S. C. Moore (28) is a genre-fluid storyteller who writes what she would want to read: bold, honest, and unafraid. Whether it’s a quiet character study, a dark and dangerous romance, or something that bucks every label, S. C. dives in headfirst and drags the reader along. Her books are born from real life(exagerated and mixed wiith fiction)—tiny humiliations, raucous nights, the hush of mornings that follow—and from the writers who taught her how ink can turn into breath. She lifts scenes from memory and stitches them with the techniques of authors who make words leap off the page, creating fiction that feels lived-in and dangerously true.

Reading is the foundation, writing the obsession—daily rituals baked into a stubborn belief that good stories can change how we see ourselves. She treats each project like an experiment: what breaks, what heals, and what burns bright enough to stay. Late-night ideas are chased down with stubborn caffeine-fueled sessions, messy first drafts, and ruthless edits until every sentence pulls its weight. The result: books that hit like a confidant’s whisper and linger like a song you can’t stop playing.

S. C.’s work is indebted to life’s messy syllabus—relationships, regrets, small mercies, and reckless choices—and to the voices of authors who bring humanity to the page. Those influences aren’t mimicry; they’re a toolbox. From them she borrows craft, rhythm, and the nerve to speak frankly. Then she folds those lessons back into stories colored by her own scars and curiosities, aiming to leave readers feeling seen, startled, and strangely comforted.

When she’s not hunched over a keyboard, S. C. is devouring books, sketching scenes, or plotting the next thing that’ll keep you up at 2 a.m. She writes to understand, to unsettle, and to connect—because for her, the best stories are the ones that make you feel less alone.