
This looks like there is a story behind it. What do you think the story is? I see one of our books in the picture… Can you name that book?

This looks like there is a story behind it. What do you think the story is? I see one of our books in the picture… Can you name that book?

She sent us a funny meme. (at least it’s funny to those of us that have autism)

All our guests have been announced, so it’s time to share our first trailer and introduce you to our hosts!
Join us for a live online event on World Book Day, March 5th at 6.00 pm EST on Discord. Featuring guest interviews and giveaways!
To join the event & find more details: https://discord.gg/tAfNwHdfuT
Links to our guests’ work linktr.ee: https://linktr.ee/WBDE
#horror #books #WorldBookDay #bookstagram #horrorstories
Our own author Dr. Raz T. Slasher is about to be involved in an online event. go cheer him and the other guests on. *Event is not hosted by us. Just promoting it because of Raz.

My Love For The Faery Queen of The Grove
(A young fae professes their love of Queen Serena)
by Friday Vash
I know she has a partner
She loves so dearly
She has my heart, too
There is no greater friend
I feel she loves me, too
Luckily for me
They both share their
Creativity
Joys
And advice
My life gets
More and more blessed
With them in it

Stevie Raine Elliott sent us poetry prompted from a past year’s April P.A.D. challenge. We are delighted to share this with you. We encourage creativity whether it is for the current challenge or a previous one. We do the challenge every April and November.

“The Fool Who Became a Queen”
They painted me with laughter
I never meant to wear
A jester in my own collapse,
Dancing through their stare.
Each smile was a shield I forged
From the wreckage of their rage,
Each tear a silent monument
To a war they’d never gauge.
They called me foolish, broken, and small,
But they never learned the art
Of sewing crowns from spider webs
Or thrones from shattered heart.
I swallowed shame like bitter wine,
Let poison teach me grace,
And in the mirror of survival
Found my own unyielding face.
Now see me
Not their puppet, not their game,
But a queen resurrected
From the ashes of a name.
My scepter forged from memory,
My crown of scars and flame
They made a fool of me for years,
But I’ve rewritten the acclaim.
Because the fool who learns to rise
Is the monarch of her pain,
And the thorns they left upon her path
Have bloomed into her reign.

“Trapped to Freedom”
I lived inside a shadowed box,
A prison sealed with cursed locks.
They waged their war against me,
forcing me in, at such a great cost.
Each whisper curled, a ghost of fear,
A storm of pain that no one could hear.
Hope was a flicker, far from my hand,
Buried in darkness, sinking in sand.
I held my breath through endless nights,
A captive to sorrow’s cruel delight.
But a crack appeared, a breath of light, Splintered the chains that bound me tight.
From Pandora’s depths I found my way,
Into the warmth of a brand-new day.
Now I walk free, the air is mine,
Carrying hope I thought I’d never find.
The box behind me fades to dust,
And in my heart, I bloom from rust.
Stevie Raine Elliott is an amazing poet.

So we often have friends releasing new books. And we love to recommend them. Here’s our book recommendations. We try to get it done every Saturday but we are busy so we may have missed a few.
Come By Next Saturday for some more suggestions!

So we often have friends releasing new books. And we love to recommend them. Here’s our book recommendations. We try to get it done every Saturday but we are busy so we may have missed a few.
Come By Next Saturday for some more suggestions!

So we often have friends releasing new books. And we love to recommend them. Here’s our book recommendations. We try to get it done every Saturday but we are busy so we may have missed a few.
Come By Next Saturday for some more suggestions!


Our friend Cassie sent us some amazing rock art to post!


the budding young Dante sent us these. look at the details !