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AM Sutter @amsutter.com · 25/09/2026

Hiking in Vermont- where you can be weird in the woods and not be judged (except by dogs...and maybe a few newts)

AM Sutter @amsutter.com · 01/08/2026

Look at this gorgeous art in Waxen Magazine's Summer edition. Stunning pieces for each story (I screamed at mine!) and hand-bound. If you want one, catch it on www.waxen.org/store when it goes up for sale later today. #booksky #indie

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AM Sutter @amsutter.com · 23/07/2026

Want to read a ton of amazing stories (and mine!)? Flame Tree Publishing is putting Folklore and Horror up for preorder. Catch it now for 25% off!

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AM Sutter @amsutter.com · 18/07/2026

It's somehow both rainy and hot, but a very good day for reading. ...too bad my dog is in the way and very, very illiterate.

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AM Sutter @amsutter.com · 10/04/2026

You're telling me not only I get to appear in Flame Tree Publishing's folklore horror anthology with a bunch of amazing writers but that I also get to be in the same pages as @ramseycampbell.bsky.social?!!!! Do you think he'd sign a copy for me? #horror #anthology #upcomingreleases #booksky

Picture of the cover of "folklore horror" which is composed of a black frame, wispy white lines and drawings of leaves around it, and a central green rectangle with the title of the book and a golden stag silhouette

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AM Sutter @amsutter.com · 09/04/2026

Can't begin to express how much I love this little guy courtesy of @bedky.bsky.social. They did such an amazing job bringing it to life! #artwork #horror #artsky #incredible

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AM Sutter @amsutter.com · 19/02/2026

Out of the darkness unfolded a massive leg. Wynn remembered what Rawiya had told her before handing her the key. That the darkness was hungry. Rawiya hadn’t told her that it became what it had eaten. #horrorlit #booksky #speclit #writing #horror #amwriting #wipsnip

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AM Sutter @amsutter.com · 14/02/2026

Long ago, Amar had tried to keep the wiring going on inside the tall buildings. He’d stopped trying after Zuri’s mother passed. Now, the interior crouched low and close around them like the den of some mystical beast. #horrorlit #booksky #speclit #writing #horror #amwriting #wipsnips

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AM Sutter @amsutter.com · 13/02/2026

This, the empty lower deck.The only smells that drifted through the cabin were the stink of standing water, the slow rot of damp things.His humans weren’t here. They weren’t here at all. He supposed they weren’t anywhere, anymore. #horrorlit #booksky #speclit #writing #horror #amwriting #wipsnips

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AM Sutter @amsutter.com · 11/02/2026

Ida pressed flat against a tree, her skirt and shirt melding into the bark. With her large, blue eyes framed in her heart-shaped face, she looked like a nocturnal bird of prey. A startled owl, a hungry nighthawk. “Be still,” Ida whispered. #horrorlit #booksky #speclit #writing #horror #amwriting

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AM Sutter @amsutter.com · 09/02/2026

‪𝘖𝘯𝘦, 𝘵𝘸𝘰, 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘴. Li hated the children’s ditty. 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦, 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳, 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳. 𝘍𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘴𝘪𝘹, 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴. Things narrowed so quickly in the caves. 𝘚𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯, 𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦. 𝘕𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘵𝘦𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯. #horrorlit #booksky #speclit #writing #horror #amwriting

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AM Sutter @amsutter.com · 08/02/2026

Sometimes, Corey didn’t know why he got angry, but sometimes he did. 𝘚𝘮𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴, 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴, 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺. #horrorlit #booksky #speclit #writing #horror #amwriting #amwritinghorror

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AM Sutter @amsutter.com · 07/02/2026

Just finished my horror novel, "What We Lock Behind the Gates" Before diving into editing and taking in all my amazing beta reader feedback, I'm celebrating by posting some introductions to my characters here. And just remember: 𝘞𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 #horrorlit #booksky #speclit #writing

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AM Sutter @amsutter.com · 31/01/2026

Still can't believe I get the chance to be part of this amazing collection! My story, "Goodbye, Brielle," explores gender roles through letters sent about the Bermuda Triangle during WWI. Check out "No Gods No Masters" from Sans Press! www.sanspress.com/shop #anthology #horror #scifi #newrelease

Picture of the front cover of Sans Press's "No Gods No Masters," which depicts two rats eating a slice of pizza on a blanket

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AM Sutter @amsutter.com · 07/12/2025

Was locked out of my account for a few days (remembering passwords is so HARD, but am very thrilled to be part of the Behind the Revolving Doors Volume II Anthology! #release #horror #speculativefiction #writing #newrelease.

