It’s that time of year… Spooky season? Nope. The time when almost every email in my inbox opens with “in ordnance with the rules of the Bram Stoker award…”

Dear Diary, today I did not expect the term Eldritch Fappenings to enter my lexicon, but I am happy it did. The world is a confusing and mystical place. I should read more Italian comics. Step one, learn Italian. deepcuts.blog/2022/02/16/n...

So, it's late in life that I discovered pc gaming and Steam. All of this is thanks to @michelleheller.bsky.social. However, for the more seasoned veterans, how does one say no to $3.99 sales? asking for a friend... #steam

Well look at that. Keith's good people and writes a mean book, fam. If this is even half as good as Fever House, we're in for a *treat*. I'm keen to read it and I'm gonna get there, Keith. I promise. I'm a library man now so it might take me a hot minute, but I'll get there. Promise.🫡

Thanks Eryn! Great questions this week. For the #HorrorWritersChat first I wanna shout out @martinshannon.bsky.social @elfordalley.bsky.social and @michelleheller.bsky.social who are all making awesome stuff and you should follow them. Also, I have a new book out: books2read.com/u/mq2V06

Sorry #horrorwriterschat, I have the sickness and can’t focus. Here’s to hoping for a speedy recovery. ❤️‍🩹

The shrimp in my head. Run, little man. Run.

And Indies too. Like, we also do novellas. *Lots* of novellas. You want novellas? You've come to the right place.

This is so cool. The fate of the world hinges on whether I catch it happening? Well, sorry, guys. It was great knowing all of you.

Eeeep, my episode is up! Go have a listen over your morning coffee where I talk Salmonweird.

That deer’s not right. And I love it. 😍

Woohoo! Thanks, all for having me. This was a blast as always. I'm switching things up this week to highlight a very special person. @tlbodine.bsky.social has a new book out and you need to purchase a copy. books2read.com/u/mq2V06 Why? Because today is her birthday, damn it. :) #horrorwriterschat

#HorrorWritersChat “Always pile rotting on rotting”, he said. “Crisp autumn leaves over a shallow grave is always a dead giveaway”. Which I found confusing because the screams and kicking against the coffin lid seemed pretty obvious.

Crisp Autumn Leaves Yesterday I thrived, All green, luscious, and alive, Now I’m on the floor. I’m all brown and red, Surrounded by other leaves, Please don’t stand on me. #HorrorWritersChat

Crisp autumn leaves scratch against my throat. Their dust clogs my nostrils. Still the scarecrow doesn't stop. #horrorwriterschat

#HorrorWritersChat You know, I love the feel of crisp autumn leaves. That satisfying crunch, the delicate way it crumbles. So utterly glorious. One day, I hope to get my victims skin to age just the right way. It’s taking a while, but I’m getting there. I am getting there. *crunch*

She ran in a panic under the moon, crisp autumn leaves crunching under her feet and her breath freezing on her lips. It was too late. #HorrorWritersChat

Crisp autumn leaves signal coziness to me, the beginning of the Halloween season. Halloween horror, with carved pumpkins & inflatable witches in the backyard, oh do they warm my nostalgia. Death & decay is what they are, yet today I closed my eyes & thought only of the cozy. #HorrorWritersChat

The forest smells like rot, earthy decay of soil and mushrooms, damp with last night's rain. But the crisp autumn leaves still hold their own, crunching underfoot. Their rustling hides the snap of bones buried deep below, and the chatter of teeth from the ones who've reawakened. #HorrorWritersChat

"It's autumn again. Fifth year in a row we haven't gotten crisp autumn leaves. Soggy autumn leaves just doesn't have the same kind of ring to it." #HorrorWritersChat

She makes her bed in the crisp autumn leaves, crinkling under her like paper. The moisture soaks through, seeping through her coat, to her sweater, down to her skin; the cold down to her frame. Winter isn't even here yet. How is autumn so much like death without killing her? #horrorwriterschat

#HorrorWritersChat I'm Scribbler Johnny, I usually insert humor into my horror and my common stomping grounds are romantasy. Full Throttle Moon is about a friend group going on a road trip in Arizona.

