Diane M. Johnson
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Writer of horror. Fan of the supernatural (and Supernatural). Think twice before you DM me. If it’s phishy it’s block-worthy. HWA member. #ScriptSky #HorrorSky #IndieHorror #BookSky Find me through Linktree: https://linktr.ee/dianemjohnsonauthor
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Let’s share our work! Here’s my #PerfectProphet trilogy. A death metal atheist with a surprising gift becomes a Satanist’s target.

#SatanicPanic #horror

In the 2nd book, the MC becomes the target of a #Christian #cult.

Book 3’s theme? Redemption for the antagonist.

www.amazon.com/Perfect-Prop...
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If you ever wondered if your art was valuable, the people who are stealing it for profit sure think so
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If you're looking to fill your October with tales that will haunt you, #ChoicesAnthology is one of the best books you can buy

These stories will stay with me for the rest of my life, and I'm sure you'll carry them for the rest of yours, too
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#ChoicesAnthology is the collective scream of people of marginalized genders facing the control and theft of our reproductive rights, filled with stories of terror, tragedy, resistance, and revenge

Grab your copy today books2read.com/u/3JYo9Q
Red paint background with the cover for Choices: An Anthology of Reproductive Horror on the left. The cover lists the editor, Dianna Gunn, the author of the foreward, Alex Woodroe, and the names of the authors: R Haven, Ondine Mayor, Enoli Lee, Ash Vale, Justine White, Kelli Etheridge, Ava Victoria Black, Allay Rei, Soyam Siddha, Sam Rosewilde, A.H. Davison, Meg Calendaria, KT Wagner, Anne Wilkins, Bogi Takacs, Amanda Cecelia Lang, Elise Scott, Mia Dalia, Raluca Balasa. 

The right side says: “As the horrors close in around us, we turn to story to process our fears, our desires, and our futures. In Choices: An Anthology of Reproductive Horror, nineteen writers whose reproductive rights are under threat explore the stories of those who, like them, have had their choices stolen from them.
These stories serve as a reminder of the power of choice and the importance of fighting for every human’s right to choose their own future.”
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"Did you enjoy your first time at the Nauti Secret Dungeon?"
#WriterSky #WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #CurrentWIP #SwitchItUpDuet
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The #WIPSnips word for October 8th is "dungeon"

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
#WIPSnips a bluesky writing community tag
October 8 - dungeon
Share a line from your WIP with the daily word for inspiration
Use #WIPSnips. Don't forget Alt Text for graphics
Synonyms, variation and vibes are fine.
Support others on the #WIPSnips tag!
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Today is a day when arts degrees are worthless, but the product of those degrees is so valuable it would kill an entire industry if they were made to pay for it.
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So, a search on the #WIPSnips hashtag isn’t working for a lot of people. I got lucky with some scrolling. But if engagement feels down, that’s probably why.

Anyway, I worked the word in yesterday.
Joe steps out, toward the crowd of discontents, me thinking he's rattled and about to make a fool of himself. "Listen to you all, wishing I was thrown in some dungeon with you swallowing down the key. I hope you don’t choke on it. I really do. Because Josephine does not have your best interests at heart."
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Sorry, took a while to look up original poster, she deserves the credit for the video
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CW: protester being struck in the head by a pepper ball

Footage I took earlier of the moment Reverend David Black, a regular protester outside of the Broadview Detention Center, was shot in the head with a pepper ball by ICE agents on the roof of the facility.
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ICYMI: For the next installment in my “One-and-Done” Slasher series, I headed back to Canada for CURTAINS, which is a weirdly disjointed movie that I still find endlessly fascinating. Check it out here:
One-and-Done Slashers: Curtains (1983)
Exploring horror, film, and pop culture, all while celebrating the creators, history, and artistry that keep the genre alive.
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Safe is relative, of course …

From ‘The Big Feat’.

#WiPSnips
Lifting his lantern, Gebill made his way closer to the berths where, in the morning, if any ship's captain didn’t want to have a stern letter written to the harbourmaster, ships would begin the laborious business of moving things from the ships onto the dock and from the dock onto the ships. It was a circular life, but it did make people money, he supposed. Of course, the lantern made no difference at all to the fog. It swallowed the light, giving the shifting vapours the strangest of shapes in the surface, but he liked the light. It almost made him feel safe in a city where feeling safe was somewhat of a luxury.
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When you're trying to convince your client that your guard isn't a ridiculous oaf #WIPSnips #WIP #AmWriting #WritingPrompts #Writers #Writing #Authors #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #FantasySky #DarkFantasy
“Win is a competent guard,” I said. “I couldn’t do my job without him.”
“She flatters,” Win said without taking his eyes off the sky. “She actually only keeps me around because I’m so pretty.”
Tova’s gaze shifted back to me. “I don’t doubt he is.” 
“See?” Win preened. “Even Tova thinks I’m pretty.”
“Gods,” I muttered. “Don’t judge him by his ridiculous sense of humor. He’ll make sure we stay safe. That’s his job.”
“I wasn’t joking,” Win complained.
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#WIPSnips *safe*
Grandma Cat with the backhanded compliment.
#lesfic #sapphic
Cat cupped her jaw. “You’ll find your person.” Lusa reluctantly allowed herself to be pulled in for a hug. “And I fear for the safety anyone who tries to stop you.”
caseyadamsstark.bsky.social
I know I’ve shared this before, but it’s a perfect passage for the day’s #WIPSnips
I descend into the spacious back seat of Tiny's vehicle with hope that the two of them will drop clues pertaining to the adventure that seems to have left them breathless, and they do. "I told you, when Mars goes retrograde expect trouble."

