J. Neira - cozy horror author & slush reader
@jneiraauthor.bsky.social
Formerly a slush reader for Graveside Press
Now a slush reader for Translunar Travelers Lounge
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The Haunting of Lola Barrera coming soon!
Now a slush reader for Translunar Travelers Lounge
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The Haunting of Lola Barrera coming soon!
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Acceptances have all been sent out for SATURDAY MOURNING TELEVISION!
Let's do this! 💀📺
Let's do this! 💀📺
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Alt: Metal Mickey from the TV show Metal Mickey. He's a robot. Called Mickey.
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Honored to share the news that my story, Grilling Time!, will be included in SATURDAY MOURNING TELEVISION. It's a horror story about a woman who begins to notice the wicked messages in a popular children's cartoon show. The show notices her back.
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#HorrorWritersChat
Thank you very much, Gree!
My new book, Capture Spiral, has been at the preorder stage of availability for a wee while, but I’m pleased to say that it’s due to be sent off for print in the coming days, and start shipping in March. temporalboundary.bigcartel.com/product/capt...
Thank you very much, Gree!
My new book, Capture Spiral, has been at the preorder stage of availability for a wee while, but I’m pleased to say that it’s due to be sent off for print in the coming days, and start shipping in March. temporalboundary.bigcartel.com/product/capt...
February 18, 2026 at 8:15 PM
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Thank you very much, Gree!
My new book, Capture Spiral, has been at the preorder stage of availability for a wee while, but I’m pleased to say that it’s due to be sent off for print in the coming days, and start shipping in March. temporalboundary.bigcartel.com/product/capt...
Thank you very much, Gree!
My new book, Capture Spiral, has been at the preorder stage of availability for a wee while, but I’m pleased to say that it’s due to be sent off for print in the coming days, and start shipping in March. temporalboundary.bigcartel.com/product/capt...
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Thank you! Dreams are a subject near to me, as they are never just dreams imo, but your brain telling you the things you refuse to knowledge in waking life. Pay attention. <3
Anyways, here is my collection, my first, but not the last. I hope people will read it and enjoy! xx
mybook.to/AllsWell
Anyways, here is my collection, my first, but not the last. I hope people will read it and enjoy! xx
mybook.to/AllsWell
All's Well That Ends Well
Read it now
mybook.to
February 18, 2026 at 8:12 PM
Thank you! Dreams are a subject near to me, as they are never just dreams imo, but your brain telling you the things you refuse to knowledge in waking life. Pay attention. <3
Anyways, here is my collection, my first, but not the last. I hope people will read it and enjoy! xx
mybook.to/AllsWell
Anyways, here is my collection, my first, but not the last. I hope people will read it and enjoy! xx
mybook.to/AllsWell
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Thank you for hosting #HorrorWritersChat, for giving me the chance to share my thoughts AND promote my collection:
www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-clown-...
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February 18, 2026 at 8:14 PM
Thank you for hosting #HorrorWritersChat, for giving me the chance to share my thoughts AND promote my collection:
www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-clown-...
www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-clown-...
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Thanks for a great #HorrorWritersChat, Gree. As for me, I have been doing daily promotions of random works of mine on The #ShadowBoxArchives. You can find the most recent one in the post below. Don't forget tomorrow is #Thirstday so join our #Substack.
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bsky.app/profile/rose...
#Creepypasta #WritingCommunity #HorrorWriter #ShadowBoxArchives I have another story to promote. This time it's my comedy horror about working in fast food for a shitty general manager. That's bad enough on its own without dealing with any paranormal stuff. If you enjoy it, consider supporting us⬇️
February 18, 2026 at 8:14 PM
Thanks for a great #HorrorWritersChat, Gree. As for me, I have been doing daily promotions of random works of mine on The #ShadowBoxArchives. You can find the most recent one in the post below. Don't forget tomorrow is #Thirstday so join our #Substack.
bsky.app/profile/rose...
bsky.app/profile/rose...
