Nora B. Peevy
@biteycat.bsky.social
Author, editor, submissions reader, HP Lovecraft Film Script Reader, photographer, blogger, artist, illustrator
https://substack.com/home/post/p-149177176
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Need a place to escape your relatives this weekend or to rest your weary legs after all your early holiday shopping? The Butchered Writers will be having its normal LIVE at the same time and same place. So come on by to escape your turkey relative shopping coma!
November 25, 2025 at 1:06 PM
Need a place to escape your relatives this weekend or to rest your weary legs after all your early holiday shopping? The Butchered Writers will be having its normal LIVE at the same time and same place. So come on by to escape your turkey relative shopping coma!
Don't forget to join us on TikTok for a wild ride! You never know what's going to happe.
November 15, 2025 at 2:01 PM
Don't forget to join us on TikTok for a wild ride! You never know what's going to happe.
On screen, a figure appeared at the far end. Not walking in. Coalescing, the way steam decides to become a shape and then regrets it halfway through. No face. just a head-colored absence where a face should go. No strides, only a small tilt of motion that suggested direction without committing.
October 30, 2025 at 5:20 PM
On screen, a figure appeared at the far end. Not walking in. Coalescing, the way steam decides to become a shape and then regrets it halfway through. No face. just a head-colored absence where a face should go. No strides, only a small tilt of motion that suggested direction without committing.
The more, the spookier and the better to commune with the spirits. Please join me. I will try to give as many people tarot readings as I can. Our events usually run for two hours.
October 30, 2025 at 3:12 PM
The more, the spookier and the better to commune with the spirits. Please join me. I will try to give as many people tarot readings as I can. Our events usually run for two hours.
5 Stars for my short, Carla's Curiosities in Pretend You Don't See Her from Kandisha Press.
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October 30, 2025 at 2:41 PM
5 Stars for my short, Carla's Curiosities in Pretend You Don't See Her from Kandisha Press.
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Come join The Butchered Writers for Day 28's tale, The Knock on the Door.
October 28, 2025 at 8:17 PM
Come join The Butchered Writers for Day 28's tale, The Knock on the Door.
A new horror coming out soon from The Butchered Writes Collective!
October 25, 2025 at 1:08 PM
A new horror coming out soon from The Butchered Writes Collective!
That was the night she accidentally cut herself while cooking. She was on a mostly liquid diet by then but was chopping green onion for a broth. She didn’t bleed. The fluid that came from the cut was a clear droplet of water that bubbled until it dripped down the side of her hand.
October 25, 2025 at 12:32 PM
That was the night she accidentally cut herself while cooking. She was on a mostly liquid diet by then but was chopping green onion for a broth. She didn’t bleed. The fluid that came from the cut was a clear droplet of water that bubbled until it dripped down the side of her hand.
The first scream doesn’t sound human.
It slices through the bass rattling my dashboard, a raw wire of sound that makes my skin prickle. Halloween night—fog machines coughing over lawns, skeletons twitching to motion sensors, kids shrieking in sugar-fueled hysteria.
It slices through the bass rattling my dashboard, a raw wire of sound that makes my skin prickle. Halloween night—fog machines coughing over lawns, skeletons twitching to motion sensors, kids shrieking in sugar-fueled hysteria.
October 24, 2025 at 11:05 PM
The first scream doesn’t sound human.
It slices through the bass rattling my dashboard, a raw wire of sound that makes my skin prickle. Halloween night—fog machines coughing over lawns, skeletons twitching to motion sensors, kids shrieking in sugar-fueled hysteria.
It slices through the bass rattling my dashboard, a raw wire of sound that makes my skin prickle. Halloween night—fog machines coughing over lawns, skeletons twitching to motion sensors, kids shrieking in sugar-fueled hysteria.
Join us in subscribing to our new writing collective SubStack dedicated to our horror group The Butchered Writers. We are a collective of around 30 members from around the world that publish quarterly anthologies and other side projects for the love of the genre. Free Halloween story today
October 22, 2025 at 1:38 PM
Join us in subscribing to our new writing collective SubStack dedicated to our horror group The Butchered Writers. We are a collective of around 30 members from around the world that publish quarterly anthologies and other side projects for the love of the genre. Free Halloween story today
Ghostface hovered over pig-boy with a giant blade in hand. He lifted the blade over his head as he looked down. Pig-face’s pleas carried far enough for Melissa and Sharon to hear, stopping them in their tracks. The girls looked at each other ...
