@imteddybless
@buntyhoven
@Ryanintheus
To be fair, Cadburys should make it much more clear that the Creme Egg is not a real egg at all, but merely a cunningly-designed confection that looks exactly like a real hen's egg in every respect.
IMO, “erasure poetry” is not poetry in any way. And to destroy someone else’s writing—or, God forbid, poem—and then call the leftover words a new “poem” is pure philistinism.
Fight me.
There's a telegraph pole on the corner that works as a time machine. On hot days the heady
#smell
of creosote transports me back to the easy days of that one sunny summer, that outdoor pool - endless crinkle-fingered hours spent laughing, splashing, bombing, and diving.
#vss365
@Kelly_McKernan
Next year it'll be the words too. Then it'll be entire lifestyle mags, news sites, then books, then TV, then movies.
Unless we as consumers of media say no.
I'd love to edit an anthology of quiet horror. Short stories drenched in edgy atmosphere, subtle weirdness, and creeping dread. Slow-burning, unsettling mood over splatter and gore.
Just sending this out into the universe. Any presses/writers interested in making this happen?
@wildhuntmag
@MAChristophorou
Here's a bit of "industry info" for you. If you don't want people to enquire about their stories, maybe don't instruct them to enquire about their stories on your website? Just a thought.
@wildhuntmag
Or you could try communicating with the people who were kind enough to share their creativity with you. Tell them you're a bit behind but reassure them you're reading. That would stop the "fecking annoying" contact from the writers who are keeping you afloat, I imagine.
Loads of you seemed to like this idea of a quiet horror anthology! 🔇😱
Well, GOOD NEWS! A small press, here in the UK, has reached out and we're talking about making the project happen, hopefully later this year. So watch this space 👀 (And/or sub to my newsletter, link in bio)
I'd love to edit an anthology of quiet horror. Short stories drenched in edgy atmosphere, subtle weirdness, and creeping dread. Slow-burning, unsettling mood over splatter and gore.
Just sending this out into the universe. Any presses/writers interested in making this happen?
I've been sitting on this exciting news for a couple of weeks now!
👻💀😨🍄
@thealienbuddha
is putting out a collection of my short stories.
If you like dark, weird, uncanny tales, I think you'll like it.
Huge thanks to
@OakAyling
and
@voidskrawl
for the fabulous blurb quotes.
"How did we meet? It was so romantic. Bill
#winked
at me in that little beach bar and I fell in love right away."
Thirty years of marriage later, Bill wondered how things had got so out of hand.
Where would he be now, if that mosquito had flown into some other guy's eye?
#vss365
Here we are then. One longlist! Congratulations everyone whose entry is on the list. Commiserations to everyone else. We had to make some TOUGH decisions.
OMG, OMG, OMG
🚨Acceptance from
@press_roi
🚨
It's a brutal story that came from a very dark place - but their excellent editorial team saw something in it.
The piece couldn't have found a better home.
Watch this space...
Whiskertense and bristlefur
#electric
as we sense our prey is close. The moon has cast a bone-white path to lead us, yet we cling to inky shadow, moving liquid, without sound through alleyways.
Overwall and throughfence how we slink. The night is ours.
#vss365
I woke up to an acceptance from
@OlneyMagazine
. 🥳🥳🥳
I'm thrilled to be part of Issue 5 and excited for you all to read my dreamy story about finding solace in a hostile world.
Oh, and there's still a few days left to submit.
We could be issue buds?
That's my name. On the cover of an utterly gorgeous, fancy lit mag.
If anyone needs me, I'll be over here, swooning like a heavily-corsetted Victorian lady.
My little story hasn't made it through to the shortlist. But I'm really chuffed to have been among the final 50.
Congratulations to everyone who is on the shortlist. I can't wait to read the winners.