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Thanks Gree! #HprrorWritersChat, did that last question make you want to read some plant based horror? Then check out "Rose," which is the exact definition of that! Available in paperback, ebook and audio book.
www.amazon.com/Rose-Rami-Un...
#HorrorSky #BookSky
www.amazon.com/Rose-Rami-Un...
#HorrorSky #BookSky
Rose
Rose
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February 18, 2026 at 8:14 PM
Thanks Gree! #HprrorWritersChat, did that last question make you want to read some plant based horror? Then check out "Rose," which is the exact definition of that! Available in paperback, ebook and audio book.
www.amazon.com/Rose-Rami-Un...
#HorrorSky #BookSky
www.amazon.com/Rose-Rami-Un...
#HorrorSky #BookSky
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I can't resist any longer. My bloodshot eyes close.
She's there again - at the end of this pitch-black darkness. Eyes brighter than the moon. Shining with joyful anticipation.
She's expecting me, again.
She's phasing towards me, again.
It's happening. Again.
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She's there again - at the end of this pitch-black darkness. Eyes brighter than the moon. Shining with joyful anticipation.
She's expecting me, again.
She's phasing towards me, again.
It's happening. Again.
#HorrorWritersChat
You finally pry your eyes open. You can’t breathe. Burning vines sink deep into your throat and joints. Gilded thorns shear your body open.
You weep. The dreams. They beckon you again.
“I can’t resist any longer. My bloodshot eyes close.”
Continue it.
#HorrorWritersChat
You weep. The dreams. They beckon you again.
“I can’t resist any longer. My bloodshot eyes close.”
Continue it.
#HorrorWritersChat
February 18, 2026 at 8:04 PM
I can't resist any longer. My bloodshot eyes close.
She's there again - at the end of this pitch-black darkness. Eyes brighter than the moon. Shining with joyful anticipation.
She's expecting me, again.
She's phasing towards me, again.
It's happening. Again.
#HorrorWritersChat
She's there again - at the end of this pitch-black darkness. Eyes brighter than the moon. Shining with joyful anticipation.
She's expecting me, again.
She's phasing towards me, again.
It's happening. Again.
#HorrorWritersChat
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I need to stop looking at my fucking phone. I’m addicted to doomscrolling. It’s so bad for my health. I need help. I’m desperate. Wait - what would Jesus do? What was it that he said? Oh yeah: “If thine eye offend thee, pluck it out”. Thank you Lord. Where’s my pen knife…
I need to stop looking at my fucking phone. I’m addicted to doomscrolling. It’s so bad for my health. I need help. I’m desperate. Wait - what would Jesus do? What was it that he said? Oh yeah: “If thine eye offend thee, pluck it out”. Thank you Lord. Where’s my pen knife…
You finally pry your eyes open. You can’t breathe. Burning vines sink deep into your throat and joints. Gilded thorns shear your body open.
You weep. The dreams. They beckon you again.
“I can’t resist any longer. My bloodshot eyes close.”
Continue it.
#HorrorWritersChat
You weep. The dreams. They beckon you again.
“I can’t resist any longer. My bloodshot eyes close.”
Continue it.
#HorrorWritersChat
February 18, 2026 at 8:04 PM
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I need to stop looking at my fucking phone. I’m addicted to doomscrolling. It’s so bad for my health. I need help. I’m desperate. Wait - what would Jesus do? What was it that he said? Oh yeah: “If thine eye offend thee, pluck it out”. Thank you Lord. Where’s my pen knife…
I need to stop looking at my fucking phone. I’m addicted to doomscrolling. It’s so bad for my health. I need help. I’m desperate. Wait - what would Jesus do? What was it that he said? Oh yeah: “If thine eye offend thee, pluck it out”. Thank you Lord. Where’s my pen knife…
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You're instantly transported back to the endless hall with phones lining either side of the corridor. Rotary, corded, cordless, mixed together, screeching in unison. You slink toward the nearest phone, your throat thick, heart thumping against your ribcage. So it begins again...
