#writers wanted

[kingmakerpod]

Call for writers!

The Kingmaker Histories series 2 has been completely written, and we're gearing up to write series 3. After two seasons of madcap magical capers and steampunk intrigue, we're looking to add more writers to our team. Everyone is welcome to apply, but we're particularly interested in hearing from women and South Asian writers.

If you're interested, send a resume and samples of your work to our business email- [email protected]

#audio drama #writers wanted #fantasy writers

[dorkbait]

hello followers and mutuals! after (mumbles) amount of time trying to write Bad Redhead Cosmic Horror Story with a net zero success, i'm putting out a call to see if any of you are interested in helping me develop this character. i know many of you will be familiar with my writing from my stucky days; if you're not, you can find my ao3 page here, although the writing there is somewhat out-of-date by now.

i'm looking for experienced writers (though not necessarily pro or semi-pro, just practiced) with an interest in lgbtq+, horror, and transgressive themes, who are also interested in a sort of come-as-you-are vibe with casual expectations. i'm not trying to write the next great american novel or whatever, i'm just trying to find a more concrete direction for this feral trans redhead vampire.

there's a folder with more information about Lascaux including shorter and more recent writing samples here. you can send me a tumblr message if you're interested, and please feel free to pass this along to any writers you know who may need someone to bounce ideas off and/or cheerlead with.

thanks for looking!

#creative writing #original character #writers wanted #original writing #writeblr #lascaux #dorkbait art

[nevermind-zine]

Contributor applications close in 1 week!

We are looking for cosplayers, merch artists, page artists, and writers! NOW is the time to apply through our carrd!

soniazine.carrd.co

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[marshiemonarch]

I'll share this over here as well.

Hey friends! I'm looking for some help with a super secret project. I can't go into too much detail here cuz I don't want to spoil it.

More details and specifcis of the project are in the google form linked below

#marshie arts #the marshmallow speaks #help wanted #plz plz plz plz plz #artists wanted #music composers wanted #programmers wanted #writers wanted

[ravenpostpublishing]

Writers, Lend an Ear (or, Rather, a Quill):

Do you have a Gothic tale dark and terrible? Or, perhaps, a twisted and tempting poem? If so, you are in luck, for those are our bread and butter—and we’re ever so hungry.

Allow us to introduce ourselves: We are the humble staff of The Raven Post, an entirely electronic anthology of ghoulish tales and grim poetry from antiquity and the present day. Within our many pages, you’ll find tales from Poe, Blackwood, Wharton, and others (including our loyal readers), as well as the occasional bit of news from our esteemed Editor-in-Chief.

We are currently seeking to grow our anthology and are thus accepting short-story and poetry submissions from writing hobbyists with a knack for the macabre and morose. If this sounds as though it’s up your (dark, grimy, and likely haunted) alley, do visit our Submissions page for further information and instruction.

Please, take a peek if you dare—we're simply dying to have you.

Warmest regards, The Raven Post Staff

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[theminisonproject]

Click click goes The weaving loom. "Click Click Goes the Loom" by Regina Jade, pdf pg. 10 Check out the minison zine archives to read more from Issue 12: https://theminisonproject.com/theminisonzine/tmzarchive/ #theminisonzine #TheMinisonProject #poetry

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[bloomingpresent]

If you find anything with reverse agegap please share. I have been looking myself and cannot seem to find it 😞

Of course I will!

I’ve been looking for a while now.

I have some pretty good pomps, I’ve shared them with some writers but luck yet.

I’ll keep everyone update if I find any 🙏🏼

#reverse age gap #fanfic #writers wanted #f1 #carlos sainz x reader #charles leclerc x y/n #lando norris

[alightinthelantern]

wanted: poetry penpals/friends

I am a poet and visual artist who's looking for poetry pen pals, people to chat with about poetry and literature. Other potential topics include art cinema, visual art, history, music (I love romantic classical, ethnic, indie, and folk music), good novels, D&D, and general life things, but poetry is my main passion right now. I am also willing to listen to you talk about crafts like knitting, crocheting, sewing, etc. although I know nothing about these things. I am 30 years old but am open to chatting with anyone of any age as long as they are legal adults, are mature, and don't mind my age. Both fellow poets, and people who like poetry but don't write it themselves, are both welcome, but for fellow poets I am seeking people who write reasonably mature poetry, not stereotypical angsty teenage vent poetry.

Edit: minimum age for pen pals is now 21. Preferred age is 24+.

My modes of communication are tumblr, instagram, reddit, discord, and email. I am also willing to write and send physical letters through the mail sometimes but I'm not enthused about the idea.