#WelkOut
Congratulations to the twenty writers on the shortlist for the
#WelkinPrize
2023:
The winning stories will be announced between the 13th and 28th April 🤩🤩🤩
It began in his
#foot
. Loss of sensation, roughness of skin. Soon the flesh was solid, outer layers rough, craggy bark dotted with knots. His toes dried, splintering, cracking wide, slow sap seeping from within. Beneath his soles, roots pressed down, deep into the earth.
#vss365
In this house we communicate like spies - through the morse code of slammed doors and extended moody silences, the semaphore of smashed plates, the invisible ink of a hidden bruise.
#30Words30Days
Look at these beauties that just landed on my mat.😍
Absoluty gorgeous paperbacks from
@BagBonesPress
, edited by
@sjtownend
.
I can't wait to dig in and read all the stories.
Happy new year writer-friends! 🥳
I sent out more than 200 submissions in 2023 and landed 40+ publications. I spent the year subbing sluttily and I had a blast. Here's what I learned (and why you should try it too):
#Day
crept inside, pale and cruel, revealing another shabby room, haunted by past inhabitants. Smells trapped in curtains, finger-smears on the TV screen, ghosts of their sleeping forms indented on the matress.
Every room the same. Never the same room twice.
#vss365
He dreamed. Packed tube carriage. At the far end, a lion stood on hind legs amid the crowd.
Wild mane, dagger teeth, furious eyes locked on his own.
A frenzy of razor claws shredded passengers to bloody ribbons, approaching fast.
#vss365
#nightmare
#whqcommunity
#microflashmonday
I realised the
#lullaby
mobile we bought for little Damien was malfunctioning when I came into his room at 2am to hear it whispering in serpent tones.
"The beast was given a mouth to utter proud words and blasphemies and to exercise its authority for forty-two months..."
#vss365
Celebrating an acceptance from
@bone_exposed
You can look forward to a creepy tale of cursed media in their next issue.
The editor said (and I quote): "This shit slapped."
🥳🦴🥳🦴🥳🦴
"And they expect us to just
#sit
here quietly as they rip our human rights to shreds?"
He trailed off as the SmartCouch3000 automatically ordered a takeaway pizza and launched the entertainment portal onscreen.
"Oh, there's a new series of that thing..."
He sat quietly.
#vss365
Celebrating another lap round the sun!
I'm really happy and grateful to be part of the
#indieauthors
/
#WritingCommunity
on here.
Thanks to all the editors, readers and friends for a truly wonderful 12 months.
PS, buy my chapbook:
Love you all 🤗
At the morning meeting, colleagues stared as shoots and tiny leaves burst through her skin.
By afternoon two huge
#fronds
erupted from her back, unfurling winglike.
That night she burst into a thousand floating seeds & allowed herself to drift away on the moonlit breeze.
#vss365
Bathtime giggles. Their private bubble of imagination.
Wrapping faces in
#foam
to make each other laugh. Building great white wizard beards, towering Georgian bubble wigs. Theatrical voices to match, til they dissolve into laughter and explosions of floating suds.
#vss365
Little Mikey is running a fever, sweating and shivering. His sinuses are a solid lump of mucus, eyes watering, voice thick and muffled.
But as I wrap him in a blanket and tell him he might miss the football game, he's still in denial.
"Dope be
#dilly
, I haben god a cowd!"
#vss365
Stella is a
#star
with a stellar career,
She sings on top pop songs that get piped to your ear.
Now the internet's an implant, no-one has a choice,
They're serving thirty ads a day and they all have her voice.
She's in your head.
La la, la-la-la, la.
She's in your head!
#vss365
The maths doesn't work but the bumblebee
#flies
.
The colours of the seas are just reflections of the skies.
Napoleon was known for his teeny tiny size.
These facts aren't facts, but they're not exactly lies.
#vss365
Oh wow. I'm so happy to finally be able to share this one with you.
I set out to write a spooky story about a radio and it became something much more personal.
I hope you guys enjoy it.
