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dennycore.bsky.social
@dennycore.bsky.social
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Dennis Conrad. English/special ed teacher, aspiring weird fiction author

perennially working on a genre-confused psychic spy thriller and distracting myself from it by writing horror shorts

Author website: https://dennisconraddotcom.wordpress.com/
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"Trump won a narrow victory, I guess it's time to shut down all our DEI efforts forever," every institution in America, apparently, showing their entire asses
November 5, 2025 at 4:36 AM
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Glad this is how I found out
November 4, 2025 at 12:56 PM
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tbh I just got 1 beautiful demon plotting a coup and 1 terrifying idiot plotting a coup
tiny adorable evil cat plots in the morning light FAT GOBLIN
November 4, 2025 at 2:12 AM
dennycore.bsky.social
At least this one’s clever and well written microfiction (nonfiction prose I guess). Usually it’s more like “write a story where a child is saved from a burning orphanage by someone he thinks is batman…but it’s ACTUALLY THE JOKER”
October 19, 2025 at 1:02 AM
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jmteo.bsky.social
Humiliating but also super cringe
October 19, 2025 at 12:36 AM
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Steve Cousineau:
Steve Cousineau cartoon The Developmental Divergence of Frogs Inflatable frog: RESIST Actual frog: FLIES? Pepe the frog: RACIST
October 18, 2025 at 6:04 PM
dennycore.bsky.social
I appreciate this feedback so, so much - thank you for reading!!!
October 16, 2025 at 3:00 PM
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got really excited when I saw "might" show up twice since it's probably one of my favorite passages in this whole very long WIP <3
October 16, 2025 at 2:53 PM
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#WIPSnips #WriteSky #weirdfiction

the classic psychic brain-fry in action
And she dove in—his memories unwound in a confused tangle, he felt it all unravel, a childhood slipping like smoke through his fingers, impressions of names places all there at once, a bark of laughter, tears, streaking snapshots of Tokyo on fire and blasts of sand and blood and screams on Juno Beach and the black of night in a winter Alaska sky the inhuman sounds ringing out from the grim monolith behind and the redwhiteblue of the flag draping Goodhawk’s coffin, the cold of the pounding rain, a thousand boardrooms and a thousand barracks and a twirling mayhem of the masses looking up at him and shouting and screaming in what might have been excitement and might have been horror—he could no longer distinguish between such specificities—impression of a void-black shape looming, searing agony spiderwebbing through his head, the flashes and burns of synapses being snapped, connections being severed, dancing lights of nothingness as it all came spiraling apart. He couldn’t even feel himself screaming.
October 16, 2025 at 2:34 PM