A Blank blue Wall with a quickly spinning set of revolving doors set within it. The title reads "Behind the Revolving Door: An Anthology of Choices Volume II

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AM Sutter @amsutter.com · 29/09/2025

@mythaxis.bsky.social has been such an incredible magazine to work with, and I'm so proud to say my story, "Murmurations," is out now in the Autumn 2025 issue. Go check it out, along with all of the amazing stories I get to appear alongside. mythaxis.co.uk/issue-43/mur...

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AM Sutter @amsutter.com · 07/09/2025

So honored to be named one of the cover authors for Inkd Publishing's Cthulhu Dreams Anthology! You can support with the kickstarter below or by just getting a copy when it's released to read all the amazing stories in it! #writing #Cthulhu #anthologies #horror www.kickstarter.com/projects/ink...

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AM Sutter @amsutter.com · 29/08/2025

It's finally here! @gravesidepress.bsky.social's What Lurks Anthology is out now. So extremely excited to be part of this amazing cryptid anthology! Check out my story "Crack Open the Shell." #writingcommunity #horror #cryptids #anthologies #newreleases

Hand drawn cover showing a monster and two skulls with the title "What Lurks: A Cryptid Anthology"

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AM Sutter @amsutter.com · 23/08/2025

So lucky to have finally visited Mount Rainier! Beautiful in every way. #protectourplanet #nationalparks #protectourparks #mountrainier

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AM Sutter @amsutter.com · 16/08/2025

Look at this handsome friend we met today on our walk❤️ We also met a spider that looked like bird poop, but my camera was too overcome by its beauty that it refused to take a clear picture. #naturerocks #protectourearth #hiking #nature

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AM Sutter @amsutter.com · 08/07/2025

Up in Maine celebrating the release of Courtesan's Eye by @hyerssmith.com. If you haven't already ordered it, you should!!! #writingcommunity #book #newreleases #fantasy

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AM Sutter @amsutter.com · 15/03/2025

While I like to think my inner animal would be something cool, like a bear or a hawk, I know deep down that it is this dumb pigeon just trying get birdseed from a feeder designed for finches #hardtruths

Large pigeon struggling to balance on a tiny bird feeder

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AM Sutter @amsutter.com · 28/02/2025

Happy release date for Howl by @gravesidepress.bsky.social! Very honored to have my story as part of this! Pick up yours at books2read.com/HowlAntho #writingcommunity #horror #anthology

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AM Sutter @amsutter.com · 26/02/2025

On a scale of 1 to 10 on the excitement scale, I am at a 100 for the release of @kreesullivan.bsky.social's #blackblood!!!! Out April 1st - mark your calendar, people🎉

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AM Sutter @amsutter.com · 04/01/2025

Architectural and Mechanical shenaniganery today in "How to Build a Haunted House." Thanks for these fun prompts @wipsnips.bsky.social ! #AmWriting #WritingCommunity #Writers #Authors #WriteSky #WritingPrompts

“Maybe we should try therapy,” Oliver says, in lieu of any sort of greeting.
“Now’s not a good time.” She watches the mechanical winch lift the chandelier higher. It’s nearly to the three-story-high ceiling. “You know that.”
Marco escorts Jasmine and Destiny out, and Katya forces a smile and a wave to the couple.
“Will you consider it, at least?” Oliver’s voice quavers, as if he’s not sure he wants to know if she’ll say yes. The funk of their relationship woes hangs over her like a ghost. Why can’t things be as easy as they seem to be for Destiny and Jasmine?
Destiny mouths something as she walks by. Katya freezes for a moment. Haunted. Is that what she said?
Then Katya’s mind catches up, and she realizes Destiny was mouthing highlight. Highlight of her day.

