Maressa Voss

Absolutely delighted to be making the trek. Who else??!

Killer!

Dude knows about sixteen words

The cover of a magazine in Halloween colors with a spooky aesthetic. An eerie painting of a woman sitting on a chair graces the cover. She is not smiling.

“We could’ve eaten it if it was younger and not quite so drippy,” the largest says, pulling a face of regret.
Isn’t that just life, you think, a soporific sigh escaping what might once have been your lips.

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I swear not all of my short story titles are Article + Noun + Verb + Adjective (or dismantlingly dark), but this one, at least, has a lil ray of light at the end (in the form of a waste chute but still...!)

Can relate !

If you want to see a really great use of repetition of word/phrase, you should check out this story.

@maressakate.bsky.social nails a vibe and voice, and her theme is on point for the world we are being reluctantly driven towards by our tech lords.

Part allegory, part slipstream rage of consciousness little piece I wrote last year about why you really have brain fog and what happens when AI takes an interest in gardening. You honor me by reading!

No more pie for the tech overlords!

The mind of Gio is singular!

Thrilled to be a repeat offender in Trollbreath Magazine, alongside some really special stories. This was one that extruded out in one long exhale (read: silent scream).
The Machines Are Hungry (please don't feed them!)

I have a short (short) piece in this issue, a work of slipstream, inspired by *gestures vaguely all around*…
The Machines Are Hungry. Please don’t feed them.

🙌🏼

Spoiler alert, my next book.

World Con! Who’s going?? let’s meet up!

Get in losers, we’re going digital!

Over the moon to share that I am now represented by the wondrous Susan Armstrong at C&W. It’s been a wild ride these last few weeks, approaching this terminus at high speed after five years of striving/toiling/hoping (and clearly I don’t know what to do with my hands just yet)…

...unbelievably, irrepressibly vague !! 👀

What the desert says: Wayward Wormhole 2024 I meant to do a writeup of my time at Wayward Wormhole, Cat Rambo's residential writing workshop, as soon as I got home, but life had other plans. I'd like...

I have committed an act of newsletter: I finally wrote up what I got from @catrambo.bsky.social's Wayward Wormhole workshop back in November (spoiler alert: it was a lot, and was not what I expected).

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Most welcome.

Came here to say that this piece is deliciously out there and fresh as hell.

3 AM typing marathon. Heart racing. Not inspiration -- just forgot to eat again. The muse: not bad to look at but a terrible roommate.

It Is Done 🙇‍♀️

@sophieburnham.bsky.social wanna nominate each other? 😎

Many have said that When Shadows Grow Tall has A Wizard of Earthsea sensibility.

Five bucks??! So close. I can send you an email

The image of a black mintoaur crouches in the center of an rust-orange circular cup in a kylix tondo from c. 515 BC. The inscription around the edge reads "The boy is beautiful." Courtesy of Marie-Lan Nguyen and wikimedia. Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Tondo_Minotaur_London_E4_MAN.jpg

New story day! "The Matador and the Labyrinth" is up at Diabolical Plots. Borges meets Hemingway. www.diabolicalplots.com/dp-fiction-1...

The image is from a kylix drinking cup, c. 515 BC. The inscription around the edge reads "The boy is beautiful."

A reviewer here and there has expressed discontent about how my villains are unrealistic, a touch too mwa-ha-ha.

To them, I ask, “Did you watch the press conference yesterday?”

*me, watching, taking notes for book two*

JD: “Say thank you.”

*me, scribbling, “Bow to your overlord”*

I don't feel forgotten :) <3

Words were never meant to gather dust. Thanks for this, Gio.