Writes
Home is where the weirdos are (6 of 13 for Halloween) Amy clutched the last cardboard box labeled “Kitchen Stuff” and surveyed their new room. It was smaller than the pictures suggested, but the rent was cheap enough that neither she nor Ash were complaining. “Is that a wolf?” Ash stood frozen in the doorway, staring at the massive gray… Continue reading The Misfit House Halloween
5 of 13 for Halloween Maya had learned long ago not to mention the voices to anyone who mattered. People were charmed when she seemed to know exactly what they needed, attributing it to intuition rather than the whispered suggestions from Mrs. Chen, who’d run the laundromat for forty years before her heart gave out. She still liked to help.… Continue reading A Clay Pot’s Last Journey
Supernatural Side Hustle (4 of 13) I’m writing this for those with a permanent side hustle — I see your hard work and I thank you for the deliveries you’ve made. I’m sorry for answering the door in my pajamas and without a bra. In my defense, those things are torture devices. Thank you. The notification chimed on Wren’s phone… Continue reading Broom for Improvement
3 of 12 Spooky Stories for Halloween Sorry this one is a little late. I had a fun treatment yesterday that made me so sick. I crashed early and am still currently in my pajamas. Ugh…but, the story for yesterday is a good one. I love black cats and witchy fun moments. Tonight’s story might be in a similar vein.… Continue reading The Familiar Stranger
Love Bites (And So Do I) Inspired by the girls from the Lonely Girls Co-Op, this is #2 of 13 before Halloween. Dr. Vivian Cross had been a breakup coach for thirty-seven years, which was impressive considering she looked thirty-two and had actually been alive since the Crimean War. The “Dr.” was honorary. She’d attended medical school in 1889, but… Continue reading The Breakup Coach
A Halloween Tale of Stories Stolen and Souls Saved For the thirteen nights leading up to Halloween, I’ll be sharing a story each evening. Little hauntings, strange encounters, and moments that don’t quite stay on the page once you’ve read them. Some will be eerie. Some will be tender. All of them are October at heart. So settle in with… Continue reading The Bibliophagist
A cautionary tale about writer’s block, desperation, and things that go bump in your analytics I’ve been dead for three days and I’m still refreshing my Substack stats. This is hell, obviously. Not the fire and brimstone kind. The kind where you’re trapped reliving your most desperate moment forever. Mine just happens to be 2:47 AM on a Tuesday, hunched… Continue reading The Last Thing She Googled
Occasionally new inspiration slips through the worries and I get create. Here’s where I found myself today: Louisa—Lou, if she trusted you enough to use it, which she didn’t, not really, not anymore—had been at war with the postal system for exactly seven days, thirteen hours, and what felt like six hundred soul-crushing minutes. Each morning she checked the tracking… Continue reading Signature Required
I’m not 100% sure how it happened. Yes, you read that correctly. Yes, I know I’m trying to finish editing by October, but I accidentally started writing a lesbian western. It was on a whim and mostly as a joke, but it started a few nights ago. It’s not bad. I allowed myself to be a bit silly with the… Continue reading Accidentally Wrote A Lesbian Western
