Heather
@heatherdnorton.bsky.social
(she/her) | writer of speculative fiction short stories | words in Luna Station Quarterly | member of: https://manchesterspeculativefiction.com/ | 🖤
"My name is Rainbow. It’s not my fault."
The opening line of 'Magical Thinking' by J. Amanda Ferry drew me straight in!
@lunastation.bsky.social Issue 64
#ShortStories #WomenWriters #SpeculativeFiction #Fantasy #SciFi #Books #Reading #Writing #Magazines
The opening line of 'Magical Thinking' by J. Amanda Ferry drew me straight in!
@lunastation.bsky.social Issue 64
#ShortStories #WomenWriters #SpeculativeFiction #Fantasy #SciFi #Books #Reading #Writing #Magazines
December 18, 2025 at 3:45 PM
"My name is Rainbow. It’s not my fault."
The opening line of 'Magical Thinking' by J. Amanda Ferry drew me straight in!
@lunastation.bsky.social Issue 64
#ShortStories #WomenWriters #SpeculativeFiction #Fantasy #SciFi #Books #Reading #Writing #Magazines
The opening line of 'Magical Thinking' by J. Amanda Ferry drew me straight in!
@lunastation.bsky.social Issue 64
#ShortStories #WomenWriters #SpeculativeFiction #Fantasy #SciFi #Books #Reading #Writing #Magazines
"Nobody starts out by taking your skin, right? If they did, you’d know what you were dealing with."
Line I loved from 'Sunk Cost Fallacy' by @mjj-writes.bsky.social
@lunastation.bsky.social Issue 64
#ShortStories #WomenWriters #SpeculativeFiction #Fantasy #SciFi #Books #Reading #Writing #Magazines
Line I loved from 'Sunk Cost Fallacy' by @mjj-writes.bsky.social
@lunastation.bsky.social Issue 64
#ShortStories #WomenWriters #SpeculativeFiction #Fantasy #SciFi #Books #Reading #Writing #Magazines
December 18, 2025 at 3:32 PM
"Nobody starts out by taking your skin, right? If they did, you’d know what you were dealing with."
Line I loved from 'Sunk Cost Fallacy' by @mjj-writes.bsky.social
@lunastation.bsky.social Issue 64
#ShortStories #WomenWriters #SpeculativeFiction #Fantasy #SciFi #Books #Reading #Writing #Magazines
Line I loved from 'Sunk Cost Fallacy' by @mjj-writes.bsky.social
@lunastation.bsky.social Issue 64
#ShortStories #WomenWriters #SpeculativeFiction #Fantasy #SciFi #Books #Reading #Writing #Magazines
Finally getting a chance to read Issue 64 of @lunastation.bsky.social
‘Bussola’ by Teresa Koeppel is a beautifully moving tale of walking and walking and carefully choosing one's truly last words.
#ShortStories #WomenWriters #SpeculativeFiction #Fantasy #SciFi #Books #Reading #Writing #Magazines
‘Bussola’ by Teresa Koeppel is a beautifully moving tale of walking and walking and carefully choosing one's truly last words.
#ShortStories #WomenWriters #SpeculativeFiction #Fantasy #SciFi #Books #Reading #Writing #Magazines
December 18, 2025 at 3:17 PM
Finally getting a chance to read Issue 64 of @lunastation.bsky.social
‘Bussola’ by Teresa Koeppel is a beautifully moving tale of walking and walking and carefully choosing one's truly last words.
#ShortStories #WomenWriters #SpeculativeFiction #Fantasy #SciFi #Books #Reading #Writing #Magazines
‘Bussola’ by Teresa Koeppel is a beautifully moving tale of walking and walking and carefully choosing one's truly last words.
#ShortStories #WomenWriters #SpeculativeFiction #Fantasy #SciFi #Books #Reading #Writing #Magazines
Brimham Rocks 2025
Stone trapped, swirling, grinding away layered years of millstone grit by the thousands. An age of glacial turbulence now quieted. Warm sun tussles with the early autumn breeze, disturbing last night’s pool of clear rain that wets the rock, holding the creep of lichen at bay.
Stone trapped, swirling, grinding away layered years of millstone grit by the thousands. An age of glacial turbulence now quieted. Warm sun tussles with the early autumn breeze, disturbing last night’s pool of clear rain that wets the rock, holding the creep of lichen at bay.
September 8, 2025 at 9:59 AM
Brimham Rocks 2025
Stone trapped, swirling, grinding away layered years of millstone grit by the thousands. An age of glacial turbulence now quieted. Warm sun tussles with the early autumn breeze, disturbing last night’s pool of clear rain that wets the rock, holding the creep of lichen at bay.
Stone trapped, swirling, grinding away layered years of millstone grit by the thousands. An age of glacial turbulence now quieted. Warm sun tussles with the early autumn breeze, disturbing last night’s pool of clear rain that wets the rock, holding the creep of lichen at bay.