Juniper White 🦊

after a year and a half of mostly writing quiet melancholy flash about quietly sad lesbians, i have written a story with stupid horse by 100 gecs on the playlist

making custom magic cards for my own short story characters because my target demographic is me and me alone, i guess

finally read this and everyone else should too!! i'm obsessed with the aching character moments interspersed through this: it's a story that needs you to care about these characters and oh my god it makes you care

just read this and im going insane. multiple moments in here that made me react out loud. this story capitalizes on its premise in every way possible (especially the ones that explore the traumas and complexes and existential fears of it all, inescapable emotion)

i'm always a sucker for a story about dopplegangers/clones/shadow selves/the Self as something not singular (hashtag my dissociative disorder), and i'm especially a sucker for a story using second person to explore that. this story is such a perfect little dystopia. it's great

*two days of working on fiction in a row* i’m the best author ever. im doing it. i’m basically a star. the muses themselves want what i have
*one day of not writing* anyone else convinced that they’re just a hallucination of a person and not a full individual or

One of the funnest little thingies no one tells you about having long term writing workshop friends is that years later, you still know each others’ stories by descriptors instead of titles & cheer each other on about them

“the dolphin story”
“the lobster story”
“the weird quantum glory hole story”

finally worked on it again and my girlfriends response to the draft is “IM SCREAMING” so im feeling pretty good

its really funny to me how i never write happy things. today i had a good conversation w friends where we resolved a conflict and talked about how much we love each other, then watched two of my girlfriends get closer to each other. now it's time to sit down and just write something so so sad

really glad you liked it! :D this made me so psyched to see

"But it’s a point he always makes when the old women at church ask him how he survived the desert (how hard war must be, they say, for a young man like you!): it wasn’t a desert at first. He wasn’t a corporal at first. She wasn’t a ghost at first."

from the anti-imperialist ghostfucker wip...

"Every botanist had a favorite plant, a specific object of study. Though maybe it was the other way around, and every plant had a researcher attached to it, an epistemological pollinator."

from a wip i've been working on sporadically for half a year. still don't know if the story is Anything

im stealing the trend. 1 like = 1 line from a published piece or WIP. i might lean towards WIP even though i should be promoting my published pieces bc there's nothing i love more than to be like haha,,, yes,,, there's a piece out there but not yet...

i've been watching the coyote on Alcatraz's progress with great interest. a week-ish ago, a coyote SWAM to Alcatraz for the first time and looked fuckin rough after the dangerous swim. but the coyote is doing fine now, gorging itself on unprepared birds & rats who are dealing with a sort of Godzilla

A View from the Slush

I wrote a thing about short stories, why they get rejected, and what you can apply to your own work.

clhellisen.beehiiv.com/p/a-view-fro...

every time i write a cover letter i think about writing a story in the form of a cover letter. but to do so i would have to write a cover letter.

writing a resume/cover letter agonizing experience. i'm really good at baking cookies and kissing my friends but no let me tell you about how i Provided Excellent Customer Service And Cash Handling

weight

#art

Buddy boy, I haven't read this yet but the tags and summary are making me think I mighta created InkFoundry just to find it:

Art by lunacwriting depicting three women of three different generations in front of a haunted house and a stormy sea, with a snippet of text from the book that says: None have remembered the horrors nor absorbed the blood from those murdered quite so well as the house in Haifa.

What makes a house haunted in Palestine? Is it the ghosts that linger - or is it something far more sinister?

Our Cut of Salt is about a haunted house in Palestine and the 3 generations of women who must discover the answer to this question for themselves. Preorder now: linktr.ee/deenahelm

really fucking hard when it starts looking like you might need to give up on a story you really wanted to get out into the world

it's so good! i was just talking to friends about how i feel like arab folks are often treated as like fictional characters, never allowed interiority, and this story hits the nail on the head and then twists the knife with "my suffering is compelling to the audience". its so good

The Center of the Universe When Abigail doesn’t notice you, you don’t exist.

just read The Center of the Universe by @nadiashammas.bsky.social in Thyme Travelers, which is a wonderful anthology, and i was so glad to find that this story is online. its stunning and puts words to feelings that ive been struggling to articulate
strangehorizons.com/wordpress/fi...

sometimes i hate having experience with publishing bc i wanna just make this story Nasty but i selfishly wanna get it published and those are. competing here

sits up in bed in a cold sweat. i forgot about my antiimperialist ghostfucker story

i'm at my best with a melancholy flash piece about girls in a strange situation feeling weird quiet sad emotions. light on plot, heavy on pretty prose and emotions and introspection. i also work a lot with stories about obsessive love, the second person, and stories shaped like spirals :3

just finished revising this story. in response to the noise i made when i finished, my girlfriend just said "sometimes when you're writing it seems like you're possessed" yeah it fuckin rules

wrote a story on voice chat in my writing group server, which was fun and rewarding, but being in that call was just listening to me being dead silent for 30 minutes and then going "oh my god. i'm doing it. i'm writing. oh my god" and then falling silent again

i have a new flash out today: about miners on jupiter, protest songs, and voices beating back the darkness, louder and louder and louder.

hoping it makes you want to sing louder, too 🫀

photo of op, a woman with light skin, pink hair, and black lipstick. a matrix of lights glow in pinks and purples behind her.

new photo i'm using for professional stuff :3