Colleen Moidu
seemoido.bsky.social
Colleen Moidu
@seemoido.bsky.social
Writer of gothic horror and near future speculative fiction. Querying

https://www.colleenmoidu.com/
Pinned
Jordan’s fingers reached out tentatively. A hand met hers, warm and steady. Grief rose in her chest. Grief at having lived so long before this moment, so long without this connection. The second heartbeat adjusted until it matched her own. The loop was forming.
#QUESTPIT #Q #A #S #SF #MY
Reposted by Colleen Moidu
WEDDINGS FOR TRADE 👰🌹

#cozydystopia (yes) #sapphicromance (heck yes)

An event planner, a gardener, a seamstress, and a minister walk into a garden... and then the world ends.

That was 20 years ago, though. Today, it's just the eve of yet another wedding.

#questpit #w #a #s #u #d
January 31, 2026 at 12:42 PM
Jordan’s fingers reached out tentatively. A hand met hers, warm and steady. Grief rose in her chest. Grief at having lived so long before this moment, so long without this connection. The second heartbeat adjusted until it matched her own. The loop was forming.
#QUESTPIT #Q #A #S #SF #MY
January 31, 2026 at 9:00 PM
Reposted by Colleen Moidu
#questpit #a #q #rf

A cursed trans runaway prince is caught, assigned a 24/7 guard, and betrothed as his deadname. To cure his curse, the prince must trust his guard and friends to plan a splashy escape w the guard. However, the prince risks his freedom and his friend’s lives should his plan fail.
January 31, 2026 at 5:00 AM
Tess moves to a haunted Victorian with a strict 21-day eviction policy. A dying neighbor brings muffins, a python, and secrets, Tess overstays and she is trapped. Escape means solving a 40-year-old mystery buried in her own history, one she’s rewritten in order to survive.
#Questpit #W #A #H #PR
January 31, 2026 at 5:29 PM
Seven bodies. One sealed room. When a detective investigates deaths at the abandoned Harrow Institute, nothing adds up—especially one detail she can’t explain. The partner synths tied to the victims should have decommissioned within 96 minutes. They didn’t.
#QUESTPIT #Q #A #S #SF #MY
January 31, 2026 at 3:16 PM
The house winks with a plywood eye and I wink back. I respect a lady who can lose a fight with gravity and keep flirting.

Children’s singing reaches me: ‘Terror Theresa, don’t you stare, wrapped her baby up in hair.’

I tug my jacket closed and smile. A house with baggage.

#Questpit #W #A #H #PR
January 31, 2026 at 1:38 PM