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Nadia Amatullah King
@nadiaaking.bsky.social
170 followers 330 following 340 posts
Writes Spec-Fic, Dark SF, & Horror
Multiethnic of the African Diaspora
is probably an alien 👾
https://linktr.ee/nadiaaking
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Okay so this is the most I've ever harvested! So happy!! Not sure if I'm gonna make a jam or just splurge on them like candy 😋🌱
A basket full of persimmon fruit in the sunset Basket of persimmon fruit filled to the brim
October 31, 2025 at 10:43 PM
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I've become such a digital minimalist that I decided to code my own website! In HTML!! Very surprised since my tech skills are almost non-existent, but it's easier than expected. Right now it looks exactly as my Ghost/Carrd did, so I'm definitely calling this one a win! 😁
Home page is a minimalist dark-blue, gray-toned background with a circular pfp in the center. Beneath it is my name (Nadia Amatullah King) and a tagline that says "author of speculative fiction and dark sci-fi." The navigation consists of only three, minimal icons with no words. The first is a crescent moon and star highlighted for the home page. The second is an open book, and the third is an artsy geometric symbol. Screenshot of the second page, showing my one fiction publication, The Black Refinery. Contains one paragraph of text and a stock image of a beach in black-and-white.
October 22, 2025 at 4:04 PM
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Morning reading 💕
Tortie cat with a deadpan face, sitting comfortably on my Inkheart book on my bed
September 30, 2025 at 12:00 PM
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Sometimes, you just have to curl up with your childhood fave and a cup of chamomile tea before bed 😌
Photo of the book Inkheart by Cornelia Funke, sitting on my lap while in bed
September 15, 2025 at 12:58 AM
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Persimmom season is approaching! Hopefully I can get to them before the birds and the goats this time 😋🌱
Photo of persimmon fruit hanging in a tree, most of them red as they start to ripen
August 27, 2025 at 11:41 PM
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Also found a great way to reuse the book box from @shortwavebooks.bsky.social! Its been collecting dust for a year until I realized that it's a great fit for my travel art supplies!
A closed Obscolescence book box from Shortwave Publishing Box is open, showing my watercolor set- scattered tubes of paints, some brushes, messy tissue, etc.
May 28, 2025 at 8:01 PM
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Feels like I'm finally getting somewhere with watercolor practice! The milk thistle has been growing wildly this season. Lots of great backyard inspo! 😁
Simple watercolor sketch of a purpley pink thistle Watercolor sketch of a luna moth
May 28, 2025 at 7:55 PM
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Feels good to be sketching again. I think writing has helped my art confidence grow. It helps to turn my brain off and just go with gut instinct, and that always seems to be where the good stuff is
Sketch of a cluster of trees. Main tree has short dead branches, and some long and leafy ones. Bush-like tree to the left corner (cedar perhaps?) Sketch of a fluffy cottony looking thistle
May 11, 2025 at 2:56 AM
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Early morning walk 🌱
April 27, 2025 at 7:10 PM
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It's warm and spring again! 😊 🌱
Yellow flower bush in the sunlight Forest of winter trees and bright green grass in the afternoon sun
March 22, 2025 at 10:12 PM
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A novelette double-feauture isn't the format I thought I needed, and I truly cannot wait to read more of the Split Scream series! Thank you @tenebrouspress.bsky.social for the digital ARC, and a special thanks to the editor(s) for a great story pairing!

(3/3)
A photo of the Split Scream vol. 7 cover on my tablet, sitting on my bed with a finished cup of tea and a hardback as a coaster.
February 19, 2025 at 4:50 PM
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They talk about the grief of loss, but never of age.
When you lose the one you love as their mind begins to fade...

