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Gordon B. White
@gordonbwhite.bsky.social
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Horror/weird fiction writer. Shirley Jackson and Bram Stoker Award nominee. Best Horror, Clarion West, dog dad, critically acclaimed (not in that order). He/him.
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Trying to tailor my messages to my audience (read: “spouse”).
January 19, 2026 at 9:27 PM
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Being quite cultured of a night.
January 19, 2026 at 3:14 AM
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wnwagner.bsky.social
Need a bit of gooey and slightly gross flash fiction that just might be commentary about generative AI? Don't miss R. Diego Martinez's new story "Dregs," up today at Nightmare!
www.nightmare-magazine.com/fiction/dregs/
(You can also listen to the audio version there, or wherever you get podcasts!)
Dregs - Nightmare Magazine
They fell just to splatter on the concrete, some of them small as ice cubes. It was a day without clouds and the man selling fruit from his stand on the corner was nearly concussed as they began to pa...
www.nightmare-magazine.com
January 14, 2026 at 9:42 PM
gordonbwhite.bsky.social
Recently received my contributor’s copy for Tales of Sley House 2025. It has my dark fantasy (?) story about a witch, a hunter, and a bunch of sheeple.
January 10, 2026 at 12:19 AM
gordonbwhite.bsky.social
This is a great little intro to why you might really like Gene Wolfe (if you don’t already).
January 8, 2026 at 4:33 PM
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cursedmorsels.bsky.social
We published Antifa Splatterpunk one year after the January 6th insurrection. I wish this book were less relevant now, but unfortunately, the fascist horrors persist. In these stories, you'll find lots of Nazis getting their shit wrecked: www.cursedmorselspress.com/product/anti...
ANTIFA SPLATTERPUNK paperback | Cursed Morsels Press
Fascism didn’t die in 1945. Its grave was only temporary. Rising again, this undead ideology shambles into the present, gathering power and spreading destruction wherever it goes.This monster stalks t...
www.cursedmorselspress.com
January 6, 2026 at 5:19 PM
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marcruvolo.bsky.social
I wrote a story I'm proud of. That doesn't mean much. My car died yesterday, completely dead, couldn't even move it to the side in rush hour traffic. I stood for an hour in the rain waving off drivers until the tow truck came. Too much bad in my life to list. Don't catastrophize, it helps nothing.
marcruvolo.bsky.social Marc Ruvolo @marcruvolo.bsky.social · 20d
Happy New Year!
My story "The Eidolon" is in the brand spanking new issue of Baffling Magazine from @neonhemlock.bsky.social! Check it out, there's so many great queer SF and horror tales to read in there.
www.bafflingmag.com/issue-twenty... #queerhorror #queersff
The cover of Baffling Magazine, Issue 22 with Bogi Takacs, Marc Ruvolo, J.D. Harlock and many others. A POC cradles a fetus inside the glass bely of a mechanized womb.
January 3, 2026 at 6:44 PM
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The last used book haul of 2025 is Jerry-approved! Good taste - at least as far as actually eating them is concerned.
Picture of a scruffy dog (his name is Jerry) with an inflatable collar shaped like a donut, chewing on one of three books which are fanned out like a hand of oversized cards: Soldados de Salaminas by Javier Cercas, The Pilgrim Hawk: A Love Story by Glenway Wescott, and The Lime Twig by John Hawkes.
January 1, 2026 at 2:24 AM
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As a pre-New Year’s treat, I turned in edits for my next story early! Coming this March (probably) in Nightmare Magazine, this “animal control officer in a world living under unbearable cosmic horror“ story is one of the best things I’ve ever written.
Text of the title, byline, and first paragraph of a story: Will the Last One to Leave Please Turn Out the Lights? by Gordon B. White The Idiot looms like a tumorous moon in the morning sky as Morris County Animal Control Officer Bailey Butler passes Stantonsville's last operating gas station and turns off onto Franklin Road. For a merciful half-mile, a run of white ash and pignut hickory screens the Idiot from her sight until the canopy recedes, but then there it is again. Its enormous shadow haunts the feet of the western hills, but as the sun drags itself across the sky, Bailey knows the blot will crawl across the fields and then the town, heading east. She can trace its course like a slug's trail left through the once vibrant rows of tobacco and soy, now translucent and enfeebled where they've been robbed of light. No one on earth knows what to do about it, least of all her.
January 1, 2026 at 2:19 AM
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We're ready to cue up season 2 of the horror writing podcast, BENEATH THE RAIN SHADOW, with new additions to the team! Listen as Clay, M. Leigh, and Gordon B. White mix it up with PNW based prompts, with Tamara first up on the hot seat next week! More info: hwaseattle.wixsite.com/hwaseattle/p...
December 30, 2025 at 6:08 PM
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cynthiasaysboo.bsky.social
Heyyyyy, so did you know that Muñeca is now available to request on NetGalley?

www.netgalley.com/catalog/book...

Well, now you do! Please spread the word far and wide :)
Muñeca
NetGalley helps publishers and authors promote digital review copies to book advocates and industry professionals. Publishers make digital review copies and audiobooks available for the NetGalley comm...
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December 31, 2025 at 3:13 AM
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Over the break, this little guy officially joined the family!
December 29, 2025 at 11:17 PM
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In less than a week, I will be sworn in as the next mayor of New York City. It was only possible because of the more than 100,000 people who volunteered on our campaign. Here’s a story about one of them, my mother.
December 26, 2025 at 6:46 PM
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James Merril’s poem “Christmas Tree,” written while he was dying of AIDS. 1995.