My own poetry can be found at @awindyattic.tumblr.com My art instagram is @oceanforsail My discord handle is @BeltaneBugle My reddit handle is @Ok_Usual_669 My email or physical address will be provided only if asked for via private message on any of these sites.

Note: I don't like video games, sports, or TV shows, and am not interested in discussing these topics.

I am a friendly, intelligent, caring, earnest person, so please give me a try if any of this sounds at all interesting.

#poetry penpals #penpals #pen pals #poetry #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #poets wanted #writers wanted #poetry pen pals #literature

[devilrosola]

Talent/Interest Check

As MagiWeek2022 is coming to a close, I’m reminded that there are Magi fans still around. And some of those fans of Ja’far.

I’m on a discord server for Ja’far fans and we’ve been working on a zine since Feb. We’re planning on releasing it completely digital and free in PDF format next year.

We can always use more artists and writers if anyone would like to submit something for the zine. Or even photography/cosplays/etc or editors.

For more details, please join the Ja’far Appreciation server and we have a section of channels just about the zine. (Of course you can stay for the rest of our ja’antics or join for the ja’far/magi discussions and not worry about the zine)

If Ja’far is not your character, feel free to pass this along to anyone who might be interested. Much appreciated!

#ja'far zine #My posts #magi #Ja'far #fanzine #artists wanted #writers wanted #discord

[arimeghlen]

Want To Join My Collab Project?

Want To Join My Collab Project?

If you saw my A Writerly Update post or received my latest newsletter, you will have noticed I talked about a Collab Project with other writers.  Check out the details below to see if this collaboration project is something you’d like to join! The Advent Calendar Story Train I am currently looking for writers for the Advent Calendar Story Train Project.  Each writer in the train will write a…

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#Collaboration project #Flash Fiction Collaboration #Join the Advent Calendar Story Train #Share your story #Writers Wanted

[nevermind-zine]

Hello! Our contributor applications close in 2 days! Don’t hesitate! We are looking for cosplayers, merch artists, page artists, and writers!

Apply through the links on soniazine.carrd.co

Thank you!

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[gingerswagfreckles]

After 146 days, the Writer's Strike has ended with a resounding success. Throughout constant attempts by the studios to threaten, gaslight, and otherwise divide the WGA, union members stood strong and kept fast in their demands. The result is a historic win guaranteeing not only pay increases and residual guarantees, but some of the first serious restrictions on the use of AI in a major industry.

This win is going to have a ripple effect not only throughout Hollywood but in all industries threatened by AI and wage reduction. Studio executives tried to insist that job replacement through AI is inevitable and wage increases for staff members is not financially viable. By refusing to give in for almost five long months, the writer's showed all of the US and frankly the world that that isn't true.

Organizing works. Unions work. Collective bargaining how we bring about a better future for ourselves and the next generation, and the WGA proved that today. Congratulations, Writer's Guild of America. #WGAstrong!!!

#gingerswagfreckles #wga #writer's strike #wga strong #wga strike #do the write thing #sag #sag aftra #sag afta strike #unions #Hollywood #according to the news the strike isnt technically over until a vote can be ratified on Tuesday but in practice its over #pickets r called off immediately amd they got almlst everything theu wanted #so its gonna be ratified for sure #current events #news #AI #artificial intelligence

[ravenpostpublishing]

An excerpt from the short story "The Three Sisters," by W. W. Jacobs (1863–1943)

Thirty years ago on a wet autumn evening the household of Mallett’s Lodge was gathered round the death-bed of Ursula Mallow, the eldest of the three sisters who inhabited it. The dingy moth-eaten curtains of the old wooden bedstead were drawn apart, the light of a smoking oil- lamp falling upon the hopeless countenance of the dying woman as she turned her dull eyes upon her sisters. The room was in silence except for an occasional sob from the youngest sister, Eunice. Outside the rain fell steadily over the steaming marshes.

“Nothing is to be changed, Tabitha,” gasped Ursula to the other sister, who bore a striking likeness to her although her expression was harder and colder; “this room is to be locked up and never opened.”

“Very well,” said Tabitha brusquely, “though I don’t see how it can matter to you then.”

“It does matter,” said her sister with startling energy. “How do you know, how do I know that I may not sometimes visit it? I have lived in this house so long I am certain that I shall see it again. I will come back. Come back to watch over you both and see that no harm befalls you.”

“You are talking wildly,” said Tabitha, by no means moved at her sister’s solicitude for her welfare. “Your mind is wandering; you know that I have no faith in such things.”

