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noah oriol
@noahoriol.bsky.social
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she/her. autistic and disabled butch. catalana. will be a writer one day. @skyscratchers on twitter. noahskywrites elsewhere.
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Today I finally updated my bio, and it was extremely rewarding to being able to say that my work has been published somewhere! I was always told the first is the hardest, and I do not know if that is true. What I do know is that @motheatenmag.bsky.social made it easy!
Screen shot of some text. It reads: Updated early 2025 bio. Noah Sky (she/her)'s is a horror and speculative fiction writer, and her work can be found in magazines like Moth Eaten Mag and her own website. Born in Catalonia, she is passionate about disability rights, LGBTQ+ issues and whatever new hyperfixation she is wrestling with at the moment.
January 17, 2025 at 11:43 AM
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My current #WIP is just an excuse for me to read more about the history of medicine, one of my favourite topics to learn about
A screenshot of the header of an article published in the Journal of Venomous Animals and Toxins including Tropical Diseases. The title is Once upon a time, inflammation. The author is Jean-Marc Cavaillon.
October 22, 2024 at 8:34 PM
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CAUTION WARNING: Gore, body horror.

Posting this here too, this is my current #WIP: Thea's Flesh tells a story about a young woman's whose flesh is magically regenerative and the Doctor who sells it for profit.

#writingcommunity
A mood board of old paintings in which you can see body parts, skulls, medical equipment, a woman with an open back, ribs shown to the world, fruits and flowers, books, an autopsy close-u in which you can see a doctor pulling off the muscles of a body and a blonde woman smelling a rose. A screenshot of a black text reading the title Thea's Flesh and the sneakpeak of "But Thea would barely sleep that night. The post-surgery phase was sore She felt a tingle as her meat and eye returned. She could feel something tense inside of her, tendons and veins regrowing, stretching inside of her. But worst of all, she could hear the sound of wet meat forming, almost like someone crawling inside of a wet tunnel. It sounded like someone jumping on mud. Like the sound of sludge. It reverberated inisde of her skull and it made her ant to rip out her eardrums. But saldy, since the Doctor might need them, she could not do that yet. You can read the text Late 2024 Early 2025
October 18, 2024 at 7:12 AM