#weirdfiction — Public Fediverse posts
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The Lost Tales stories continues with "Medusa" (1928) by Royal W. Jimserson - a story some contend may have inspired Lovecraft.
https://deepcuts.blog/2026/09/05/lost-tale-medusa-1928-by-royal-w-jimerson/
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Time for another Writing the Occult: Time & Place session debrief, and this time it's our own Chief Ink Slinger and the event series host and curator, aka MEEE.
Rooting your writing in time and place isn’t just for the SF authors: all of us, no matter what genre, need to think about how these things impact our work and our characters. That said... boy, there is SO MUCH that writers of the weird can pull on as inspiration. 🧵⬇️
#horror #weird #weirdfiction #fantasy #scifi #sciencefiction
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Every Friday, I meet a member of the British Fantasy Society and peer deep into their soul (or, at least, a form they filled out). Let's head to Northumberland for a weirdly cosmic cuppa with Steven Patchett, who names the writers of the "new renaissance of British folk horror" as his genre heroes.
https://britishfantasysociety.org/meet-steven-patchett/
#horror #weirdfiction #fantasy #sciencefiction #writers #writing #writingcommunity
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🎧 Adam and Pooka discuss Blackwood’s fiction, his occult interests, his fascination with nature, and what his stories can teach Mage: The Ascension Storytellers about the sublime, supernatural uncertainty, spirits, Correspondence, Awakening, and psychological horror. Listen https://magethepodcast.com/reality-deviants-book-club-algernon-blackwood/ #magetheascension #weirdfiction #horror #algernonblackwood
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Unsure what all this cosmic horror stuff I keep talking about is?
Well, I've got a little bit of a primer here.
The TL;DR is that it's a mashup of scifi, horror, fantasy, and weird fiction...But that description barely scratches the surface of the reality.
https://esraye.com/2026/08/11/subgenre-defined-cosmic-horror/
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Much gratitude to Cynthia Gómez, author of MUÑECA and THE NIGHTMARE BOX AND OTHER STORIES, for this blurb for Caleb Sierra's THE WETWORKS MIRACLE. If you're looking to get your hands on one of the strangest books you'll ever read, WETWORKS is available from us and your favorite indie bookstore. "The tree-cattle are lowing to be milked." 😱
#TheWetworksMiracle #CalebSierra #CynthiaGomez #EcoHorror #BodyHorror #WeirdFiction #SurrealHorror #SmallPressBooks #LatinxHorror
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The Wetworks Miracle is out next week! It's a quick and brutal read, a delightful mix of weird horror, biopunk, and portal fantasy. If you're curious about one of the weirdest books we've ever published, check out this review from Chasing Shadows: https://catchingshadows672971735.wordpress.com/2026/06/30/book-review-the-wetworks-miracle-by-caleb-sierra/
#TheWetworksMiracle #BookReview #HorrorBooks #BodyHorror #EcoHorror #WeirdFiction #SpeculativeFiction #SmallPressBooks #Bookstodon
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Xmas in July: finally found my copy of Alison Rumfitt's Brainwyrms, missing since 2024.
#lgbtq #weirdfiction #scifi #books #alisonrumfitt #brainwyrms #queer #horror #queerhorror #bodyhorror #Transgender
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"The Wetworks Miracle is an eco-horror epic in the skin of a novella, a dazzling, dreadful plunge into ... terrors of the sort that one might find in a China Miéville novel or a film by Guillermo Del Toro." - E.G. Condé, author of Sordidez.
THE WETWORKS MIRACLE is out at the end of the month there's still time to get your order in!
#TheWetworksMiracle #CalebSierra #StelliformPress #EcoHorror #WeirdFiction #Biopunk #BodyHorror #SpeculativeFiction #SmallPress #Bookstodon #HorrorBooks
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Charm City Spec: April Edition lands at Bird in Hand on April 11, 6pm. Featuring Scott Edelman, TT Madden, Mahaila Smith, Aina Hunter, and Trae Hawkins. Five voices working the edges of speculative fiction, from eco-weird to near-future hope. Join them at 11 E. 33rd St.
#SpeculativeFiction #SciFi #WeirdFiction #CliFi #EcoFiction #Poetry #SpeculativePoetry #SFPoetry #SmallPress #IndiePress #IndieAuthors #BookEvent #AuthorReading #Baltimore #Bmore #Maryland #BookCommunity #ReadingSeries
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Shaving: A Greenland Diaries Flash Fiction
Nigel couldn’t believe his beard had gotten this long.
It was down to his chest, tangled and frizzy. It was black, but almost brown at its feathery edges. He could hear his father yelling at him to trim it, his high, almost husky voice echoing in his head. His father was ex military. He loved the clean shaven look and forced Nigel to follow that hairless motif, even though Nigel hadn’t picked up a weapon until the Drum started. Now, he always had one with him. The ravaged green world demanded it, even with the Drum destroyed and the Unnamed no longer hunting him at night.
