Waking up to an acceptance letter feels Really Good! More news to come around May~
I know it’s been a bit since I’ve posted on here, but I’ve been busy finishing up college and learning how to make Interactive Fiction. In between normal writing of course.
I have plans for a game that I want to make. Writing it is easy but I’m a complete noob when it comes to coding and learning that has been a pain. Thankfully I’ve found a really helpful discord server that’s willing to answer questions newbies have.
Since I’ve finished school, my passion for writing has been rekindled, which is exciting. I felt like classes kept draining me, made me not able to do much of anything outside of school work and lazy gaming. I’m looking forward to putting effort back into my own work and my own projects.
I still need to finish editing my book. I also am considering doing essays on the horror genre. Working on this game has me thinking a lot about 80’s slasher movie tropes (since it relates to the theme of the game) and I have A Lot to say about horror as a genre. I think it’d be nice to keep it all here, both to have somewhere it’s kept under my pen name and also to keep this place more active.
Lots to look forward to in the New Year!
It listed her medical history, recommendations from family that she does this and their testimonies. Funny how she hadn’t been asked to submit her own, but then they didn’t really care about what she thought of her own defects.
“You’ll be sore for a few days where the implant is put in and, as we told your family, there will be some disorientation at first as it learns how your brain works. After the initial adjustment period, you’ll be right as rain. Breath deep now and relax, alright?” The nurse offered a calm smile.
Lacy nodded, looking up at the tiled ceiling and trying to ignore the too loud buzz of the fluorescent lights above her. The static sound grated on her nerves and was physically painful to the point that, as scared as she was, she wished the anesthesia would put her to sleep faster. The plastic face mask covering her mouth and nose had fogged up and with each breath she took, it was beginning to feel uncomfortably hot. She was sweating. She realized it when she tried to get more comfortable, but the plasticy cushion beneath her stuck to her arms. The sensation made her skin crawl.
She didn’t want to be there, wanted to go home, didn’t want this. Her mind was going fuzzy and the corners of her vision were beginning to blur.
“I changed my mind,” she said.
Or had she said it? The nurse had gone back to looking at the slate and didn’t acknowledge her. Lacy tried to turn her head to look at the woman, to try and repeat herself. She couldn’t.
“I changed my mind! I don’t want to do this!”
She was sure her lips moved, but they felt so heavy. Frustration built in her chest, pushed up and got trapped in her throat.
Stop, stop, stop
Her vision swam from the drugs and the tears that had been building in her eyes escaped down the sides of her face.
The sterile white minimalist room began to melt away, the scent of the anesthesia mixing with the room’s stomach-turning scent of bleach and disinfectant. Her surroundings bleed away and blurred.
And then there was nothing.
I’m getting published! The Second Corona Book of Horror Stories is available for pre-order now. If you like what you’ve seen here and want to be introduced to some really awesome authors in the horror genre, please have a look and consider picking it up!
Any outstretched hand
When you’ve been beat enough.
Bare your teeth and bite.
If you must.
But try also to remember
A before time
When outstretched hands
Meant gentler things.
I recently started using a new social media site called Pillowfort. It’s been pretty great! No, they aren’t paying me to say this, I am just stoked. Why? Well, because the community is pretty great, but also because I started a horror writing group and will be posting weekly writing prompts that I will also be participating in. It is so great having motivation for writing. Not the long form stuff that I have to do by myself, but that quick stuff that lets you flex your writing muscles. That said, here is the short for this weeks prompt which was: “They have no mouths”.
We stood in the middle of the clearing, huddled together and clutching our flashlights. My sneakers were soaked from running through the dew coated grass all night. We were out of breath, dirt covered, and exhausted.
“I don’t see them,” Shelley panted, her voice breaking halfway through as she swallowed down a sob.
I’ve gotten my first acceptance and I’m stoked! My short story Back to the Soil will be in the Second Corona Book of Horror Stories by Corona Books UK. It’ll come out October 1st, though pre-orders will open before then.
It feels a little surreal knowing that after wanting this so badly for so long, I’m going to be legit. I’m getting published!