JAMES MERRILL CHRISTMAS TREE From loes torn hamin Had been fed, looked after, kept still, Meant, I knew— of course I knew - That it would be only a matter of weeks, That there was nothing more to do. Warmly they took me in, made much of me, The point from the start was to keep my spirits up. I could assent to that. For honestly, It did help to be wound in jewels, to send Their colors flashing forth from vents in the deep Fragrant sables that cloaked me head to foot. Over me then they wove a spell of shining — Purple and silver chains, eavesdripping tinsel, Amulets, milagros: software of silver, A heart, a little girl, a Model T Two staring eyes. Then angels, trumpets, BUD and BEA (The children's names) in clownlike capitals, Somewhere a music box whose tiny song Played and replayed I ended before long By loving. And in shadow behind me, a primitive IV To keep the show going. Yes, yes, what lay ahead Was clear: the stripping, the cold street, my chemicals Plowed back into the Earth for lives to come — No doubt a blessing, a harvest, but one that doesn't bear, Now or ever, dwelling upon. To have grown so thin. Needles and bone. The little boy's hands meeting About my spine. The mother's voice: Holding up wonderfully! No dread. No bitterness. The end beginning. Today's Dusk room aglow For the last time With candlelight. Faces love-lit, Gifts underfoot. Still to be so poised, so Receptive. Still to recall, to praise.
December 24, 2025 at 1:43 PM
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sketchesbyboze.bsky.social
Some of you have forgotten that only three years ago you were perfectly capable of writing a text, writing an email, telling a bedtime story to a child, and it should worry you that powerful companies have convinced us we can’t do things we’ve been doing since the dawn of time.
December 23, 2025 at 8:24 PM
gordonbwhite.bsky.social
Jerry, our little foster-to-adopt ragamuffin, had to get his Jerry-berries snipped on Friday (ie, neutered). He’s on mandatory bed rest for the next few days and cone-headed for two weeks, but at least we’ve upgraded so he’s doing it in comfort if not style.
A sad dog in a standard plastic cone. He looks like a depressed lamp wearing a muppet’s pelt. The same dog, but now in an inflatable collar that looks like a giant donut with pink frosting and sprinkles. Same dog, looking insane.
December 21, 2025 at 9:45 PM
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whistberry.bsky.social
For today's #ArtAdventCalendar, here's a more stylized drawing I did this year. I liked the idea of a catfish being rooted into the mud by its barbels. Felt folkloric—the wise old catfish communing with the earth... (spell check does not think barbel is a word, but it is! 😂)
Drawing in black ink of a catfish with its head resting on the mud and facing the viewer. Its body is floating upward behind the head. Its barbels (the tentacles under its mouth) are rooting themselves down into the mud in branching shapes like tree roots. The mud and fish's scales are filled in with hundreds of tiny dots to emphasize shape and pattern. There is teal colored water around the fish and at the bottom of the image, below the patterned mud area, is stark white.
December 13, 2025 at 1:13 PM
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cynthiasaysboo.bsky.social
One of my favorite thing, of all the things from 2025. A rendering of one of my characters, in all his impish glory.
ofeliawrites.bsky.social Ofelia J. Vazquez @ofeliawrites.bsky.social · Oct 29
I wanted to draw Huitzol from one of @cynthiasaysboo.bsky.social's short stories in The Nightmare Box. ✌️ Happy spooky season
Paper mache and coconut doll flying away from a large tree, a distressed man, and two shambling changeling cops.
December 12, 2025 at 11:36 PM
gordonbwhite.bsky.social
I devoured these over the last 3.5 weeks - just awesome. I’ll be honest, the covers are horrible and put me off for the longest time, but once I started, I was hooked. It’s much richer, deeper, darker and gloriously human than I was expecting.
A picture of four books, spines out to hide the awful covers. They are the four books in Elena Ferrante’s Neapolitan Quartet series (aka My Brilliant Friend).
December 6, 2025 at 10:27 PM
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Maybe my favorite of Keith’s books because it’s just so odd and lovely and very much its own unique thing. But also really well written, paced wonderfully, and populated by weirdos and lowlifes and .. oh right, ghosts.
ejenspdx.bsky.social ejenspdx.bsky.social @ejenspdx.bsky.social · Dec 2
Just finished my second annual reading of @keithrosson.bsky.social ‘s Smoke City. Man, what a good book I liked it even more the second time. On to Road Seven again next!
December 2, 2025 at 7:57 PM
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December 2, 2025 at 1:36 AM
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November 27, 2025 at 3:17 PM
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Yes, yes. Seeing friends and found family and having them over to break bread is wonderful and all. But I just want two days off to continue reading the Neapolitan Novels without work interrupting me.
November 27, 2025 at 1:58 AM
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I call this tetraptych: “The Lesson.”
November 22, 2025 at 2:31 AM
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Rolling out the Matt Christman quote from after Charlottesville (2017) again:
And that's what these guys are, these guys that marched in Charlottesville, these are the people who are aware of the unspoken premise of this sort of zombie neoliberalism that we're living in, which is that we're coming to a point where there's gonna be ecological catastrophe, and that it's gonna require either massive redistribution of the ill-gotten gains of the first world, or genocide. And these are the first people who have basically said, "Well if that's the choice, then I choose genocide", ", and they're getting everyone else ready, intellectually and emotionally, for why that's gonna be okay when it happens, why they're not really people. When we're putting all this money into more fucking walls and drones and bombs and guns to keep them away, so that we can watch them die with clear consciences, it's because we've been loaded with the ideology that these guys are now starting to express publicly.
November 21, 2025 at 11:08 AM