In a Room

A silly goose with too many intrusive thoughts.

I experiment with style and am on a mission to reach literary nirvana. a particular love for the bizarre, the horrid, the beautiful ugly and mysterious.

Ritual Horror. Voice of the Ancient. Eater of hope. †

Coffee lover, language enthusiast, world traveler. Dark Fantasy and Speculative Fiction author. Architect of the Dimidium Universe. Fathoms Deep into most kinds of research. ... But mostly the coffee thing.

Romance + horror(ish). Occasionally posting short fiction on women in Wall Street or escapism. Your big sister \ud83c\udff3️‍⚧️\ud83c\udff3️‍\ud83c\udf08. Philippines + NYC.

Chartered generalist. Full stack Product Manager. Amateur human. Recovering poet. Once and future writer. Dad. Reading this? Then you should try reading my fiction too.

I like planting seeds and telling stories. English Lit Undergrad.

✨unhinged chaotic cinnamon roll originating from Tír na hÉireann✨

The garden is alive, a liminal space of healing and self-remembrance. The gardener can be found wondering around, talking to herself & the shadows.

Essays and poetry with focus on cultural criticism examining power, memory, and modern consciousness. My work explores the intersection of individual and systemic liberation.

Author of The Empire of Waves Cycle | Co-Author of The Phoenix Meridian

Aspiring author, game-maker, world-builder. Come here for the structured write-ups on your favorite horror/sci-fi/fantasy topics, stay for the ADHD-fueled flavor of the week. We celebrate others of all kinds here except those dedicated to hate.

Not a lifestyle brand. Not an advice column. Just stories with teeth and tenderness, unfiltered, a little unhinged, and never smoothed down for anyone’s comfort.

Musician, Poet if I’m not practicing, 60% Water

Writing and illustrating in the liminal spaces and moody places. Supernatural neo-gothic fiction. Zines. Musings on what it means to be haunted. Waiting to see a real ghost.

Fiction. Digging up skulls, fool’s gold, and land mines. Currently writing the lesbian werewolf serial: FEVERCHAIN.

I'm a queer, multiracial poet from the South. I decided to write here to reconnect with the parts of myself that I can't really share at my day job as an English teacher to multilingual students.

I write about memories, feeling strange, and the ghosts of people I used to know. Sometimes I cry over expired food cans on store shelves.

Editor for The Spectral Agent, paranormal crime thriller. Author of The Flucks, unsettling, sardonic sci-fi (audiobooks)

seamonster

Horror, Fantasy, and Science Fiction inside. Sometimes, all at once.

Alexis Ashwood She/her but you can call me Ashes \ud83d\ude18 This is the place for my darkest fantasy and my darkest fears to come together and blur until I can't tell which is which. In the form of poetry.

Stories from Didrik, a guy who may or may not talk to objects and may or may not disguise an author, whose life and experiences usually overlap with Didrik's (maybe the more far-fetched is the cult stuff)

A Biological Flesh Vehicle packed with sheer evil, several vital organs, and the appropriate amount of bones and human teeth (Yes, hundreds)

Horror. Crime novels. Detective stories. Thrillers. The real world is brutal, and I try to make sense of it through fiction.

Fiction and essays from a Gen X brain that’s done pretending things make sense. Stories that creep, essays that cut, commentary that doesn’t blink when the world unravels.