October 20, 2025 at 10:11 PM
Ghostface hovered over pig-boy with a giant blade in hand. He lifted the blade over his head as he looked down. Pig-face’s pleas carried far enough for Melissa and Sharon to hear, stopping them in their tracks. The girls looked at each other ...
Come share your ghost stories with me!
October 18, 2025 at 4:39 PM
Come share your ghost stories with me!
Eventually, staff members and patrons began reporting sightings of the mysterious lady. They called her the Lady in Gray. It was after several interviews with witnesses that investigators came to the theory that the ghost was that of Louise Carpenter.
October 17, 2025 at 7:31 AM
Eventually, staff members and patrons began reporting sightings of the mysterious lady. They called her the Lady in Gray. It was after several interviews with witnesses that investigators came to the theory that the ghost was that of Louise Carpenter.
A woman wearing a Jessica Rabbit costume looked up from her phone, clearly annoyed to be taken away from her current text. “Huh? Oh, her? Nah Kim don’t even drink. She just got mesothelioma or some shit.”
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October 17, 2025 at 12:01 AM
A woman wearing a Jessica Rabbit costume looked up from her phone, clearly annoyed to be taken away from her current text. “Huh? Oh, her? Nah Kim don’t even drink. She just got mesothelioma or some shit.”
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Looking for a place to listen to short fiction, read short fiction, purchase cool horror anthologies, and curated merch from Amazon plus read interviews on horror authors and interesting horror trope articles, etc.? Head on over to:
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October 14, 2025 at 6:05 PM
Looking for a place to listen to short fiction, read short fiction, purchase cool horror anthologies, and curated merch from Amazon plus read interviews on horror authors and interesting horror trope articles, etc.? Head on over to:
thebutcheredwriters.com
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His hand dipped into his bag, pulling out a polished silver cross. Latin words spilled from his lips as he held it forward. A chant that he had learned long ago, and the force subsided. It didn’t leave entirely, but it did lessen.
October 13, 2025 at 8:27 PM
His hand dipped into his bag, pulling out a polished silver cross. Latin words spilled from his lips as he held it forward. A chant that he had learned long ago, and the force subsided. It didn’t leave entirely, but it did lessen.
Shackles appeared from hidden compartments on the tables and bound Jalen and the other participants by their hands, feet, and heads. A wave of unease flooded the operating room.
October 13, 2025 at 7:24 PM
Shackles appeared from hidden compartments on the tables and bound Jalen and the other participants by their hands, feet, and heads. A wave of unease flooded the operating room.
Each room, strategically planned, had its own theme and Mila stood in the center of the main attraction, taking it all in. Every inch of the dance room was covered in fake blood, and skeletons topped with pumpkin heads.
October 13, 2025 at 6:33 PM
Each room, strategically planned, had its own theme and Mila stood in the center of the main attraction, taking it all in. Every inch of the dance room was covered in fake blood, and skeletons topped with pumpkin heads.
Summerville was a quiet little town in Southern Indiana, with a population of about 350. Needless to say, in a town that size, there was never much going on to occupy bored teenagers throughout the year. One of the most anticipated times of the year was Halloween. Every year, the town went all out.
October 12, 2025 at 8:55 PM
Summerville was a quiet little town in Southern Indiana, with a population of about 350. Needless to say, in a town that size, there was never much going on to occupy bored teenagers throughout the year. One of the most anticipated times of the year was Halloween. Every year, the town went all out.
“So, I see you’ve been out to the market fair again,” the oven snapped. “Dragging more useless junk in here. What’s that thing? A flipping toaster oven? A bleeding blender?!
“We’re not going to use them,” Cassie said defensively. “They’re just for decoration.”
“We’re not going to use them,” Cassie said defensively. “They’re just for decoration.”
October 12, 2025 at 8:20 PM
“So, I see you’ve been out to the market fair again,” the oven snapped. “Dragging more useless junk in here. What’s that thing? A flipping toaster oven? A bleeding blender?!
“We’re not going to use them,” Cassie said defensively. “They’re just for decoration.”
“We’re not going to use them,” Cassie said defensively. “They’re just for decoration.”