus on Lainey and the sensation of our mouths moving together, of her hands on my waist, grounding me.
The kiss heats up until she’s laying me on my back, her lips trailing down my neck. I sigh into it, tangling my hands in her curls. I feel her grin against my skin.
Then I feel something else. Hot, wet tears, dripping onto my neck. When she kisses me again her mouth tastes like salt.
Lainey shakes her head, tears streaming down her cheeks as she pulls away from me. “It still hurts,” she chokes out, wiping her tears on her sleeve, which is useless since they keep coming. “I thought this would make it stop but it still hurts.”
“I know.” I’m crying just as hard as she is now, so hard my chest aches. “I feel it too. I know.

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Haley Patricia @haleypatricia.bsky.social · 09/03/2026

#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.

Red clock, red rose, til death, red graveyard, red shed on fire.

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Haley Patricia @haleypatricia.bsky.social · 31/01/2026

Today is #NationalHotChocolateDay so here’s a snippet from Naughty List featuring hot chocolate. ☕️

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.”

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Cassie is drafting/(finally) editing 📚🖊️ @cassjackson-22.bsky.social · 31/01/2026

Y'all this book is absolutely amazing!!! I'm so in love!!!

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Haley Patricia @haleypatricia.bsky.social · 31/01/2026

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

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.

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Haley Patricia @haleypatricia.bsky.social · 16/01/2026

#WIPs snips word was brain. Because the word hallucination was used I thought it could work. TW: emotional distress, mentions of death, alcohol misuse.

“It’s my fault,” I whisper. “Us dying was all my fault. That’s what Angel meant when he said I was the fire.”
Lainey goes quiet, holding her breath. Or maybe she’s not. Can we even breathe if we’re really dead? “What do you mean?” She runs her hands up and down my arms, sending tingles through my body. It helps for a good five seconds before I start shaking. “It’s not like you started the fire.”
“Yeah, but I made someone pissed enough that they did,” I sob. Maybe that theory is far-fetched but what else could Angel have meant?
“Shh.” Lainey kisses my forehead. “I know. You’re scared and it hurts. But you can’t blame yourself.”
“I can when it’s my fault.”

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Haley Patricia @haleypatricia.bsky.social · 13/01/2026

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

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.

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Haley Patricia @haleypatricia.bsky.social · 05/01/2026

Inspired by the word when my characters first return home after dying to compete against each other in a redemption competition! #wipsnips

In exactly one month, I’ll be dead again.
Unless I fix what my fire burnt.
I put my phone on the dresser and hop out of bed. I pull a purple shirt out of my closet. Last time I wore green. Nothing can be the same.
Each footstep in the hallway makes the floorboards vibrate. Dad’s probably on his way downstairs to make breakfast like always. Last time, Anna laughed at a stack of burnt bacon. This time, I don’t think either of us will be laughing.
Dad can’t know what I’m planning. I have to make him believe that things are normal. That this is the first time we’ve ever lived through this day.
The bedroom door creaks open. Anna stands at the entrance, her natural curls looking as beautiful as ever. Last time she spent over an hour straightening her hair to impress everyone.
My eyes shift to her Band-Aid covered fingers. She’s been picking at her skin again. Anxiety followed her to her grave.
I feel like someone sewed my cheeks back to make me smile. But hopefully Anna’s convinced by it. “Don’t worry,” I try to reassure her. “We’re going to be okay.”
Anna nods slowly, but her eyes tell a different story. She doesn’t believe me.
I’m not sure why. This should be easy enough. We just have to make sure we don’t make the same choices we did last time

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Haley Patricia @haleypatricia.bsky.social · 26/12/2025

Happy #fridaykiss from Alexandra and Lainey. TW: mild intimacy. Didn't have the worst type but thought it worked for vibes. #wipsnips

“What?” Lainey asks after I stare at her for a moment.
“Nothing.” I grin down at her. “You’re just really beautiful.” I gently trace my thumb over her bottom lip.
She gives a little shiver, then chuckles, tucking a curl behind my ear. “I could say the same about you.” That’s a lie, but my head is buzzing too much for me to argue with her.
Lainey smirks, flipping me onto my back. She bites her bottom lip, her eyes shifting to my jeans. I nod, so she smiles wider and tugs them off. I lift my shirt over my head, and she does the same with hers. My eyes lock on her white lace bra, my cheeks warming. Mine is skin-colored and plain, but what else is new? I want to ask what she sees in me, but she kisses my mouth before I can.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Lainey pants. “We’re not moving too fast?”
I shake my head, pulling her in for another kiss. Our tounges meet for a second before we pull back. “I love you,” I breathe. “And you’re beautiful. And I want you to feel good. I…I want to make you feel good.”

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Haley Patricia @haleypatricia.bsky.social · 24/11/2025

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.

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Haley Patricia @haleypatricia.bsky.social · 23/11/2025

Imagine: Four dead teens get one month back on Earth to fix the past before they burn again. But the past keeps changing. Someone is rewriting their memories. Only one of them can be reborn. But for the MC, winning means losing her siblings and the girl she loves who died with her. #wippit

Gray grave, red rose black rose on fire, red rose with blood, hand coming out of dirt holding red rose, red roses on grave, house on fire, red solo cups, clock spinning.