"What kind of trouble?"

"The accident kind. And in your chart, that kind of accident might not be an accident, if you know what I mean."

Anne clearly doesn’t, judging by the slight shake of her head. Tiny has a cigarette dangling between her lips. She reaches for her dashboard lighter when it pops out, ready for use, but Anne slaps the hand away. "Those things are bad for you. And obviously you were wrong, because here we are, safe and sound."

"I figured it out. There's a trine in today’s chart. I forgot to factor in the trine."

"What’s a trine?"

"Don’t worry about it."
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From the sequel - seeing how the MMC rises to the “pinch” of the story. This section needs a lot of work but I’m excited to dig in and rework after alpha feedback!
My gut wrenches. I can’t solve the hurt she’s feeling, but at least I can be there for her, hold her, and let her know she’s safe and loved as long as she’s with me.
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The Haunting of Kenmore Asylum by JJ Carpenter
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- haunted asylum in Australia
- set at an actual location
- multiple timelines across different decades with an interconnected story
- gorgeous and unsettling atmosphere
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For the time being. Thanks 😊
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Just a short one today.

From ‘The Big Feat’.

#WiPSnips
“Thee tell me, lass. Does thy want me to find thy young fella or not?” Murple moved to her chair, which squeaked, painfully, as she sat down, taking a draw from her pipe. “It was thee as came to me, as I recall.”

“Yes. Well. Can you find him? I desperately miss my beloved and wish him to return to our marital home.” She played the bereft wife so well, but she showed her true self better next. “So I can cut off his jewellery and hang them in the stables.”
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Fairy tale creatures also experience hangovers #WIPSnips #WIP #AmWriting #WritingPrompts #Writers #Writing #Authors #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #FantasySky #Romantasy #AuthorSky #AmQuerying
A vaguely female creature shaped almost exactly like a mushroom blinks at me with wet, glazed eyes before laying her spotted head down on the wooden table very close to a puddle of something I cannot and do not wish to identify. A tall man with skin like a birch tree lays sprawled and silent on the floor half under one of the tables. I guess I missed the party.
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“Listen, get someone over here to pick up this garbage. There’s two button men in my Sikorsky S-38. Orange paint job, says ‘Lily’ on the side. Their accomplice is at the end of the dock. Little blond twerp with lock picks, you can’t miss him.”
#WIPSnips #DistantLands
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It’s Monday after a night with sciatica. Yay! Anyway, here’s the #WIPSnips for miss. I’ll fix that typo eventually…
"What—what did you touch?"

"I didn’t touch anything."

I find the ladies still in the hidden room, peering out of the entrance that is now open. Anne takes caution to lean out, eyes following the beam of her torch for any movement in the shadows. And she just misses it, the escape of the one likely responsible for the clown car's flat tires.
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He lied about Los Angeles too.
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Sometimes my mind gets blown all over again, amazed and grateful at the books we’re allowed to shepherd into this fucked up world, that hopefully help to make it less fucked up, yet infinitely more wonderfully Weird🖤☠️

Get Weird with us.
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The class system rears its ugly head as Murple enfigures …

From ‘The Big Feat’.

#WiPSnips
“I’ve not as finished, your ladyship.” Pointing the tip of her long, white pipe at the noble, Murple raised her eyebrows to end the unseemly interruption. “Thee jewellery is fake. Thy hasn’t once checked to make of certainty as thee money hasn’t been stolen and, moreover, thy’s wearing two different shoes. I put it to thee, Lady Matliz, that thy husband is nowt but a young lad as has spent the majority of thee fortune and had it away on his heels with the young lass as usually does thee hair. And thy wants me to find him. Am I right?”

She allowed the woman to come to the realisation that she wasn’t dealing with some thick Headwarder, it often came as a shock to those that placed great importance on people knowing their place in the world and sticking to it, but Murple didn’t put much store in the class system. She walked where she walked and she talked how she talked. If others placed her in a lowly category just because of the way she looked and spoke, it often meant they underestimated her, which was far better than overestimating her because she was the type to take that overestimate and try her damndest to prove it an underestimate.

“How could a woman of your … standing possibly know all that? Am I not mistaken? You do hail from Yoikshuh, after all? I mean. It’s right there in the name.” The noblewoman tried to rescue her dignity by going on the attack, but it was like being attacked by a flightless duck that hadn’t learned to climb stairs. Murple’s dignity was far above her. Yet still she tried. “‘Oik’?”