#poetry
Poem that reads: 01.23.25 | NK They talk about the grief of loss, but never of age. When you lose the one you love as their mind begins to fade. I've said it once, twice, and three times before. But you'll forget it again when you step out that door. The more you step forward, the more you turn back-- to the child you once were, now in the body of Man. The clock was too slow; the clock is too fast. Too late for a pause; too late to make it last. Slow down. Take a break. Take a breath. Take it slow. Revert the clock before it's your last. Photo of a late sunset with the sky mostly dark. Tree silhouettes poking from the dark ground across the orange-blue gradient of the sky. Nothing to do with the poem directly, other than bittersweet goodbye.
January 23, 2025 at 3:31 PM
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Definitely pics of suffering. It's all in the memes (probably)
January 12, 2025 at 4:38 AM
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Night scene of a driveway and small field covered in snow, with dark tree silhouettes framing the scene. Across the field is a streetlight making the snow glow and the trees backlit. Ominous yet calming.
January 11, 2025 at 1:30 PM
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First snow in 3 years 🥺
Snowy trail through the forest with birch trees still holding their orange leaves. Snow is partially melted already, revealing autumn leaves, meaning it won't last very long. Path is a little wider than previous photo, showing more snow. A dog is walking further up the trail. Orange leaves hang over, framing the photo.
January 6, 2025 at 5:35 PM
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Finished reading Bird Box and I'm pleasantly surprised at the adaptation. Malorie's character made the book for me, so the casting of Sandra Bullock was PERFECT. A quiet, yet eerie story, and the first psych horror I've felt deeply immersed in. Loved it!
Photo of Bird Box (novel) by Josh Malerman
January 5, 2025 at 6:41 PM
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without downloading new pics, what's your energy going into 2025?
January 1, 2025 at 12:07 AM
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Watercolor sketch of an abstract landscape.

Really enjoy the moody color palette.

Love how the water paint interacts with this cotton paper.
Loose abstract landscape done in watercolor. I often feel imposter syndrome being on this platform with so much "good art" everywhere, as if there is little room for mediocrity... But it's cathartic to create for its own sake. And this one in particular... well... I really enjoy moody color palettes. The sky is blue-toned gray. There's a distant mountain range in dark brown-toned gray. And something like a grass field and lake combined in blues and greens - also toned with gray. Handmade leather cotton-paper journal. Purchased from a street vendor at an art/earth festival in Baltimore. Yes it was expensive. Yes it was worth it. Low cost but surprisingly decent quality synthetic paintbrush from Amazon. Brand is called Transon.
November 26, 2024 at 2:25 PM
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Sketchbook doodle
Left: Abstract pattern of lines pointed in various directions. Right: Broken horizontal lines of thick and thin pattern
November 17, 2024 at 12:56 AM
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I'm enjoying this too much! Feels like garden bingo. 🌱

I've noticed quite a few of these beetles (and too many of the lying ladybugs 🙄). Only have these two pics though
November 9, 2024 at 2:17 PM
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A poem I wrote playing around with a brush pen. (See alt text)
Untitled Poem: I'll keep you alive in my memory. And they'll call me crazy when I see your eyes and play make believe, that the world is still spinning and I'm still here breathing as if I'm not with you in the afterlife. (Photo of my scribbly handwriting in a sketchbook using a brush pen.)
November 8, 2024 at 11:10 PM
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Grossly horrific, and I love every word of it.
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Choking you wake, unseen smoke clogging your nostrils and drying your eyes. It is thick and dark and tasteless yet it clings. Ever tightly does it cling. Dripping and running in rivulets down cheeks and chin. It is around you, on you, inside you and all the glory of dawn dies in its hold.
November 3, 2024 at 1:37 AM
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Another poem based on a photo prompt. Probably the creepiest I've written
#horror
10.28.24 | NK Tick tock tick tock tick-tick-tick. There is something waiting for you– Come see! Come see! Lost inside a fun house– It's you! It's you! Don't be scared! Nothing's here! Except the monster in your mind– Have fun! Have fun! Rows of Japanese(?) style cat dolls with red collars and red ears sitting on a counter. Photo taken from an angle that makes them look even more eerie than it sounds. An army of cat dolls.
October 29, 2024 at 3:38 PM
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Persimmon season!

And if you're wondering why this tree looks sad and leaf-less... goats are sweet little monsters 🌱 🐐
Two persimmon fruit in my hand. One is full and round. The other is half-eaten, showing seeds and the inner fruit. Skinny sad looking tree with no leaves, but has at least a dozen orange, almost-ripe persimmon fruit hanging in clusters.
October 27, 2024 at 10:20 PM
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I couldn't believe my eyes the first time I saw a Luna Moth. It was so hard to believe! Like something out of a fantasy story. Then I saw it a second time lol

Beautiful creatures...
Luna moth on tree, wings partially closed Wings open
October 24, 2024 at 2:38 AM