weirdo writes things

Hello everyone! Some exciting news. This short story of mine, "The First Blaspheme" is my first paid and published work of writing! My writing is part of a digital magazine called "Eidolotry Digital" published by Psychotoxin Press. I've included a link to the product page for the issue, which is all about queer horror writers! If you choose to purchase the magazine, I hope you enjoy it! Happy pride, everyone! https://www.psychotoxin.com/product-page/eidolotry-digital-7

Glass Manacles             I awoke to the sound of thunder. The cabin of the boat was rocking back and forth more heavily now that the storm had seized the waters beneath us. My son, despite his age, entered the room with tears in his eyes. I don’t blame him; having to deal with his anxiety at a time like this can only be harder due to the storm. We’ve capsized once before in a storm like this, but it was many years ago. We were on our way home from visiting his grandparents. The radio had estimated a large storm to be just south of our typical path, so we decided to play it safe and alter course northward by a kilometer. The weatherman had been wrong. When we entered that horrible downpour, we were not expecting anything worse than what we had faced before. I want him to laugh at it one day, but we both know that isn’t possible. That day, the winds suddenly changed one moment—it was strong enough even to push us back half a m...

When Alex bought their metrocard from the machine, they accepted whatever comes next might change their life. That’s why they came here, after all. The Train of Odd Places was known for being unknown. In all of the newspapers Alex read, they learned that the Train never stays in one city for long, and strange things happen to the few who enter. When it appeared in Alex’s small, uneventful town of 80,000, they took their chance to rid themselves of the dirt of their school “friends”. Nobody else was at the entrance to the station with them. It was quiet. Each step they took deeper into the underground echoed like rumors, somehow getting even louder with every passing second. Alex arrived at the gate and swiped their card. Suddenly, but quietly, all of the shadows around them turned deep red. Like all other colors were just… turned off. Grinning with both excitement and confidence, Alex marched on; sending the supernatural change to the millions of blank filing cabinets in the back o...