Dream-children are sneaky bastards. #HorrorWritersChat

Suburban neighborhoods are the best. So removed from the world. So quiet and clean. Streetlamps burn low, the thick shadows they cast a perfect shield. Even the crisp autumn leaves are packed in tight little bags, leaving moist grass to silence my steps...and cushion your fall. #HorrorWritersChat

She felt safest when her cabin was surrounded by crisp autumn leaves. It was the only time of the year when she could hear them coming. The crunch. The susurrations of leaf on leaf. She shuddered in anticipation. But knowing was always better than not knowing. #HorrorWritersChat

#HorrorWritersChat It's the time of year I think of you again Smiling up at me As the crisp autumn leaves Slowly covered your face I know you love watching the sky That's why I didn't bury you all the way It hurts me that you never thanked me You clearly deserved to die But still thank me

"Well, at least the leaves are crisp." "That's all you got, crisp autumn leaves?!" "Look, I can't put his intestines back, and even if I did, there's no way I'd get them right. So, I say we just admire the foliage." "But--" *holds up knife.* "Right, those leaves sure are crisp." #HorrorWritersChat

WE BEAT NSFW?! #HorrorWritersChat, we are awesome!

Hey #HorrorWritersChat I found a selkie on the beach and it was obvious that she was meant to be mine. I don't think she knows it yet. She's been acting paranoid, like I'm going to hurt her, so I have to keep her locked in the lighthouse for her own safety. But she'll come around, right?

Inflation, the real horror. #HorrorWritersChat

"It all started when the fan inside my suit broke..." #HorrorWritersChat

#HorrorWritersChat I actually hope to write for comics soon enough, original pieces and some existing IPs I already love. Wouldn’t be opposed to working with people to turn my existing stories into comics also:)

#HorrorWritersChat I once dreamed I was a fish who thought he was a man who thought he was fish. I woke floundered. Nightmares fuel quite a bit of my poetry. I wake at 3aa, clutching a keyboard and writing out images. I ride the edge between sleep and wake just to harness that energy.

True story. My beloved cat died, and I feel him jump on the bed all the time. He kneads. He cuddles next to my legs. He purrs. AND HE'S NOT THERE. I'm being haunted by my dear cat! And, like, am I dreaming? Am I actually asleep when this happens? So I'm writing a cat horror now. #HorrorWritersChat

Aaahhh I’m so late! I was mopping at work again 😭 I’m Clover, and I write horror and dark fantasy poetry and short stories. My current WIPs are a high fantasy short story for submission about elemental dragon powers, and then my own project of a creepy doll anthology. #HorrorWritersChat

What she's not saying is the instruments were chainsaws... We are a progressive Ska band. #HorrorWritersChat

So, I see you've used Florida's mass transit system. #HorrorWritersChat

And that's how we artists know it was a dream. "I felt seen and validated." "Yeah, that was a dream." "I know." "It's cool, though. So, are you almost done making my latte?" #HorrorWritersChat

CYA in 2025: Your date has turned into a monster. What do you do? Kick him in the crotch! Turn to page 33. Hang on, maybe this is a sexy book? Turn to page 69. #HorrorWritersChat

I abducted people and forced them into an elaborate and very lucrative occult ritual that, granted, might yet rip reality in two, and somehow nobody appreciates my genius (not even my goddess) — AITA? #HorrorWritersChat

Clown economy working overtime. Pancake make-up manufacturers rejoice! #HorrorWritersChat

My dream is just to write something good and weird enough to get blurbed by Michael Cisco. After that I can just die, it's fine. I'm a simple man. #horrorwriterschat

Ghost plagiarism is real, yo. Watch out for spirits signing your work. #HorrorWritersChat

hello all, I’m pun and I mostly write creepy nonsense insula: the real monsters are the friends we made along the way! veins: aggrieved tradwife is haunted by her terrible husband’s taste in art sternum: a forest attempts to seduce a girl by traumatizing all of her friends #HorrorWritersChat

I once dreamed I had to meet readers in person at events. Woke up to @michelleheller.bsky.social screaming because I was the one driving us to the convention. #HorrorWritersChat

Nope. NTA. Bad reviews are a valid excuse for murder. #HorrorWritersChat

#HorrorWritersChat Human beings aren't above other creatures. Humans aren't superior. People who think humans should be treated any differently than any other creature on Earth is a human supremacist! And that's wrong. Dead wrong! I'm not the asshole here! (Domestication)

Yo chat! I'm Jeannie who'll lead you into the woods where all is well, the moss on your bones is quite normal, all is as it should be, lie down now luv ... Ahem. And. In a current WIP, a man does not know all the rooms in his manor, the silly occult goose #HorrorWritersChat

From MASQUE (alt-historical plague novel, 2027): Some suggest we should show the sick more compassion, but when I kill a few plague-bearers before their careless selfishness can return all of us once more to the worst of the Red Death era, they call me a murderer. AITA? #HorrorWritersChat

AITA? Kidnapped my wife's girlfriend after she murdered my best friend with unnatural powers. #HorrorWritersChat