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Berlin Editor Gal (she/her)
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Video game editor living the dream in fabulous Berlin. Third-culture kid against fascism and intolerance. Believer in human rights.
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Love how the ad itself has a typo 😬 and yet
July 28, 2025 at 6:42 AM
berlineditorgal.bsky.social
Hooray, Cyrus! I’m glad you’ll be using your influence to further the cause of weirdness!
July 15, 2025 at 3:04 PM
berlineditorgal.bsky.social
Huge congratulations! I look forward to checking it out!
June 20, 2025 at 4:06 PM
berlineditorgal.bsky.social
Thank YOU! This has been a delightful exercise, and I’ve loved returning to the thread and reading all the submissions. 💖
June 20, 2025 at 8:19 AM
berlineditorgal.bsky.social
I am E. Mader… 🙂 It’s so “BerlinEditorGal” wasn’t the name you used.

FYI: The mouse text I submitted earlier by M. McIntosh is by someone else who isn’t on Bluesky.
June 20, 2025 at 8:17 AM
berlineditorgal.bsky.social
In case my first didn’t work, here another, by E. Mader:
“No necromancers here,” Papa smiled affably up at the cavalrymen. “We’re simply foraging. With your leave, of course.” “And what’s that she’s got there?” I cowered behind Papa’s cloak, clutching my basket to my chest. Inside, a superb deathcap lurked beneath a tumble of field mushrooms. Child I might be, but I did not think the locals would like that. “Just the makings of a fine mushroom stew.” The guards harrumphed and rode onward. Only when they’d vanished in the thicket did I dare breathe again. “Come, child,” said Papa. “There’s no raising the dead without a fresh body.”
June 19, 2025 at 10:05 PM
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By E. Mader:
There is no sterile office cubicle. There is no soul-sucking corporate job. No meeting notifications, no automated task reminders, no paper-bag lunch to extract from the crammed communal fridge during your half-hour break at noon. There’s only the gentle sound of cascading water. Only the lazy drift of floating citrus. Only the quiver of the whiskers and the contented shake of the rump. Be the capybara. Be.
June 17, 2025 at 9:40 PM
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By M. McIntosh:
The Three Mice One day, two mice were lazing around when they heard a loud and piercing squeal coming from the distance: a feline, graceful yet menacing, was sadly killing a third mouse. A while later, one of the two remaining mice met up with the cat, with a special offer: the mouse offered to reveal where the other mouse was hiding, but the cat had no patience—and attacked and killed the betrayer at once.
June 17, 2025 at 9:21 PM