Ursula sighed, and beckoning to Eunice, who was weeping silently at the bedside, placed her feeble arms around her neck and kissed her.

“Do not weep, dear,” she said feebly. “Perhaps it is best so. A lonely woman’s life is scarce worth living. We have no hopes, no aspirations; other women have had happy husbands and children, but we in this forgotten place have grown old together. I go first, but you must soon follow.”

Tabitha, comfortably conscious of only forty years and an iron frame, shrugged her shoulders and smiled grimly.

“I go first,” repeated Ursula in a new and strange voice as her heavy eyes slowly closed, “but I will come for each of you in turn, when your lease of life runs out. At that moment I will be with you to lead your steps whither I now go.”

As she spoke the flickering lamp went out suddenly as though extinguished by a rapid hand, and the room was left in utter darkness. A strange suffocating noise issued from the bed, and when the trembling women had relighted the lamp, all that was left of Ursula Mallow was ready for the grave.

That night the survivors passed together. The dead woman had been a firm believer in the existence of that shadowy borderland which is said to form an unhallowed link between the living and the dead, and even the stolid Tabitha, slightly unnerved by the events of the night, was not free from certain apprehensions that she might have been right.

With the bright morning their fears disappeared. The sun stole in at the window, and seeing the poor earth-worn face on the pillow so touched it and glorified it that only its goodness and weakness were seen, and the beholders came to wonder how they could ever have felt any dread of aught so calm and peaceful ... All that was left of Ursula was placed by the father and mother who had taken that self-same journey some thirty years before.

... The bulk of the dead woman’s property had been left to Eunice, and [Tabitha's] avaricious soul was sorely troubled and her proper sisterly feelings of regret for the deceased sadly interfered with in consequence.

“What are you going to do with all that money, Eunice?” she asked as they sat at their quiet tea.

“I shall leave it as it stands,” said Eunice slowly. “We have both got sufficient to live upon, and I shall devote the income from it to supporting some beds in a children’s hospital.”

“If Ursula had wished it to go to a hospital,” said Tabitha in her deep tones, “she would have left the money to it herself. I wonder you do not respect her wishes more.”

“What else can I do with it then?” inquired Eunice.

“Save it,” said the other with gleaming eyes, “save it.”

Eunice shook her head.

“No,” said she, “it shall go to the sick children, but the principal I will not touch, and if I die before you it shall become yours and you can do what you like with it.”

“Very well,” said Tabitha, smothering her anger by a strong effort; “I don’t believe that was what Ursula meant you to do with it, and I don’t believe she will rest quietly in the grave while you squander the money she stored so carefully.”

“What do you mean?” asked Eunice with pale lips. “You are trying to frighten me; I thought that you did not believe in such things.”

Tabitha made no answer, and to avoid the anxious inquiring gaze of her sister, drew her chair to the fire, and folding her gaunt arms, composed herself for a nap.

For some time life went on quietly in the old house. The room of the dead woman, in accordance with her last desire, was kept firmly locked, its dirty windows forming a strange contrast to the prim cleanliness of the others ... As the winter came on, bringing with it the long dark evenings, the old house became more lonely than ever, and an air of mystery and dread seemed to hang over it and brood in its empty rooms and dark corridors. The deep silence of night was broken by strange noises for which neither the wind nor the rats could be held accountable. Old Martha, seated in her distant kitchen, heard strange sounds upon the stairs, and once, upon hurrying to them, fancied that she saw a dark figure squatting upon the landing, though a subsequent search with candle and spectacles failed to discover anything. Eunice was disturbed by several vague incidents, and, as she suffered from a complaint of the heart, rendered very ill by them. Even Tabitha admitted a strangeness about the house, but, confident in her piety and virtue, took no heed of it, her mind being fully employed in another direction.

Since the death of her sister all restraint upon her was removed, and she yielded herself up entirely to the stern and hard rules enforced by avarice upon its devotees. Her housekeeping expenses were kept rigidly separate from those of Eunice and her food limited to the coarsest dishes, while in the matter of clothes, the old servant was by far the better dressed. Seated alone in her bedroom this uncouth, hard-featured creature revelled in her possessions, grudging even the expense of the candle-end which enabled her to behold them. So completely did this passion change her that both Eunice and Martha became afraid of her, and lay awake in their beds night after night trembling at the chinking of the coins at her unholy vigils.

One day Eunice ventured to remonstrate. “Why don’t you bank your money, Tabitha?” she said; “it is surely not safe to keep such large sums in such a lonely house.”