#HorrorWritersChat
#HorrorWritersChat
You finally pry your eyes open. You can’t breathe. Burning vines sink deep into your throat and joints. Gilded thorns shear your body open.
You weep. The dreams. They beckon you again.
“I can’t resist any longer. My bloodshot eyes close.”
Continue it.
#HorrorWritersChat
You weep. The dreams. They beckon you again.
“I can’t resist any longer. My bloodshot eyes close.”
Continue it.
#HorrorWritersChat
February 18, 2026 at 8:05 PM
You're instantly transported back to the endless hall with phones lining either side of the corridor. Rotary, corded, cordless, mixed together, screeching in unison. You slink toward the nearest phone, your throat thick, heart thumping against your ribcage. So it begins again...
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#HorrorWritersChat the dream cracks a wicked grin. It is done. It has won.
It leaves your being safely cocooned in torment, forever occupied, leaving a perfectly good corpse for the dream to use. It enters the waking world, taking your fleshly husk as its own.
It leaves your being safely cocooned in torment, forever occupied, leaving a perfectly good corpse for the dream to use. It enters the waking world, taking your fleshly husk as its own.
You finally pry your eyes open. You can’t breathe. Burning vines sink deep into your throat and joints. Gilded thorns shear your body open.
You weep. The dreams. They beckon you again.
“I can’t resist any longer. My bloodshot eyes close.”
Continue it.
#HorrorWritersChat
You weep. The dreams. They beckon you again.
“I can’t resist any longer. My bloodshot eyes close.”
Continue it.
#HorrorWritersChat
February 18, 2026 at 8:05 PM
#HorrorWritersChat the dream cracks a wicked grin. It is done. It has won.
It leaves your being safely cocooned in torment, forever occupied, leaving a perfectly good corpse for the dream to use. It enters the waking world, taking your fleshly husk as its own.
It leaves your being safely cocooned in torment, forever occupied, leaving a perfectly good corpse for the dream to use. It enters the waking world, taking your fleshly husk as its own.
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It's not the nightmares so much as the disorientation
between asleep and awake when you aren't quite sure
which one is more real until it's the dream that fades.
For a moment, your bed, your room, yourself, is less solid
than the slippery, sticky world you must leave behind.
#HorrorWritersChat
between asleep and awake when you aren't quite sure
which one is more real until it's the dream that fades.
For a moment, your bed, your room, yourself, is less solid
than the slippery, sticky world you must leave behind.
#HorrorWritersChat
You finally pry your eyes open. You can’t breathe. Burning vines sink deep into your throat and joints. Gilded thorns shear your body open.
You weep. The dreams. They beckon you again.
“I can’t resist any longer. My bloodshot eyes close.”
Continue it.
#HorrorWritersChat
You weep. The dreams. They beckon you again.
“I can’t resist any longer. My bloodshot eyes close.”
Continue it.
#HorrorWritersChat
February 18, 2026 at 8:06 PM
It's not the nightmares so much as the disorientation
between asleep and awake when you aren't quite sure
which one is more real until it's the dream that fades.
For a moment, your bed, your room, yourself, is less solid
than the slippery, sticky world you must leave behind.
#HorrorWritersChat
between asleep and awake when you aren't quite sure
which one is more real until it's the dream that fades.
For a moment, your bed, your room, yourself, is less solid
than the slippery, sticky world you must leave behind.
#HorrorWritersChat
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Yet the horrors persist. You can feel them scratching, gnawing at the periphery of reality. You realize that to return to the waking world would be to bring these things with you, ready to feast upon a waking world ripe for harvest. You cannot let that happen. (1/2)
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You finally pry your eyes open. You can’t breathe. Burning vines sink deep into your throat and joints. Gilded thorns shear your body open.
