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TJ Price

@eerieyore

Words in service to the eerie & uncanny. Learning as I go. Assistant Editor @HavenSpec. Author of The Disappearance of Tom Nero.

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recently read a flash piece from Tiffany Michelle Brown (she/her) regarding snails—(escargNO) with such lurid and captivating imagery that I asked for a copy of her collection. it arrived today, graced by a signature and personalized wax insignia. very excited to cast my eye over the horrors within!

recently read a flash piece from <a href="/TiffeBrown/">Tiffany Michelle Brown (she/her)</a> regarding snails—(escargNO) with such lurid and captivating imagery that I asked for a copy of her collection. it arrived today, graced by a signature and personalized wax insignia. very excited to cast my eye over the horrors within!
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really proud to have acquired this piece for Haven, which made me cry upon first reading it, and which features that most liminal of spaces—one's own body

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Cormorant/Carmichael is here for your marketing and psychographic needs. Consumer personas, product development, and anything else to leave you as a hungry husk of endless appetite. THE PSYCHOGRAPHIST out not from Apocalypse Party

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the subtle hints of world-building, the doom knotted into the descriptions and imagery...this is so evocative and terrifying. I may or may not have screamed when I got to a certain crawling part of this story, too. P.L. McMillan - rarely here (🟦☁️ / insta) is all strikes, no spares.

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When I read "The Rooms Behind the Kitchen" for Haven Spec, I was seized by a sadness so profound I had to interrupt my husband's workday to tell him how much I loved him. The tears that I then shed were strangely cleansing. This might be Christi Nogle's best story yet, I think.