New story! 📻 "Seas of Static Between Stations" by
@MatGost
This heart-wrenching short feels like it was written specifically for me and Shortwave. It's beautiful, and it's full of old analog tech. Of course I had to publish it. 🖤
Read it here:
I've got a poem about immortal lobsters and existential anxiety coming out in
@frazzledlitmag
soon.
It's kinda funny. Kinda sad.
I'm excited for you all to read it.
[Thread 🧵]
I just realised it's about a year since I received my print copy of "Lost Futures 3: Meanwhile". The team at
@lostfutureszine
were the first people to print one of my stories and make me think that maybe I could do this
#writing
thing.
1/
Reflections are the
#thief
of the soul. That's what they said.
My features were close, alien in that moment, captured in the surface of the water.
I held him under, the boy who looked like me, until the thrashing stopped, still. Until my broken visage swam back into view.
#vss365
They travelled
#west
, beyond the horizon, past the beyond, returning with strange tidings. The sun, they said, was a gigantic oat biscuit, dunked each night in the distant Oolong Ocean. Over time, the star became soggy. Soon, they feared it may collapse into the depths.
#vss365
He lay
#idle
on the leafy earth, vacant, empty of intent and purpose. Slowly, inevitably tendrils claimed him. Roots. Mycelium.
He became mulch. Networked among the web of connections beneath the forest. Alive below. Abuzz with knowledge from the trees.
#vss365
Day 530. Lockdown continues. No sign of an end to this pandemic.
Not seen a soul in over a year. Contact with the outside world limited to social site. Convinced most users are AI, masking the extent of our losses.
#Whoever
receives this message, please give me a sign.
#vss365
Sweet, sticky, fizzy. Sharp sugar shards left ecstatic lacerations across the roof of my mouth.
I sold my
#soul
too young and too cheap. A quarter of sherbet lemons furtively devoured.
#vss365
The snores of the Slumbering
#Lummox
of Hubberholme can be heard on the wind at the far end of the dale.
The giant descends each winter, when frost makes iron of the hills, to demand his food.
Villagers cook a Yorkshire pudding the size of a cottage, or lose their sheep.
#vss365
I
#hope
we don't have to visit Schrödinger's house again this Christmas. Remember the 'mystery boxes' he gave us last year? It was horrible. Jenny's hair fell out. There was cat sick, broken glass and toxic liquids everywhere. And we all glowed in the dark for a month.
#vss365
You join us in the
#Philtrum
of Geoff Wode, location of the annual Amoeba Luge Cup.
Will three-time champion Slippery Jackson successfully defend his title? Or will the tasty newcomer Single-Cell Mel snatch his crown?
Tune in after the break to find out.
#vss365
They ran out of
#script
hours ago, but the two leads refused to break character, sparring in a frenzied improv.
The audience filed out of the theatre, bored of the masturbatory thespianism.
And when the last spectator left the building, the actors simply ceased to exist.
#vss365
Things we
#saw
on our walk in the woods:
A cluster of bulbous mottled medusa mushrooms.
Russet glimpses of muntjac deer between the trees.
A dark creature of slithering chaos, whose gaze flooded our souls with madness.
Clouds of fluttering orange gatekeeper butterflies.
#vss365
Three parts shadow of cat, a slug of antimatter, and just a twist of Nietzsche's abyss.
The concoction swirled like
#molten
night in her highball glass. Bittersweet, with notes of love lost, dreams gone sour, and tangy pangs of regret.
#vss365
People do not belong, one to another and yet
There is a part of the story of you that we wrote together.
It is not
#mine
, but it is ours and that is something far more precious.
#vss365
She lives
#east
, where blazing light is born, where we learn to see. When creative wells run dry, I make pilgrimage. Forge myself anew within her furnace, walk her shadowed arches, lose myself in echo-stepping rabbit-holes & alleyways. Seek to invoke her vision, her art.
