Horror Writer. Beta reader. Metal Musician.
Not on TikTok.
Thanks as always to @jason-h-abbott.bsky.social and the SFS crew.💖
Thanks as always to @jason-h-abbott.bsky.social and the SFS crew.💖
Can't wait to read all the other incredible authors in this month's issue.
Thank you @jason-h-abbott.bsky.social and team.💖
Can't wait to read all the other incredible authors in this month's issue.
Thank you @jason-h-abbott.bsky.social and team.💖
...and people are complaining that Download this year wasn't "metal enough".🤣🤣🤣
...and people are complaining that Download this year wasn't "metal enough".🤣🤣🤣
A fabulous cause, incredible writers, and unforgettable stories - what are you waiting for? 👀📚📖
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A fabulous cause, incredible writers, and unforgettable stories - what are you waiting for? 👀📚📖
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This one is recognised by the OED...😁
This one is recognised by the OED...😁
It's benefitting Women's March, an incredible cause well worth supporting, and the other authors and stories in here are *awesome*.👀
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It's benefitting Women's March, an incredible cause well worth supporting, and the other authors and stories in here are *awesome*.👀
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Image used with permission - it looks incredible and captures Reyna's attitude perfectly. 🔥🔥🔥
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Image used with permission - it looks incredible and captures Reyna's attitude perfectly. 🔥🔥🔥
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Massive thanks to Jason and all at Blue Boar for including my piece; and such wonderful other authors in here as well!
Massive thanks to Jason and all at Blue Boar for including my piece; and such wonderful other authors in here as well!
I've co-authored a story called "Hunting for Tara", set in the same universe as the #SciFanSat story I wrote last month, "On The Origin of Species"...
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I've co-authored a story called "Hunting for Tara", set in the same universe as the #SciFanSat story I wrote last month, "On The Origin of Species"...
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The other writers in here are incredible, and best of all it's free!
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The other writers in here are incredible, and best of all it's free!
Get it now at www.scifansat.com
I came to the remote research facility to be away from the mass of people in the city, but my fellow scientists? They irritated me too, so I... well, let's just say I didn't starve when the supply plane couldn't land.
So whose is that #silhouette outside my door holding a knife?
I came to the remote research facility to be away from the mass of people in the city, but my fellow scientists? They irritated me too, so I... well, let's just say I didn't starve when the supply plane couldn't land.
So whose is that #silhouette outside my door holding a knife?
Lo, was he cast out, wings in tatters, soul charred beyond recognition. And even Lucifer turned away The Beast from his fiery abode, so wicked were he.
Yea, on the bones of the living damned he carved "My time is nigh, I am legion", and God was afeared lest he return.
Apocrypha 24:7
Lo, was he cast out, wings in tatters, soul charred beyond recognition. And even Lucifer turned away The Beast from his fiery abode, so wicked were he.
Yea, on the bones of the living damned he carved "My time is nigh, I am legion", and God was afeared lest he return.
Apocrypha 24:7
I've done loads of these photos, so just relax, act natural... smile. Why aren't you smiling?
I'll just put the camera down and help you - you have to appear happy in your memento mori portraits, after all.
I'll just scrape the rust off the scalpel, and then you'll look... rapturous.
I've done loads of these photos, so just relax, act natural... smile. Why aren't you smiling?
I'll just put the camera down and help you - you have to appear happy in your memento mori portraits, after all.
I'll just scrape the rust off the scalpel, and then you'll look... rapturous.
"Wonderful makeup," you gush, "so realistic! How did you manage to...?"
You draw closer, peering at my eye socket before realisation dawns.
"Oh..." you stutter, backing away... but now you're within my reach.
The bacteria in my face isn't the only thing that'll be flesh-eating tonight.
"Wonderful makeup," you gush, "so realistic! How did you manage to...?"
You draw closer, peering at my eye socket before realisation dawns.
"Oh..." you stutter, backing away... but now you're within my reach.
The bacteria in my face isn't the only thing that'll be flesh-eating tonight.
It doesn't matter, you said, what's behind the mask. I should take it off; you love the man, not the scars... and yet your eyes betrayed the truth when you first saw my face.
