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myrcenedean.bsky.social
M.S. Dean
@myrcenedean.bsky.social
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SFF writer. Stories in Anathema, khōréō, Beneath Ceaseless Skies, and Fusion Fragment. 🇵🇸 msdean.carrd.co
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i made a silly little uquiz where you get to be a traveler on a road trip encountering roadside horrors uquiz.com/D4ZGrP
No one lives here anymore. The town is empty, but it doesn't look abandoned. There are still cars in the driveway. The diner is open, even though no one's in it. There's a hot meal waiting for you, the coffee steaming and strong. There's a hotel room key for the Best Western. Everything you need is here. You might as well stay for a bit longer. Let the weariness of the road seep out of your bones. What's the harm?
January 12, 2024 at 4:44 PM
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Please consider these sheep (awards eligibility post). 🐑🐑🐑🐑 Links to stories here: msdean.carrd.co
Picture of four sheep and two men, with four titles of SFF stories.
December 6, 2023 at 10:47 PM
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I feel so lucky to be included in this amazing volume. 😭😭 Thank you to @neonhemlock.bsky.social @cypayseur.bsky.social and Naomi Kanakia. “Drowning Songs” was my first ever published short story so it’s surreal to have it be featured alongside all these amazing stories/authors!
Physical copy of We’re Here: The Best Queer Speculative Fiction 2022 edited by Naomi Kanakia and series editor Charles Payseur
October 31, 2023 at 11:04 PM
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Without downloading any new pics where are you at mentally?
Frog cartoon. Frog opens mouth and says AH
October 9, 2023 at 8:11 PM
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This one got me!!! It got me good.
Mojave Ghost by Forrest Gander But here, you said, at the time of our intrusion,/ you said this zone here is not one of the earth’s sentences/ but an overdub of stutters here where we’re walking/ on this slumbering crack, a complex, you said,/ of tensions right here, and you bent and touched/ your finger to the warm, ant-fenestrated dirt/ while I surveyed the hairpin turn in the arroyo beside us/ and then you stood and brought it, your finger,/ to my lips, you said here, and you watched me/ as the taste, part you part earth, brought a change to my face.
September 26, 2023 at 7:43 PM
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This is happening tonight! I’m really excited to hang out and maybe share a little something from a new story. 👀
September 20, 2023 at 9:54 PM
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ohhh how does ada limón do it
THE ENDLESSNESS -Ada Limón At first I was lonely, but then I was curious. The original fault was that I could not see the lines of things. My mother could. She could see shapes and lines and shadows, but all I could see was memory, what had been done to the object before it was places on the coffee table or the nightstand. I could sense that it had a life underneath it. Because of this, I thought I was perhaps bad at seeing. Even color was not color, but a mood. The lamp was sullen, a candlestick brooding and rude with its old wax crumbling at its edges, not a flame, not a promise of flame. How was I supposed to feel then? About moving in the world? How could I touch anything or anyone without the weight of all of time shifting through us? I was not, or I did not think I was, making up stories; it was how the world was, or rather it is how the world is. I’ve only now become better at pretending that there are edges, boundaries, that if I touch something it cannot always touch me back.
September 4, 2023 at 10:53 PM
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victoria chang’s poetry from “the trees know everything” absolutely bodying me today
August 20, 2023 at 8:27 PM