You weep. The dreams. They beckon you again.
“I can’t resist any longer. My bloodshot eyes close.”
Continue it.
#HorrorWritersChat
You weep. The dreams. They beckon you again.
“I can’t resist any longer. My bloodshot eyes close.”
Continue it.
#HorrorWritersChat
February 18, 2026 at 8:06 PM
Yet the horrors persist. You can feel them scratching, gnawing at the periphery of reality. You realize that to return to the waking world would be to bring these things with you, ready to feast upon a waking world ripe for harvest. You cannot let that happen. (1/2)
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Your mind fills with the image of the demagogue from your youth.
That giant purple dinosaur. Feared and fearsome, he stands miles high, leading the children of the past along a fiery path. And then, by the dozens he crushes them beneath his mighty feet.
There is no escaping him. He is eternal.
That giant purple dinosaur. Feared and fearsome, he stands miles high, leading the children of the past along a fiery path. And then, by the dozens he crushes them beneath his mighty feet.
There is no escaping him. He is eternal.
You finally pry your eyes open. You can’t breathe. Burning vines sink deep into your throat and joints. Gilded thorns shear your body open.
You weep. The dreams. They beckon you again.
“I can’t resist any longer. My bloodshot eyes close.”
Continue it.
#HorrorWritersChat
You weep. The dreams. They beckon you again.
“I can’t resist any longer. My bloodshot eyes close.”
Continue it.
#HorrorWritersChat
February 18, 2026 at 8:08 PM
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That would do it. 😨
Tho why does this kind of remind me of… 😅
Tho why does this kind of remind me of… 😅
February 18, 2026 at 7:53 PM
That would do it. 😨
Tho why does this kind of remind me of… 😅
Tho why does this kind of remind me of… 😅
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Whether it's being tormented by an avatar of Nyarlathotep while they're trying to stop a cult, or having their favorite music and lyrics twisted into an endless liminal hallway that traps them, every dream I write is a reflection of some turmoil my characters are dealing with. #horrorwriterschat
The ground gives in. You tumble down, slamming into dark waters.
You float, motionless. A titanic shadow surrounds you. Its gleaming red eye carves words in your mind.
Horror dreamscapes can be reflections of a character’s turmoil. What’s your favourite dreamscape reflection?
#HorrorWritersChat
You float, motionless. A titanic shadow surrounds you. Its gleaming red eye carves words in your mind.
Horror dreamscapes can be reflections of a character’s turmoil. What’s your favourite dreamscape reflection?
#HorrorWritersChat
February 18, 2026 at 7:44 PM
Whether it's being tormented by an avatar of Nyarlathotep while they're trying to stop a cult, or having their favorite music and lyrics twisted into an endless liminal hallway that traps them, every dream I write is a reflection of some turmoil my characters are dealing with. #horrorwriterschat
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Mine would be in isolated wood, wandering pathways with ancient banks in which tree roots wrap around each other, reach out to the passer-by. Roots which appear so muscular, so human, you expect the tree to shift and rise, walk with you (v. much like my actual hikes!)
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The ground gives in. You tumble down, slamming into dark waters.
You float, motionless. A titanic shadow surrounds you. Its gleaming red eye carves words in your mind.
Horror dreamscapes can be reflections of a character’s turmoil. What’s your favourite dreamscape reflection?
#HorrorWritersChat
You float, motionless. A titanic shadow surrounds you. Its gleaming red eye carves words in your mind.
Horror dreamscapes can be reflections of a character’s turmoil. What’s your favourite dreamscape reflection?
#HorrorWritersChat
February 18, 2026 at 7:47 PM
Mine would be in isolated wood, wandering pathways with ancient banks in which tree roots wrap around each other, reach out to the passer-by. Roots which appear so muscular, so human, you expect the tree to shift and rise, walk with you (v. much like my actual hikes!)
