monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 28/07/2026Any #horror magazines looking for #shortstory or #art #submissions? #writer #author #artist 040
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 16/06/2026I miss a time I never truly Lived in I was inside a house But the window Was too high up The tears too salty And frequent and Pointless I have tears now But these are Profound Dark and deep Because I’m tall enough To reach that window sill And see outside I’m just too late #poetry #poem #now 030
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 12/04/2026Hey all! I’ve written a few horror short stories and was wondering where I could submit them. Any guidance is greatly appreciated. #shortstory #submissions #author #horror #write 010
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 24/08/2025I own a thin thread With a tiny little charm Of a blue-ringed eye That promised me no harm The cord just began to fray And the bead’s pulling at the seam Oh no, the string snapped! Please help m— [insert scream]! #poem #poetry #write #author #evileye 010
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 03/08/2025August is the longest Sunday. #write #writing #poetry 000
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 31/07/2025A home devoid of art is the most haunted of houses. #writing #write #art 020
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 16/07/2025What if You fail What if You shatter What if You can’t put yourself Back together again Just like we said What if We told you so What if We die Or you do Or you lose everything You ever worked for What if what if what if You’re wrong So wrong #poem #poetry #poet 0120
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 15/07/2025I remember it Like it is tomorrow Because anxiety is The most persistent Of beasts #poem #poetry #poet 0110
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 19/06/2025Please let me forget The good ones So I have no comparison #poem #poetry #writing 040
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 24/05/2025My hobbies are my friends. So every time I paint or draw or write or scribble or read, know that I am in good company. Though, sometimes when my brain slows down & the clouds gather a little too close, the brush or pen or book are just what they are & I search for a warm voice or hand with no luck. 000
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 11/05/2025A stacked tower will fall When all the kings are pulled Jokers, Aces, Jacks Will be the mattress of A rubbled deck That they land on #writing #poem #poetry #write 072
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 09/05/2025Anywhere But here Take me Anywhere but here And not in that poppy Happy escapist kind of way I do not Want to be here Where I’m a monster By association So take me Anywhere But here #poem #poetry #write #writing 030
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 06/05/2025The ashes are not my mom’s. Not my father’s. Or either of their parents’. They’re not of cousins or thinner branches of my family tree. The urn sits on my bookcase all day and practically all night. In the morning, it’s sideways, cover off, relocated to the floor. 1/2 #write #writing #cat 110
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 25/04/2025I need a late summer carnival Smell of burning sugar Sound of tinkling bells Taste of powdered sugar at the corners of your mouth Sight of warm red and yellow against dark blue horizon Teetering between refreshing breezes and shattering thunder claps Boom bang crash #poem #poetry #writing #write 140
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 25/04/2025I hope you’re on The other side of this The waves are crashing Like the Empire’s demise I can’t hear you The fog is thick As Jericho’s walls And I can’t see you I hope you’re on The other side God I hope you’re on The other side of this #poem #writing #poetry #write 150
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 18/04/2025“The Voice of Silence” pulls me in like a vacuum and it’s there, there in the darkest of the darkness, that I commune with the others who also found themselves out of the warmth of the dining room, without a seat at the table. #writing #art #magritte 051
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 14/04/2025Are the nightmares Nightmares If they come back every day? (Eyes swollen & wide Heart pumping & lungs Shriveling) Or are the nightmares Dreams That I’ll always wake Too early from Just before good part happens? Am I too scared to see the good part? #write #poem #poetry 040
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 12/04/2025Let freedom ring Like the sponge ping pong Ball in my skull It’s old and tired And growing more And more dull Let freedom ring Its hollow Dull Clunking R5 @quickquill.bsky.social 021
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 12/04/2025My head hit the keyboard & the email sent. I only found out thirty minutes later after Mr. Wells tapped my shoulder & threw an empty box in my cubicle. The drool created canals in the crevices between the letters. My mouse floated like a boat on a lake. You’re done here. R4 @quickquill.bsky.social 032
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 12/04/2025To be so powerful to ignore currents, to float with safety of wires above & stone below, to sway & wobble but still remain unfazed, to connect the masses like artery, vein, or spine, to fear no wind, no crash of wave Call me when you get there Call me when you’re over R2 @quickquill.bsky.social 021
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 12/04/2025Coffee caught in her pull, keys swirled soon after, the smell of rose & gas clashed & flooded the outer limits of her being. Paper, laptop, clips, & that emergency lipstick towed in aftermath, her pits soaked, a caffeinated blotch grew on her blouse like a widening eye. R1 @quickquill.bsky.social 111
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 11/04/2025Oh to disappear forever, lose yourself in a watery eye, become anew in other places, but die for those who asked you “why?” #poetry #writing #write #poem 070
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 05/04/2025Berta had a method for her madness. #Toes & fingers had their own jars. Digits were digits, she thought, but sometimes she wasn’t ready for the funk when unsealing the toenailed treats. She collected the moonpups bc they were ferocious & cuddly. Some grew strong and bulky & she would ride them. #vss 000
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 05/04/2025Clink ice. #Drink: nice. Blink thrice. Mink? Price?! Slink…slice…shrink… Mice! #vssdaily #write #writing 020
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 04/04/2025Thunder cracked when my #child left. The door blew open as if trying to be symbolic. The gust that entered stole the flame from my candles before I could wish to be twelve again. I felt old. My fingernails yellowed slightly. My spine started to bend like a candy cane. #vss #fiction #writing #write 010
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 02/04/2025Sharpen, sharpen, sharpen the skill so that one day you may slice through the thick hide of the Beast and see the light for a goddamn change. Breathing in the golden rays of well-deserved praise is far better than the dank, tight sadness inside the Belly. #writing #write #new 020