Nigel wondered if his father was still alive in the nursing home in Saint Louis Park. He had barely been alive before the Drum. It wouldn’t make any sense for him to be spared.
Nigel had been lucky to hide in his Golden Valley home for most of the apocalypse. He had left for a few weeks to join survivors fighting an Unnamed by a lake that kept attacking them. It had been a hard fought battle. Only Nigel and a few others survived. None of them had the appetite for further confrontations with the Unnamed, and they all retreated to their former hiding spots. Those had been the last people he’d spoken to, except for a band of soldiers passing through who told him the Drum was destroyed, and the Unnamed were nonviolent unless attacked.
Nigel felt his dark, reflectionless face. His features were gaunt, weathered by a lack of nutritious food. His cheeks were flat, his nose large, his forehead dry. His lips were cracked and bloody in places. The weather had been fine. It was the fear eroding his flesh. The constant worry of the Unnamed returning, or a crazed Reanimated storming through the neighborhood.
Slowly, above his white bathroom sink, he began to trim his beard. There was no electricity for his razor, so he resorted to a pair of orange handled scissors he kept in his office for trimming documents. They were sharp, but loud as they crushed the fibers between its blades. In minutes, most of his beard was reduced to a prickly edge beneath his fingers. He sighed.
“I guess it’s time. They said it was safe.”
Ahead of him hung a wool blanket, yellow and brown, duct taped to the wall in miscellaneous streaks of silver adhesive. It dangled just above the sink.
It blocked the mirror.
He’d put it up during the first week, when he noticed the shadows watching him. Now, with the Drum destroyed, survivors passing through told him mirrors and reflections were back to normal. They no longer held phantoms.
He slowly reached for the fabric, then stopped.
“I can’t do it.”
He walked out of the bathroom with a shrug.
“I can’t believe it’s okay.”
I really enjoy writing about these quieter moments in the Greenland Diaries, where characters are learning to live again after a horrifying ordeal that shook the foundations of humanity. These bits of flash fiction give me ample opportunity for it. You can learn more about the mainline series right here. Thank you for reading!
#author #blogging #bodyHorror #books #cosmicHorror #darkFantasy #darkFiction #decay #fantasy #fiction #flashFiction #grief #hauntedLandscapes #horror #horrorWriting #identity #isolation #liminalSpaces #machines #memory #monsters #obsession #patrickWMarsh #poeticProse #prosePoetry #psychologicalHorror #shortStories #speculativeFiction #survival #teraryHorror #theGreenlandDiaries #transformation #trauma #weirdFiction #writing
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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
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“It’s like folks want to see something worse than them, to make them feel better. But it didn’t make me feel better, Mykal. It made me feel really sad.”
— Ghenya, Chapter Three, Aftermath
🌪️ Post-collapse science fantasy
💀 Talking skulls, glass storms, and lost sisters📖 Read Chapter One free: https://aftermathnovel.com/sample
#IndieAuthor #AmWriting #AftermathNovel #SpecFic #DystopianFantasy #WeirdFiction #Bookstodon #SkullBuddy #DebutNovel
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Hi friends! We're delighted to share the 15th issue of Bone Parade with you: https://www.boneparade.com/
This issue features five fabulous stories: a woman with bougainvillea in her arms, a parent sneaking moonlight, the struggles of living with MS, coping with pregnancy and loss, and a curmudgeonly curator and a piece of art people flock to see.
If you like an author's story, please let them know!
#LitMag, #MagicalRealism, #GenreBending, #CrossGenre, #Speculative #WeirdFiction
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Issue 14 features five fabulous stories: sound killing forests, the magic of new life, partnerships of stone and water, a charming Nordic fairy tale, and a banished human who dreams of becoming an AI. This issue is SO SO GOOD. Give it a read!
#LitMag #Speculative #MagicalRealism #WeirdFiction #GenreBending
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Hi! The 13th issue of Bone Parade is ready to read: https://www.boneparade.com
This issue features five fabulous stories about fishing for zyps in the universe, miraculous cemetery encounters, ghosts made of memories, deadly chemical spills, and carcinization!
Please let authors know if you like a story!
#LitMag #MagicalRealism #Speculative #ShortStory #FlashFiction #GenreBending #WeirdFiction
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Hi there! Bone Parade is open for submissions through October 15th! We only need one more story for the next issue. Please send us your weird and wonderful genre-bending stories! We're also kind of in the mood for a cozy existential crisis, if that exists?
https://www.boneparade.com/submit/
#LitMag #MagicalRealism #GenreBending #Speculative #WeirdFiction #WritingCommunity
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Bone Parade's 11th issue is up! This issue features a family counselor with a delightfully unexpected skill set, raising best friends from the dead, an alchemist's poignant work with pulse flowers, a professor dealing with a student's metamorphosis, and a menagerie of talking headless statues!
We really hope you enjoy these five fantastic stories as much as we did!
#LitMag #MagicalRealism #Speculative #Fabulism #WeirdFiction #GenreBending