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#HorrorWritersChat
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I had a character uprooted from her school and friends, forced to move across country. And the "new ground" she was metaphorically planted in was corrupt. Her nightmares were thorny brambles growing out of the mouths of loved ones, strangling their protests.
"It was a wet sound."
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"It was a wet sound."
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The ground gives in. You tumble down, slamming into dark waters.
You float, motionless. A titanic shadow surrounds you. Its gleaming red eye carves words in your mind.
Horror dreamscapes can be reflections of a character’s turmoil. What’s your favourite dreamscape reflection?
#HorrorWritersChat
You float, motionless. A titanic shadow surrounds you. Its gleaming red eye carves words in your mind.
Horror dreamscapes can be reflections of a character’s turmoil. What’s your favourite dreamscape reflection?
#HorrorWritersChat
February 18, 2026 at 7:46 PM
I had a character uprooted from her school and friends, forced to move across country. And the "new ground" she was metaphorically planted in was corrupt. Her nightmares were thorny brambles growing out of the mouths of loved ones, strangling their protests.
"It was a wet sound."
#HorrorWritersChat
"It was a wet sound."
#HorrorWritersChat
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(Got pulled away for work, sorry!)
My favorite kind of dreamscape is a large open field like in the painting “Christina’s World”. There is something terrifying about being able to see in all directions because that means YOU can be seen.
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My favorite kind of dreamscape is a large open field like in the painting “Christina’s World”. There is something terrifying about being able to see in all directions because that means YOU can be seen.
#HorrorWritersChat
The ground gives in. You tumble down, slamming into dark waters.
You float, motionless. A titanic shadow surrounds you. Its gleaming red eye carves words in your mind.
Horror dreamscapes can be reflections of a character’s turmoil. What’s your favourite dreamscape reflection?
#HorrorWritersChat
You float, motionless. A titanic shadow surrounds you. Its gleaming red eye carves words in your mind.
Horror dreamscapes can be reflections of a character’s turmoil. What’s your favourite dreamscape reflection?
#HorrorWritersChat
February 18, 2026 at 7:48 PM
(Got pulled away for work, sorry!)
My favorite kind of dreamscape is a large open field like in the painting “Christina’s World”. There is something terrifying about being able to see in all directions because that means YOU can be seen.
#HorrorWritersChat
My favorite kind of dreamscape is a large open field like in the painting “Christina’s World”. There is something terrifying about being able to see in all directions because that means YOU can be seen.
#HorrorWritersChat
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Reflections are purely reality. Take this quote from my story ‘Nuggets’:
“A quick grit rictus into the shaving mirror. Christ All bloody Mighty. That face. Seventy-two years of it. He couldn’t remember the last time it had managed a genuine smile. Nineteen forty seven perhaps.”
Reflections are purely reality. Take this quote from my story ‘Nuggets’:
“A quick grit rictus into the shaving mirror. Christ All bloody Mighty. That face. Seventy-two years of it. He couldn’t remember the last time it had managed a genuine smile. Nineteen forty seven perhaps.”
The ground gives in. You tumble down, slamming into dark waters.
You float, motionless. A titanic shadow surrounds you. Its gleaming red eye carves words in your mind.
Horror dreamscapes can be reflections of a character’s turmoil. What’s your favourite dreamscape reflection?
#HorrorWritersChat
You float, motionless. A titanic shadow surrounds you. Its gleaming red eye carves words in your mind.
Horror dreamscapes can be reflections of a character’s turmoil. What’s your favourite dreamscape reflection?
#HorrorWritersChat
February 18, 2026 at 7:48 PM
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Reflections are purely reality. Take this quote from my story ‘Nuggets’:
“A quick grit rictus into the shaving mirror. Christ All bloody Mighty. That face. Seventy-two years of it. He couldn’t remember the last time it had managed a genuine smile. Nineteen forty seven perhaps.”
