#weirdfiction — Public Fediverse posts

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/

#lovecraft #weirdtales #weirdlit #weirdfiction #medusa

And yes, that means our time is fast approaching.

The place: Zoom.

The time: FOUR DAYS from now.

Get your ticket to ride >> writingtheoccult.carrd.co

#writers #writing #artist #filmmaker #film #books #tv #fiction #shortstories #novel #novella #sciencefiction #timetravel #horror #gothic #fantasy #darkfantasy #writingevents #writingtheoccult #occult #fortean #weirdfiction #weird

Panels I went to at #NecronomiconPVD:

The Daphne du Maurier panel discussed The Birds as you'd expect, but I didn't realize that she also wrote Don't Look Now. Panelists also discussed a bunch of her stories that were weird fiction, such as The Blue Lenses (a woman regains sight after an eye operation and now sees people as having animal heads) or The Pool (a small child finds a pool in the forest that seems to lead to another world).

The Arthur Machen panel gave a well-organized account of his long life and career, focusing on the well-known books (The Great God Pan; The White People) but also the flap over his story The Bowmen and his late-career work.

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#DaphneDuMaurier #ArthurMachen #WeirdFiction

Wtem! Nowa notka na blogu, choć tak naprawdę to nie taka nowa, bo była praktycznie gotowa już w marcu i nie pamiętam, czemu jej wtedy nie wrzuciłem (a potem Działy Się Rzeczy).

W każdym razie, piszę o zbiorze opowiadań "The Other Shore" Rebekki Campbell (wyd. @StelliformPress ) o którym dowiedziałem się z Mastodona (choć autorkę znam z "Nowej Fantastyki"). Ogólnie bardzo dobra rzecz, nie tylko dla tych zainteresowanych ekologią i klimatem (bo też nie wszystkie opowiadania skupiają się na tych tematach) - to po prostu dobra fantastyka (SF, weird fiction, odrobina horroru, może nawet i fantasy czy rzeczy które ciężko zaklasyfikować).

https://wordsmith.social/ekofikcje/jak-to-jest-byc-ekosystemem

#fantastyka #ClimateFiction #CliFi #ScienceFiction #SciFi #WeirdFiction #książki #ekofikcje @ksiazki

ICYMI: an exclusive interview with author of THE WETWORKS MIRACLE, Caleb Sierra. Find out more about Sierra's truly wild worldbuilding in this weird horror novella and what the author is working on next.

Read the full interview here: paulsemel.com/exclusive-interview-the-wetworks-miracle-author-caleb-sierra

#TheWetworksMiracle #CalebSierra #EcoHorror #WeirdFiction #ClimateFiction #Biopunk #SpeculativeFiction #HorrorBooks #Novella #AuthorInterview #SmallPress #IndiePublishing #Bookstodon

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

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

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

A wonderful little interview dropped yesterday from the British Columbia Review. If you loved Rebecca Campbell's ARBOREALITY and THE OTHER SHORE, you'll love this insight into her writing and its connection to the Cowichan Valley, BC. Watch the video here: https://youtu.be/72xiymP8M4c

#RebeccaCampbell #Arboreality #TheOtherShore #ClimateFiction #CliFi #SpeculativeFiction #WeirdFiction #EcoFiction #CanadianLiterature #Bookstodon #SFF #IndiePress #SmallPress #EnvironmentalWriting #ForestStories

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

The Wetworks Miracle is available for download on Netgalley! Fans of weird horror, dark fantasy, portal fiction, biopunk, and religious esoterica will want to check out new horror from a new Latino author. Grab the novella here: https://www.netgalley.com/catalog/book/820338. The Miracle manifests July 30 2026.

#Bookstodon #EcoHorror #WeirdFiction #Ecofiction #ClimateFiction #IndiePress #SmallPress #SFFBooks #BodyHorror #TheWetworksMiracle

We are excited to reveal the cover for a dark fantasy novella written by a brand new author, with art by the talented Lisbeth Poirier. Caleb Sierra's The Wetworks Miracle is an esoteric biopunk headtrip that keeps you guessing to the last page. Available for preorder: https://www.stelliform.press/index.php/product/the-wetworks-miracle-by-caleb-sierra/

#Bookstodon #EcoHorror #WeirdFiction #Ecofiction #ClimateFiction #IndiePress #SmallPress #SFFBooks #BodyHorror #TheWetworksMiracle

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!

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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.

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Happy Halloween from Stelliform Press! From haunted shores to botanical horror, our books explore the strange beauty in what frightens us.

Find The Other Shore and Green Fuse Burning and more at stelliform.press. Pick up a scary good ebook for only $5! 🌺🐸🐅🌊

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A friend of mine made a game about the cost of knowing too much, and of people who see things they shouldn’t. It’s about unraveling conspiracies no one believes, confronting phenomena no one understands, and risking everything to glimpse a truth that can never be fully known.

Check it out.

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/218255739/blue-calculus

#TTRPG #StoryGames #jimpinto #BlueCalculus #WeirdFiction #Weird #Horror #WeirdHorror

I can finally announce that I am one of the weirdo authors in this weirdo book. My winning story, "The Snow Hath No Queen" also won an award for best dystopian short story a while back. I still don't know who nominated me, but thank you, whoever you are! https://tenebrouspress.com/blog/2025/5/6/brave-new-weird-final-table-of-contents-announced-preorders-open #WeirdFiction #WeirdHorror #Dystopia #anthology #WritersOfMastodon #IndigenousCreatives #ShortStory

#Door number 6
beckons the unwary
and
the dream-walkers
who forget their way -
stairs to the wrong stars,
weeping nebulas
come creeping down -
a gaunt night threshold.

#Poetry #ShortPoem #WeirdPoetry
#Photography #Monochrome #Surreal #Surrealism #Doors #SurrealPhotograph #SurrealPhotography #SurrealArt #Art #MastoArt #FediArt #WeirdTales #WeirdFiction#Fantasy #HPLovecraft #TheDreamlands
#Phantasmagoria