“The Reaper, a junk food loving, poetry reading, cigarette-addicted entity, has no time to waste as he searches for a suitable successor who would become Death for the next millennium.” Newer book than I usual for the book covers but felt a bit festive. 💀🎄
December 24, 2025 at 6:25 AM
“The Reaper, a junk food loving, poetry reading, cigarette-addicted entity, has no time to waste as he searches for a suitable successor who would become Death for the next millennium.” Newer book than I usual for the book covers but felt a bit festive. 💀🎄
On that note--it might not be a bad idea to call your elected officials and demand that the USPS be properly funded. The current administration's haphazard cuts and poor treatment of federal workers has had an impact, which is becoming more evident every day.
We've received word that USPS didn't bother to unbundle a whole state's copies to distribute them to the right addresses and all papers for that state hit one address. This is the kind of thing we are dealing with on The End Times. We will always work to serve our readers, but we ask your patience.
December 20, 2025 at 3:59 PM
On that note--it might not be a bad idea to call your elected officials and demand that the USPS be properly funded. The current administration's haphazard cuts and poor treatment of federal workers has had an impact, which is becoming more evident every day.
THE MOOR: Decades after a child killer is finally caught, those left behind continue to search for the victims' bodies in a foreboding giant moor. UK folk horror doesn't pull punches and this moody slowburn (that eventually escalates to panic) is no exception. Grade = B+. (Tubi)
December 21, 2025 at 11:24 PM
THE MOOR: Decades after a child killer is finally caught, those left behind continue to search for the victims' bodies in a foreboding giant moor. UK folk horror doesn't pull punches and this moody slowburn (that eventually escalates to panic) is no exception. Grade = B+. (Tubi)
I’m always saying the same shit and I mean it every time. In the age of soulless AI slop, nothing matters more than your voice, so write/create whatever makes you happy. Make it weird. Make it dark. Make it queer. Make it surreal, diverse, sexy. Make it political as fuck. Do YOU.
December 13, 2025 at 6:07 PM
I’m always saying the same shit and I mean it every time. In the age of soulless AI slop, nothing matters more than your voice, so write/create whatever makes you happy. Make it weird. Make it dark. Make it queer. Make it surreal, diverse, sexy. Make it political as fuck. Do YOU.
I hope someone draws this wonderful story about Tom Stoppard's Arcadia and the power of the arts to help us see things differently, to the attention of our Education Secretary. Do read it, it will lift your spirits.
December 2, 2025 at 10:59 AM
I hope someone draws this wonderful story about Tom Stoppard's Arcadia and the power of the arts to help us see things differently, to the attention of our Education Secretary. Do read it, it will lift your spirits.
your whole office might want to vote. whole fleet. family. squad. class reunions love to be pulled into this kind stuff. small town? big enough to vote. big city? they're just a series of connected small towns. mailing list? discussion board? everyone at the mailbox? people on your plane?
your whole office might want to vote. whole fleet. family. squad. class reunions love to be pulled into this kind stuff. small town? big enough to vote. big city? they're just a series of connected small towns. mailing list? discussion board? everyone at the mailbox? people on your plane?
Self promo is my bane; it makes me feel like an immense tit when I post stuff about my writing (thanks to upbringing - never blow your own horn), but it is increasingly apparent that all it means is that I'm utterly invisible as a writer...
So, anyway.
I have books and stories out there.
November 19, 2025 at 9:05 AM
Self promo is my bane; it makes me feel like an immense tit when I post stuff about my writing (thanks to upbringing - never blow your own horn), but it is increasingly apparent that all it means is that I'm utterly invisible as a writer...