Reflections are purely reality. Take this quote from my story ‘Nuggets’:
“A quick grit rictus into the shaving mirror. Christ All bloody Mighty. That face. Seventy-two years of it. He couldn’t remember the last time it had managed a genuine smile. Nineteen forty seven perhaps.”
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#HorrorWritersChat My favorite dreamscape reflection is likely fire.
In dream analysis, a house is a parallel for your lived experience. In Such Sweet Sorrow, Rebecca's recurring dreams are of a fire tornado back-drafting through a door that pops open and screaming for help.
In dream analysis, a house is a parallel for your lived experience. In Such Sweet Sorrow, Rebecca's recurring dreams are of a fire tornado back-drafting through a door that pops open and screaming for help.
The ground gives in. You tumble down, slamming into dark waters.
You float, motionless. A titanic shadow surrounds you. Its gleaming red eye carves words in your mind.
Horror dreamscapes can be reflections of a character’s turmoil. What’s your favourite dreamscape reflection?
#HorrorWritersChat
You float, motionless. A titanic shadow surrounds you. Its gleaming red eye carves words in your mind.
Horror dreamscapes can be reflections of a character’s turmoil. What’s your favourite dreamscape reflection?
#HorrorWritersChat
February 18, 2026 at 7:49 PM
#HorrorWritersChat My favorite dreamscape reflection is likely fire.
In dream analysis, a house is a parallel for your lived experience. In Such Sweet Sorrow, Rebecca's recurring dreams are of a fire tornado back-drafting through a door that pops open and screaming for help.
In dream analysis, a house is a parallel for your lived experience. In Such Sweet Sorrow, Rebecca's recurring dreams are of a fire tornado back-drafting through a door that pops open and screaming for help.
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In The Kings Raven the witch tries to scare the character with lots of terrible horrors, but they dont work. As soon as the witch starts in on the character's anxieties, like being locked in a small room, thats where the real horrors lie.
In The Kings Raven the witch tries to scare the character with lots of terrible horrors, but they dont work. As soon as the witch starts in on the character's anxieties, like being locked in a small room, thats where the real horrors lie.
The ground gives in. You tumble down, slamming into dark waters.
You float, motionless. A titanic shadow surrounds you. Its gleaming red eye carves words in your mind.
Horror dreamscapes can be reflections of a character’s turmoil. What’s your favourite dreamscape reflection?
#HorrorWritersChat
You float, motionless. A titanic shadow surrounds you. Its gleaming red eye carves words in your mind.
Horror dreamscapes can be reflections of a character’s turmoil. What’s your favourite dreamscape reflection?
#HorrorWritersChat
February 18, 2026 at 7:50 PM
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In The Kings Raven the witch tries to scare the character with lots of terrible horrors, but they dont work. As soon as the witch starts in on the character's anxieties, like being locked in a small room, thats where the real horrors lie.
In The Kings Raven the witch tries to scare the character with lots of terrible horrors, but they dont work. As soon as the witch starts in on the character's anxieties, like being locked in a small room, thats where the real horrors lie.
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I wrote a short story called "A Bladder Full" that was based on nightmares where I can't find a place to pee and real life fears that I can't find a place to pee, then it makes it worse.
This story is basically my waking and sleeping life in horror form.
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This story is basically my waking and sleeping life in horror form.
#HorrorWritersChat
The ground gives in. You tumble down, slamming into dark waters.
You float, motionless. A titanic shadow surrounds you. Its gleaming red eye carves words in your mind.
Horror dreamscapes can be reflections of a character’s turmoil. What’s your favourite dreamscape reflection?
#HorrorWritersChat
You float, motionless. A titanic shadow surrounds you. Its gleaming red eye carves words in your mind.
Horror dreamscapes can be reflections of a character’s turmoil. What’s your favourite dreamscape reflection?
#HorrorWritersChat
February 18, 2026 at 7:51 PM
I wrote a short story called "A Bladder Full" that was based on nightmares where I can't find a place to pee and real life fears that I can't find a place to pee, then it makes it worse.