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AM Sutter @amsutter.com · 23/12/2024

Feels good to get back into these! Another #WIPSnip from "Crop Rotation," a short story about siblings struggling on a farm with monstrous plants. #AmWriting #WritingCommunity #Writers #Authors #WriteSky #WritingPrompts

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AM Sutter @amsutter.com · 14/12/2024

Hold up-let me put on my best David Attenborough *Ahem* Behold, the majestic Shih Tzu, genetically closest related to the common ancestor of the wolf. This is why evolution is important, guys. #probbodoggo #dogsofbluesky

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AM Sutter @amsutter.com · 14/12/2024

ANNIHILATION x HER BODY AND OTHER PARTIES 13 Tales of Horror including: An eldritch furniture store World War I letters from the Bermuda Triangle Someone hungrier than the wendigo Chthulhu's bones Abandoned theme parks And a Killer Way to eat oysters in CRACK OPEN THE SHELL #WIPPIT #H #A #FBW

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AM Sutter @amsutter.com · 13/12/2024

#FriYay indeed! For today's #WIPSnips, a story I'm working on about sibling devotion...and also crop monsters. #amwriting #WritingCommunity #writers #authors #WriteSky #WritingPrompts

“Lottie, what’s wrong?” The nickname pulled her smile down.
“I think we need to consider the future of the farm, Noah.”
He swallowed back the next joke and nodded. Pausing, he finally forced out what he had been thinking but hadn’t wanted to voice. “We might need to think about selling.”
“What?” The shock on her face wasn’t unexpected. The anger was.
“Lottie, I think, maybe….We just need to consider—something.”
The shift in her mood was a frost, freezing the room and the crops outside. “You’d just give up on all of this then?”
A thunderstorm swept through him. “What do you mean?”
“You’d just abandon what Mom and Dad built?” He tore out of the house before he said something to her that he’d regret later.
He slammed the screen door behind him and was halfway through the soybean plots before he calmed down enough to stop. Wincing, he lifted his boot off of a trampled plant and reached down to see if he could salvage the broken leaves.
The bean pods rustled, though Noah couldn’t feel any breeze. He leaned toward the plant but didn’t get too close; he didn’t want a face full of grasshoppers or moths. Somewhere in the distance—muted—he thought he could hear muttering. The burnt-bark smell of the bean plants made him a little dizzy, and he crouched lower to try to get the feeling to pass. The murmuring grew louder the closer he got to the ground.
One of the pods split open, and the voices tumbled out into the air, clamoring for dominance.
Instead of beans, the hull cradled rotten, shrunken skulls. They writhed and grunted, bumping into each other and shifting for space in the narrow bed. Skin stretched and tore as they groaned; muscle pulled taut and snapped, unhinging miniature jaws. He gasped, and the heads turned toward him. Clouded eyes stared at him, and the words grew in volume. If he listened close enough, they sounded like a television left on in another room, like if he paid enough attention, he would be able to make out what they were saying.
Noah sho…

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AM Sutter @amsutter.com · 12/12/2024

This #WIPSnip is from "All the Pretty Little Horses," which will be appearing in Illustrated Worlds Magazine Spring Issue 2025 #amwriting #WritingCommunity #writers #authors #WritingPrompts #WriteSky

Her computer flashed an alert, and she paused to open the app and download the videos. She wondered what had wandered by the camera the night before. Maybe a fox or racoon. Sam had even caught a night heron once on the mount set up overlooking the bay. Whichever camera had spied the unknown animal, Sam knew it wasn’t the bog view. She wasn’t even sure why Maya had set one up there.
Sam hadn’t questioned Maya’s sudden interest in nature. When Maya had set up all the cameras half a year ago, Sam figured she’d picked up a new hobby and tried to be supportive. Now, with Maya gone, she found herself continuing her wife’s tradition of checking the cameras every morning. Sam had always found the glimpses of wildlife interesting; they acted differently when they didn’t know someone was watching. Maya, on the other hand, always seemed dissatisfied.
“What are you looking for, then?” Sam had asked.
“Not sure,” Maya had answered, and then she had walked out four months ago in the middle of the night and disappeared. Dev — seven years old and barely able to walk to the bus stop on his own — had followed soon after.