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 02/04/2025I cut the heads off flowers today. I was sitting in a field with heavy, steel scissors & I snip-snapped my way through the plants & then my fingers, & arms & bones. I confettied my skin and cubed my muscle into bite-size chunks & scattered myself among the bulbs & blades. #writing #write #spring 010
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 29/03/2025The Bigfoot left the woods shaking his head. It sat down in the camping chair opposite mine & put its massive hands over the fire to warm them. He crossed his hairy arms, leaned back, &, in a voice not so different from my own, said, “What the fuck is going on here?” #writing #fiction #write 010
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 27/03/2025I live in each word of this sentence, the curves of each letter, the dots above i’s, the crossroads of t’s. #writing #write #poetry #author 020
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 15/03/2025The books! Oh, the books. He built towers and arches and echoey chambers with dictionaries and fictions and all of the bibles. He lived within it and marinated in his literary confinement. One day, after making a bookshelf of books, his head felt lighter… #quickquill r4 1/2 131
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 15/03/2025the river behind my house is all i need to live: its peaceful gurgle as the water enrobes the rocks and branches in its water, its white waters that sound like ocean when it engorges itself on rain, its swiftness & agility that carry the 1000s of loose teeth I’ve collected out to sea. #quickquill r2 051
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 15/03/2025Darkness oozed from her like when my spoon punctured the lava cake we shared on our first date. It made a mess of the plate, but its taste was obsessive and satisfying. Her darkness, which was what her whole being was, consumed and coated me, sweet and devastating. #quickquill r1 152
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 10/03/2025Push me down a flight of stairs so that I may see the Fall. #writing 000
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 07/03/2025He’s looking at me, It said to the other, pointing to the man in the bed. They’re here again, the man said to his dozing wife, staring into the darkest corner of their room. #writing #fiction #horror 020
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 07/03/2025I would enjoy a life without punctuation, without question marks, without periods, or exclamation points,,,I would love more commas, though, a pause here and there, maybe over there,,,it would be peaceful then, in a life full of pauses, no full stops, no screaming, no questions #writing #poem #write 080
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 05/03/2025Smash me until I’m unusable. Shatter me so permanently that your melted gold couldn’t put me back together. Go get all the king’s horsemen and all the king’s men as a test. Break me so that I can no longer be broken. #writing #write #author #poetry 020
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 05/03/2025Bury me elsewhere. Not in this soil. The last thing I want is to be swallowed up by this tainted dirt. Let my body rot in the grains of a stranger. Where at least the shoveling and packing of dirt will sound like a friend. #writing #poem #write #author 010
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 04/03/2025Soon soon soon I keep telling myself Every day that I’m still here In this house With this job In these clothes With these people I hope soon soon soon Is not too Late late late Poetry is how I don’t chew the ears off of those around me Because my worries are many & unrelenting #writing #poem 030
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 03/03/2025Mrs. Mahoney & Her Cats #vss365 #balustrade #writing #horror 071
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 02/03/2025The snowblower choked again. The man reached in & pulled a clump of bones & organs from its teeth.The others squawked & flapped their wings so close to the blades.“You prepare & prepare but, in doing so, you make it so damn easy.” The teacher continued making pâté with all my ducks in a row. #hbp127 031
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 02/03/2025#Truth is that I don’t want to be forgotten. I assume this is a shared concern. Forgotten or remebered falsely or incorrectly. I blow more and more candles out and hope that I don’t end like they do. Anyway, my coffee tastes like horchata today and that dulls the fear for now. #writing #vssdaily 030
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 02/03/2025I can’t #fathom the fact that birds sing & I don’t, even when the cold makes my bones crunch & my hair brittle & my voice wet clouds. I can’t #fathom that they fly, any day, anywhere, & that I am pulled closer to the molten core trapped in all these lead cylinders made of flesh. #vss365 #writing 0181
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 02/03/2025Night fell. Again. Pretty hard this time. She may have hurt herself. Her eyes are dark and deep, staring off into another where. She is broken and unreflective. Someone call for day. Maybe it can help? Sunlight always helps, right? Right? #writing #poem #write #writer 050
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 02/03/2025I wish I could count the stars again. Laying in my bed, comforter gathered around my neck, my arms behind my head. I wish I didn’t have to look so hard for the glow. The clouds bubble dense & brooding & the nickel moon beams translucent against the whale’s belly of obsidian sky. #writing #write 020
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 01/03/2025Horacio loved to write. So much so that he fashioned an IV with one end robbing a throbbing vein of its contents & the other end a gold tip that would pen directly from the heart. 6,000 moderately-long words later he was found hunched over his desk sickly white & entirely depleted. #writing #horror 010
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 25/02/2025My bedtime routine involves going upstairs, brushing my teeth, shutting off the light, & throwing my wife’s wet towel from the doorknob to the pile in the hall. Ascent, teeth, light, but the towel holds in the air just before landing. In its suspended form, I see a head & shoulders. #writing #horror 010
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 18/02/2025I miss the fading of seasons: the #onslaught of warm rain during a brief storm, the briskness that descends when classroom doors are unsealed, the echo chamber of deep snow mountains, the tulips that burst through frosty soil. The air is too thick now in this perpetual summer. #vss365 #writing 0111
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 18/02/20254 years, they poured sloshing buckets of knowledge into the well. 4 years, they took from it 2. All this happened until it dried up. Knowledge wasn’t communal anymore. No sharing, no yield. Go 2 the rivers & lakes, said The Woman w/ Hope. It won’t be the same, but it will be enough 4 now. #hbp115 011
monsters-ink.bsky.social @monsters-ink.bsky.social · 18/02/2025I miss the horror that swam through the waves of my teens and not the fresh ones that nip at my baitless hook now. #horror #writing #book 030
