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  1. Patrick W. Marsh @patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com@patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com ·

    Read my Poem “A Junkyard Father” Published on Altered Reality Magazine

    Hello again! I recently had a trifecta of luck at Altered Reality with some poems, and this is my second one that was picked up for publication by them.

    This week the poem is a little different than my previous one. No haunted forest or paradoxical monsters.

    Instead, I choose to focus on an image that has haunted me ever since I watched it. The toy scene in Bladerunner (director’s cut of course) in Sebastian’s attic has stuck with me ever since I watched it back in 2004. I often wonder what would those cybernetic creations do if Sebastian never returned.

    Who would take care of them?

    In “A Junkyard Father” I follow this same idea and principle. A scientist has created sentient toys in some robotic future, and he is confronted with the concept of mortality. When he dies and leaves this world, they’ll be nobody to take care of them. The toys will outlive him, and still require maintenance. He’ll die when they could potentially live for centuries.

    How will they cope? Who will be there?

    You can read “A Junkyard Father” right here.

    As always, you should check out the whole of Altered Reality. They publish great stuff from a variety of voices.

    Thank you for reading my work, and have a nice Wednesday!

    #author #blogging #books #fantasy #fiction #horror #horrorPoetry #literaryHorror #monsters #patrickWMarsh #poem #Poetry #scienceFiction #theGreenlandDiaries #writing
  2. Just read the first chapter of 'Bat Eater and Other Names For Cora Zeng' by Kylie Lee Baker.

    Already I feel the hype is warranted. The prose is pristine, smooth like the edge of a cared-for knife. There's a litfic approach to interiority; I've got a strong sense of who Cora Zeng is and the ways in which she moves through the world. The horror side is on point, too. No half-measures when the blood pours.

    I'm hooked.

    #horrorlit #LiteraryHorror #books #bookstodon

  3. I wrote a poem about a dragon who thinks about all the dead knights that have been incinerated outside his hoard. Lucky enough to get it published by Carmina Magazine. Details in the link below.

    #poetry #poem #fantasy #dragons #fantasypoem #literaryhorror #poems #writing #fiction #poet #Carmina

    patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.

  4. I get annoyed by how simplistic we talk about goals versus reality and being human. So I wrote a blog post about how it is okay if things don't work out exactly as you imagine. In the link below:

    #wordpress #blogging #blog #dailywritingprompt #writing #reading #literaryhorror #books #blogs #goals

    patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.

  5. Wrote a blog post where I actually define what I write. Doesn't sound too challenging until you actually try it. About time after about 13 years doing this. Better late than never.

    #writing #books #craft #literaryhorror #horror #literary #amwriting #fictionwriting #monsters #patrickwmarsh

    patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.

  6. Patrick W. Marsh @patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com@patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com ·

    I Can’t Leave: A Greenland Diaries Flash Fiction

    Rob had memorized the pattern of abandoned cars in the parking lot outside the building. A red van, a blue truck, a few white sedans, silent and sun faded, lay scattered across the velvet sheet of greenery in the basin around the office tower he’d been hiding in. He’d been fixing a boiler in the basement when the Drum began. Most of the building was empty that first night. Everyone had already left for the day. Only a handful were torn apart beneath the Unnamed’s obscene claws.

    And then the office was empty.

    Except for Rob.

    He had always imagined himself different at the end of the world. At six foot five, all elbows and height, with an unkempt beard dropping to his chest and a perpetually worn Minnesota Twins cap, he’d figured he’d look the part. He had thought of himself as stereotypically male, chew, flannels, and a quiet, lumbering confidence. But when the monsters arrived and stalked the hallways, he learned quickly how fragile that image was. Back on his grandfather’s farm, he and his friends in their local anti government militia had joked that if the world ever collapsed, they’d be ready.

    But once the Unnamed descended and began mutilating and resurrecting their victims, the only thing Rob grew adept at was hiding.

    For someone so tall and broad, sneaking through the office should have been impossible, yet he’d shaped himself to its shadows. He learned to bend beneath desks, wedge between bookshelves, flatten against cubicles. Even when the Reanimated drifted through, he found ways to slip past them, though other survivors told him not to fear them. Those survivors were nothing like him. They weren’t afraid of the shadows. They fought them day and night. He’d heard their skirmishes echoing through the Drum. Even now, with it finally over, the night outside carried only wind, insects, and the soft groan of the building settling.

    How were they so brave?

    A few survivors had passed through recently and told him he could go home, or even find work with the Reestablishment. But he couldn’t force himself to leave the gray block of the office. Every time he packed his few supplies, slung the rifle he’d taken off a dead soldier, and started toward home, he barely made it a few blocks. A shadow, a rattle of debris, a shift in the wind, anything could spook him, and he’d sprint back to the familiar corners of the office floor.

    Day or night didn’t matter.

    He just couldn’t leave.

    Thank you for reading my flash fiction from the Greenland Diaries. In this story, I wanted to show a character you might expect to be strong because of how they postured their identity, but when the apocalypse appeared they realized it was all an image without integrity. They weren’t actually built for the conflict they thought they were seeking. Monsters are an excellent mirror.

    #author #blogging #bodyHorror #books #cosmicHorror #darkFantasy #darkFiction #decay #fantasy #fiction #flashFiction #grief #hauntedLandscapes #horror #horrorWriting #identity #isolation #liminalSpaces #literaryHorror #machines #memory #monsters #obsession #patrickWMarsh #poeticProse #prosePoetry #psychologicalHorror #shortStories #speculativeFiction #survival #theGreenlandDiaries #transformation #trauma #weirdFiction #writing

  7. A slow, eerie drift under the circus lights. 🎪 One of Us by Dan Chaon is all vibe—strange, atmospheric, and quietly haunting. The audiobook pulls you in like a spell. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Full review on the blog — link in bio.

    #BookReview #DanChaon #LiteraryHorror #CircusVibes

    wrightspoetry.com/2025/10/21/o

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    #EZine #EBook #DarkArts #HorrorFiction #DigitalArt #AIAssistedArt #BodyHorror #CosmicHorror #PsychologicalHorror #CultLife #Infection #Infestation #Corruption #Metamorphosis #Neurodivergence #LiteraryHorror

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