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AM Sutter @amsutter.com · 06/12/2024

And for today's #WIPSnips, an excerpt from the story "Finch's Daughters," a ghost story about those often ignored. #protectallnotsomewomen #amwriting #writingcommunity #writers #authors #writingprompts #writesky

Finch’s youngest had been found drowned in the clawfoot bathtub one morning after a particularly raucous party. The suspect list was long; the search for her murderer, short. A cold case from the start, the book said, with too many jilted lovers.
Evangeline thought of the bathtub and the feeling on her hand a few hours ago. She wanted the house filled with noise and warm bodies. It was hard to be haunted if you were distracted, she assumed.
“I think I’ll get the invites out soon. Should be easy to get the room done and the party organized by next month.”
Julia pursed her lips and set her own book down to stare at Evangeline. “You’re acting ridiculous,” she complained.
“And how, exactly, am I acting?”
“Like a rich bitch—and no one likes those.”
Seething but shamed, Evangeline remained silent and stood up. She was sure Julia would call her out on her tantrum, but she didn’t care at this point. Closing the book to put it back and leave, she caught the last sentence in Finch’s chapter.
The crime photos had been printed in the newspapers, unheard of for that time and society. But people had whispered that was the least scandalous thing Finch’s youngest had done and the least of what she deserved.
After all, hadn’t she wanted all eyes on her?

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AM Sutter @amsutter.com · 03/12/2024

This #WipSnips comes from "Wood for the Trees," which appears in @gravesidepress.bsky.social's Soul anthology! #amwriting #writingcommunity #writers #authors #writingprompts #WriteSky

She saw the first hiker just as her campfire was starting to blaze. The boy appeared at the edge of her vision, the forest dark and creaking behind him, and leaned his head into the halo of light. She couldn’t make out more than the idea of his body — scrawny like a sapling — but his face was all too visible.
Red and blistered, skin pulled tight against cheek bones. His eyebrows had been singed off, his lips charred; he'd been freshly burned. But he didn’t seem to notice, instead staring at the flaming logs of her growing fire.
Mari startled to her feet, a choked hey slipping past strained vocal chords, and let her cooking iron fall to the dirt by her boots. The child looked up briefly, but his attention returned right back to the flames as they hungrily licked and drooled against the dry wood. She didn’t think he should be so focused on something so small, not on burning twigs, not when she thought his hair might still be smoldering. Though maybe it was a trick of the dark.

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AM Sutter @amsutter.com · 01/12/2024

Today's #WIPSnips is from a story about buildings that become crabs. Because that is a *very* normal thing to write about. #amwriting #writingcommunity #writers #authors #WriteSky #writingprompts

They crouch under an overpass, attempting to catch their collective breath as Naomi rubs her swelling leg. While Amy curls over herself, Naomi opens her sketchpad as a distraction, the delicate pages somehow surviving what so many people haven’t. Amy looks over at the scratch of pencil on paper.

“My daughter likes to draw,” Amy says, in lieu of other conversation. She doesn’t want to talk about the lumbering buildings in the distance, doesn’t want to bring up Greg’s mangled remains. She doesn’t want to think about the constant rumbling beneath their feet, a heartbeat of the earth. “She likes a lot of the same things you do.”

Naomi glances up from her drawing. Her hand is trembling but the pencil seems steady. “Oh?” she offers.

“I don’t get a lot of what she likes.” Amy scrubs a hand across her mouth and shrugs out of her blazer. The back is sticky with sweat and dust. There is a stiff brown stain over one shoulder. She ignores it and ignores the way she is telling all this to a woman she’s never spoken to outside of work hours. “I think that’s why we don’t get along.”

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AM Sutter @amsutter.com · 30/11/2024

These are fun! From a short story "Killdeer Tower," which is coming out in @eddiegenerous.bsky.social Midnight Exhibit Vol 4 in January!

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AM Sutter @amsutter.com · 29/11/2024

Trying to be hip with the WIPSnips. From a short story about an eldritch furniture store. Side note: does anyone else get freaked out and lost in those like me? #amwriting #writingcommunity #writers #authors #writesky

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