This story is basically my waking and sleeping life in horror form.
#HorrorWritersChat
This story is basically my waking and sleeping life in horror form.
#HorrorWritersChat
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#HorrorWritersChat Semblance of failure.
The ground gives in. You tumble down, slamming into dark waters.
You float, motionless. A titanic shadow surrounds you. Its gleaming red eye carves words in your mind.
Horror dreamscapes can be reflections of a character’s turmoil. What’s your favourite dreamscape reflection?
#HorrorWritersChat
You float, motionless. A titanic shadow surrounds you. Its gleaming red eye carves words in your mind.
Horror dreamscapes can be reflections of a character’s turmoil. What’s your favourite dreamscape reflection?
#HorrorWritersChat
February 18, 2026 at 7:41 PM
#HorrorWritersChat Semblance of failure.
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One of my critical inspirations for my setting is Silent Hill - where nightmares are deeply idiosyncratic, and reflect a character's guilt, trauma, and the escape they seek from what they've done. And the only exit is them confronting who they really are head on.
#HorrorWritersChat
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The ground gives in. You tumble down, slamming into dark waters.
You float, motionless. A titanic shadow surrounds you. Its gleaming red eye carves words in your mind.
Horror dreamscapes can be reflections of a character’s turmoil. What’s your favourite dreamscape reflection?
#HorrorWritersChat
You float, motionless. A titanic shadow surrounds you. Its gleaming red eye carves words in your mind.
Horror dreamscapes can be reflections of a character’s turmoil. What’s your favourite dreamscape reflection?
#HorrorWritersChat
February 18, 2026 at 7:42 PM
One of my critical inspirations for my setting is Silent Hill - where nightmares are deeply idiosyncratic, and reflect a character's guilt, trauma, and the escape they seek from what they've done. And the only exit is them confronting who they really are head on.
#HorrorWritersChat
#HorrorWritersChat
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I have a dream in book 2 where the second floor hallway of the MC’s childhood home is covered in soil instead of carpeting. And what she thinks may be worms poking their way out are actually fingers.
I have a dream in book 2 where the second floor hallway of the MC’s childhood home is covered in soil instead of carpeting. And what she thinks may be worms poking their way out are actually fingers.
The ground gives in. You tumble down, slamming into dark waters.
You float, motionless. A titanic shadow surrounds you. Its gleaming red eye carves words in your mind.
Horror dreamscapes can be reflections of a character’s turmoil. What’s your favourite dreamscape reflection?
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You float, motionless. A titanic shadow surrounds you. Its gleaming red eye carves words in your mind.
Horror dreamscapes can be reflections of a character’s turmoil. What’s your favourite dreamscape reflection?
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February 18, 2026 at 7:42 PM
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I have a dream in book 2 where the second floor hallway of the MC’s childhood home is covered in soil instead of carpeting. And what she thinks may be worms poking their way out are actually fingers.
I have a dream in book 2 where the second floor hallway of the MC’s childhood home is covered in soil instead of carpeting. And what she thinks may be worms poking their way out are actually fingers.
Reposted by J. Neira - cozy horror author & slush reader
#HorrorWritersChat Kinda? I've set part of a series in the dream world and one of my stories was based on a dream.
The hall sprouts into a forest, its trees darker than shadows.
Its hum rakes your ears. The skulking shapes leaden your legs.
They draw near. A query bursts inside you.
Are horror dreamscapes a factor in your stories? If not, how would you write a horror dreamscape?
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Its hum rakes your ears. The skulking shapes leaden your legs.
They draw near. A query bursts inside you.
Are horror dreamscapes a factor in your stories? If not, how would you write a horror dreamscape?
#HorrorWritersChat
February 18, 2026 at 7:21 PM
#HorrorWritersChat Kinda? I've set part of a series in the dream world and one of my stories was based on a dream.