So, I shall never remove this again and you, my princess? You shall never tell another lie.
/📸:TymothyLongoria
It doesn't matter, you said, what's behind the mask. I should take it off; you love the man, not the scars... and yet your eyes betrayed the truth when you first saw my face.
So, I shall never remove this again and you, my princess? You shall never tell another lie.
/📸:TymothyLongoria
Traditional wisdom says that the soul escapes via the mouth... but after the lining of your throat's sloughed off, spores will stream from your empty eye sockets, hunting the next host.
It's adaptive, intelligent, and highly contagious... and we're no longer at the top of the food chain.
Traditional wisdom says that the soul escapes via the mouth... but after the lining of your throat's sloughed off, spores will stream from your empty eye sockets, hunting the next host.
It's adaptive, intelligent, and highly contagious... and we're no longer at the top of the food chain.
For two nights, he's visited my dreams, bringing the stench of death and the judgment of ancestors.
For two nights, I've begged and pleaded; all to no avail, his countenance changes not.
For the last two mornings, I've woken in a pool of my own blood.
Hush now, child, for he is near.
For two nights, he's visited my dreams, bringing the stench of death and the judgment of ancestors.
For two nights, I've begged and pleaded; all to no avail, his countenance changes not.
For the last two mornings, I've woken in a pool of my own blood.
Hush now, child, for he is near.
This is how you leave me, dying in an alley, desperate for your touch, your love? Think again.
My scars still bleed at the betrayal, but the blood magic mutated me, feeds me.
Close the curtains to feel safe if you like, honey... I'll still be waiting outside for you.
/Image:TheUnclean
This is how you leave me, dying in an alley, desperate for your touch, your love? Think again.
My scars still bleed at the betrayal, but the blood magic mutated me, feeds me.
Close the curtains to feel safe if you like, honey... I'll still be waiting outside for you.
/Image:TheUnclean
I never thought that this might have a face, a physical form. There's no way out, my end is in sight.
I have loved some of you, loathed others, all with a burning passion that has now dripped away like candlewax.
His cloak will enshroud me soon, and I shall be gone.
I never thought that this might have a face, a physical form. There's no way out, my end is in sight.
I have loved some of you, loathed others, all with a burning passion that has now dripped away like candlewax.
His cloak will enshroud me soon, and I shall be gone.
Wanna come to a #doll's tea party? My Anabelle *loves* them. She helps out, that's why she's holding that little knife.
Why yes, the blade *does* look sharp. No, there's not anyone else coming.
You're right, the door *is* locked.
Anabelle's hungry.
We both are.
Wanna come to a #doll's tea party? My Anabelle *loves* them. She helps out, that's why she's holding that little knife.
Why yes, the blade *does* look sharp. No, there's not anyone else coming.
You're right, the door *is* locked.
Anabelle's hungry.
We both are.
Don't blame me.
You chose to read the grimoire. Ignored my warnings. I told you it'd be an addictive read, that you wouldn't be able to put it down...that The Devil lived in the words.
Well, those words are now in your head. So is he.
Ah, why be modest?
So am *I*.
Image: TheUnclean
Don't blame me.
You chose to read the grimoire. Ignored my warnings. I told you it'd be an addictive read, that you wouldn't be able to put it down...that The Devil lived in the words.
Well, those words are now in your head. So is he.
Ah, why be modest?
So am *I*.
Image: TheUnclean
You'd call her calcified, were it not for the fact that it's pure evil which has frozen her.
No leaves grow on trees here, no wildlife lives on the banks of the river where blood runs red.
Touch her not, child, lest she crumble away to dust, and you take her place.
/Image: TheUnclean
You'd call her calcified, were it not for the fact that it's pure evil which has frozen her.
No leaves grow on trees here, no wildlife lives on the banks of the river where blood runs red.
Touch her not, child, lest she crumble away to dust, and you take her place.
/Image: TheUnclean
Thank you @jason-h-abbott.bsky.social and team!💖
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Thank you @jason-h-abbott.bsky.social and team!💖
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