#vss365
I'm pant-wettingly delighted to find myself on this list, with a darkly magical story that began its life in the cosmic forge of
@writers_hq
's Flash Face Off.
I can't wait to read everyone else's
#myths
,
#legends
and
#fairytales
!
He was a
#charmer
. He bought a few drinks. She knew it was
#wrong
but brought him back to the hotel room anyway.
There, she wriggled free, shed her human skin, noisily dislocated the mandibles in her jaw and promptly swallowed him whole.
#vss365
#microflashmonday
#whqcommunity
Crows wheeled in dark constellations over the
#moor
, portents of foul tidings.
The bleakness of the landscape crushed his soul, yet Tom still drove to this remote spot each month, as the feral onset of the change began to bite.
This was a wild place, a place for beasts.
#vss365
It has come to my attention that some people have problems distinguishing good art from bad art. If that's you, then please don't worry any more. I'm here to help. I have produced a pocket guide, which you can cut out and keep. I love you.
We get used to the
#dark
. Senses compensate and we forget the gloom surrounds us.
At first he had been sickened by the corruption, the exploitation, the greed.
But, day by day, he adjusted, became comfortable. He got used to the dark. And now he barely notices at all.
#vss365
Letters fall like raindrops, wet with feelings, puddle into words, splashing meanings, stream into sentences & now we're caught in flow, the river leading, reading as we're writing, exciting,
#torrents
lashing, white crashing foam leaping, image & idea, sweeping us away.
#vss365
I sit, blissfully still in the afternoon warmth of the garden. A tiny bird
#flutters
close, landing on the arm of my chair.
With a hop, the creature jumps onto my hand. I raise it to my face and for one precious moment I am a Disney princess.
Then it pecks me in the eye.
#vss365
I just had the most incredible acceptance email. I'm absolutely bowled over that a writer/editor who I rate so highly could say such nice things about my work.
Thank you
@voidskrawl
for a much-needed boost!
Blobbytummy yellowtooth. Wrinkleface. You sillyjoke, you pukesome fake, preposterous imposter. All lame & fugly, pale &
#fail
, & stupid unattractive. You stumblebumbling retched skank. You stinking weak&wobbler.
Finally, he looked away from the mirror & left for work.
#vss365
The
#hobgoblin
leaves a shit-shoe trail from the door to the armchair where he's made a nest.
He coughs, chest like a tin full of gravel, loudly demanding another cup of putrid fish head stew.
My wife hisses: "When will he leave?"
It's hard when my family come to stay.
#vss365
On a good day, the intense pressure of the 280-character
#limit
would compress the smudgy coal of his ideas into dazzling diamonds.
Other times, the coal stayed coal, only smaller.
#vss365
Spotlights on stage illuminate a pair of severed heads.
The two of them discuss the lives that led to their beheading.
I sit alone in the auditorium, watching. Dust motes drift in
#light
beams.
I dream a Samuel Beckett play and all the words elude me when I wake.
#vss365
Three types of rum, plus lime, grapefruit, and a spicy ginger syrup.
Sounds delicious. Why's it called a
#zombie
?
Well, tomorrow you will move slowly and speak only in groans. You'll feel like death warmed up. Oh, and it eats your brains.
#vss365
Fill my soul with ping-pong balls and raise my hulking wreck from depths
#abysmal
, with the lilting, joyous buoyancy your gleeful giggles bring.
#vss365
"Some words appear magical," the wizard continued. "But their meanings are utterly banal.
"Jentacular is a prime example. Another is
#escrow
."
"Escrow?"
"Yes, it clearly shoud pertain to the avoidance of ravens, but its actual definition is far too tedious to recall."
#vss365
A genuine Victorian gypsy glass. Not the pristine clear globe sold in crystal shops. This was green glass - an end-of-day remnant from a bottle maker - shaped into an irregular ball.
#Misty
, filled with flaws and bubbles, meanings and portents, it buzzed with energy.
#vss365