“Large sums!” repeated the exasperated Tabitha, “large sums! what nonsense is this? You know well that I have barely sufficient to keep me.”

“It’s a great temptation to housebreakers,” said her sister, not pressing the point. “I made sure last night that I heard somebody in the house.”

“Did you?” said Tabitha, grasping her arm, a horrible look on her face. “So did I. I thought they went to Ursula’s room, and I got out of bed and went on the stairs to listen.”

“Well?” said Eunice faintly, fascinated by the look on her sister’s face.

“There was something there,” said Tabitha slowly. “I’ll swear it, for I stood on the landing by her door and listened; something scuffling on the floor round and round the room. At first I thought it was the cat, but when I went up there this morning the door was still locked, and the cat was in the kitchen.”

“Oh, let us leave this dreadful house,” moaned Eunice.

“What!” said her sister grimly; “afraid of poor Ursula? Why should you be? Your own sister who nursed you when you were a babe, and who perhaps even now comes and watches over your slumbers.”

“Oh!” said Eunice, pressing her hand to her side, “if I saw her I should die. I should think that she had come for me as she said she would. O God! have mercy on me, I am dying.”

She reeled as she spoke, and before Tabitha could save her, sank senseless to the floor.

“Get some water,” cried Tabitha, as old Martha came hurrying up the stairs, “Eunice has fainted.”

...It was clear to the old servant that this state of things could not last much longer, and she repeatedly urged her mistress to leave a house so lonely and so mysterious. To her great delight Eunice at length consented, despite the fierce opposition of her sister, and at the mere idea of leaving gained greatly in health and spirits. A small but comfortable house was hired in Morville, and arrangements made for a speedy change.

It was the last night in the old house, and all the wild spirits of the marshes, the wind and the sea seemed to have joined forces for one supreme effort. When the wind dropped, as it did at brief intervals, the sea was heard moaning on the distant beach, strangely mingled with the desolate warning of the bell-buoy as it rocked to the waves...

Eunice was in bed, awake. A small nightlight in a saucer of oil shed a sickly glare upon the worm-eaten old furniture, distorting the most innocent articles into ghastly shapes. A wilder gust than usual almost deprived her of the protection afforded by that poor light, and she lay listening fearfully to the creakings and other noises on the stairs, bitterly regretting that she had not asked Martha to sleep with her. But it was not too late even now. She slipped hastily to the floor, crossed to the huge wardrobe, and was in the very act of taking her dressing-gown from its peg when an unmistakable footfall was heard on the stairs. The robe dropped from her shaking fingers, and with a quickly beating heart she regained her bed.

The sounds ceased and a deep silence followed, which she herself was unable to break although she strove hard to do so. A wild gust of wind shook the windows and nearly extinguished the light, and when its flame had regained its accustomed steadiness she saw that the door was slowly opening, while the huge shadow of a hand blotted the papered wall. Still her tongue refused its office. The door flew open with a crash, a cloaked figure entered and, throwing aside its coverings, she saw with a horror past all expression the napkin-bound face of the dead Ursula smiling terribly at her. In her last extremity she raised her faded eyes above for succour, and then as the figure noiselessly advanced and laid its cold hand upon her brow, the soul of Eunice Mallow left its body with a wild shriek and made its way to the Eternal...

To read the entirety of this classic tale and bask in its ghoulish glory, please do pay a visit to The Raven Post.

To contribute your own short story to The Raven Post's library, please visit our Submissions page.

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[theminisonproject]

She begins her life along with nine-thousand seven hundred and fourteen other siblings in the shallowest part of the water... "Mysterious Waters of the Naked and Nervous" by Mark Blickley, continued on pdf pg. 28 Check out the TMP Magazine archives to read more from Issue 2: https://theminisonproject.com/tmpmagazine/tmpmagarchive/ #TMPMagazine #TheMinisonProject #shortstory

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[flowercrowngods]

when ao3 is back up i want all of you to leave comments on the fics you were interrupted from reading, the fics you were looking to find, the fics you were thinking about re-reading, and the fics left open in your tabs for months now.

when ao3 is back up, i want you all to show some love to your favourite writers, favourite fics, or even just the 600 word one-shot that brought a smile to your face that tuesday three weeks ago.

when ao3 is back up i want you all to remember that comments and explicitly voiced appreciation are what keep writers going.

#when ao3 is back up i want you to realise that this lack of fics to read is also what will happen if they go uncommented and unappreciated #ao3 #and while ao3 is still down go to your tumblr writers and leave them some love too