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Haley Patricia @haleypatricia.bsky.social · 23/11/2025

On December 1st, Holly and her friends are cursed to receive gifts that force them to pay for their darkest sins. On midnight of Christmas day, they must choose one of them to die. Now, Holly must discover where the gifts are coming from before time runs out. #wippit #YA 🎁🎄

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She’s right. Lindi has every right to hate me after the way I let Connor bully her. After the way I joined in.
I made the naughty list for a reason.
“I get it, Lola!” I shout, jumping up to face her directly. “I’m a horrible person! Lindi should hate me! Everyone should hate me! You don’t have to keep rubbing it in my face!”
Lola glares at me, but then I swear I see her soften. Her hands tremble as she takes a tiny step closer, and I back up until I hit the wall.
“You’re killing me,” she growls. “I know you’re better than this.”
My eyes sting. She sees the good in me. And for some reason that only pisses me off more.
“Why do you care anyway?!” I shout.
Lola’s tone grows surprisingly gentle. “You know why.” Then she kisses me, hard.
The kiss is desperate, full of teeth, and tongues, and heat, but I know Lola isn’t hurting me. She never would. I grip her jacket, kissing her back with just as much force until the guilt is so overwhelming I’m dizzy.
When we finally break apart, we’re both panting. Lola loosens her hold on me, her hands still on my face as tears stream down my cheeks. She wipes a few away for me before sitting down on my bed.
“I’m not mad because you’re a horrible person, Holly,” Lola says, softly. “I’m mad because I know you’re not. I’m not even mad at you. I’m mad at whatever is making you hurt this much.”
That makes me cry harder. “I’m sorry.”
“I know. I am too. I shouldn't have yelled. I didn’t meant to scare you like that.”
I know she’s lying about me being a good person. She doesn’t really believe I’ve changed. She thinks I deserve to be on the naughty list this year. Santa only gives presents to people who deserve them.
And mine have made me pay for my sins.

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Haley Patricia @haleypatricia.bsky.social · 06/11/2025

🔥 After dying, Alexandra wakes up in a redemption competition set in the past. 💀To win her life, she must relive her worst choices & fix every mistake over the past month. ⏰But history is being rewritten and one of the friends she died with might win first. #questpit #W

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RJ Webb 🦇🏳️‍🌈 @authorrjwebb.bsky.social · 05/11/2025

WHERE SHADOWS BLOOM X SHATTER THE SKY (Dragon&PearlWIP) In a peace agreement between the water and the lands, a siren has been promised as the betrothed prize for the skies tournament winner. Refusing to allow her love to suffer that fate, a knight fights her way through the trial. #questpit #NA

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Haley Patricia @haleypatricia.bsky.social · 05/11/2025

🔥 After dying, Alexandra wakes up in a competition set in the past where redemption has a deadline. 💀 To win her life, she must relive her worst choices & fix every mistake over the past month. ⏰ But history is being rewritten and one of the friends she died with might win first. #questpit #W

After dying in a fire, Alexandra wakes up a month in the past in a redemption competition for resurrection. 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.

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Haley Patricia @haleypatricia.bsky.social · 03/11/2025

🔥 After dying, Alexandra wakes up in a competition in the past where redemption comes with a deadline. 💀 To win her life, she must relive her worst choices & fix every mistake over the past month. ❤️ But history is being rewritten— and one of the friends she died with might win first. #MelsNoWrimo

After dying, Alexandra wakes up in a competition for resurrection, where four dead teens must relive and correct their worst mistakes to win their lives back. But only one can win, and history is being rewritten, not in Alexandra’s favor.

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Haley Patricia @haleypatricia.bsky.social · 01/11/2025

Updated pitch card for Roses 🥀🪦

🔥 After dying, Alexandra wakes up in a competition in the past where redemption comes with a deadline.

💀 To win her life, she must relive her worst choices & fix every mistake over the past month.

❤️ But history is being rewritten— and one of her dead friends might win first.

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Haley Patricia @haleypatricia.bsky.social · 01/11/2025

After dying, Alexandra wakes up in a competition in the past where she must relive her real life choices and become a better person. Fixing her mistakes over the last month is the only way to get a second chance at life before one of her dead friends wins one first. #WIP 🥀🪦🔥

‪ Graveyard, red rose with skull, black rose, red rose, red rose with hand coming out of dirt, red rose on grave, shed fire, red solo cups, swirling numbers.

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Haley Patricia @haleypatricia.bsky.social · 01/11/2025

I truly had no shame when writing Roses are Dead. I did not hold back at all. I’m sorry to all my readers.

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Haley Patricia @haleypatricia.bsky.social · 31/10/2025

Would anyone be interested in beta-reading some of this? I have 95 pages written so far, but ofc no one has to read that much. You can choose however much. Even if it's just five pages or one chapter, I'm more than happy to have as many eyes as possible on it!

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Cassie is drafting/(finally) editing 📚🖊️ @cassjackson-22.bsky.social · 30/10/2025

Welcome to an agent/reader's guide to EtD, a novel I have been working on for the past 3.5 years of my life. Please enjoy :) #DS #W #YA #NA #GhostPit

Forest green background with a black schoolhouse in the upper left and a black tree in the lower right. @cassjackson_22 in white in the lower left corner.

"THE COMPS" next to the black schoolhouse in light yellowish cream.

"EtF is a dual timeline upper YA/NA dystopian novel with the classic dystopian feel of MOCKINGJAY, THE MAZE RUNNER, THE CITY OF EMBER and DELERIUM (without the romance) and the vibes of SKY HUNTER and DAY ZERO take over the novel." in white letters.

"This novel is perfect for readers who enjoy: (bullet point list) Coming of age novels, Dual timelines, Plot twists, A secret villian." in white letters b

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Haley Patricia @haleypatricia.bsky.social · 30/10/2025

After dying in a fire, Alexandra and three others return to earth in a state between life and death. They must compete in the Rebirth Trials: a competition where whoever fixes the most of their past mistakes comes back to life and the rest are erased forever. #Ghostpit

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a red rose is on fire with hearts surrounding it

Alt: a red rose is on fire with hearts surrounding it.

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