The Birth of a Dream (Part 4/4)

Why should we be allowed only one birth? Or one death? There is magic in multiples. Go the extra end… Let yourself become what it is meant to be. << Prev | First  Hey, stc019 one last time. Please do not commit any murder, this is not the intent of that comic ok? But more […]

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The Birth of a Dream (Part 3/4)

What advice can you give to someone who is afraid of dreaming? << Prev | First | Next >> Hello again, stc019 speaking. I’ve been in love with the visual entity of skeletons for some time, now. There are in us, yet they can exist on their own when we don’t anymore… And you can […]

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Dogwood B.

I’ve had an on and off fascination with the subject of women with faces concealed by flowers, and the topic of concealment in general. I like to approach the topic less from the angle of shame and deception, and more from a positive light- as protection, and as the guarding of something precious to you. […]

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The Birth of a Dream (Part 1/4)

What differentiates a dream from a nightmare is maybe simply the difference in a point of view. First | Next >> Hi, I’m stc019 (but you can call me Scotty). I like horror stories with my whole heart, and I’m so glad and honored I was able to work with GenderTerror on that story. You […]

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The Body Abject

Horror fiction, ghost stories, monster movies: they’ve always summed up my uncomfortable relationship with my body and my gender in ways that other genres don’t quite touch on. In horror bodies are shown as they can be: strange, often gross, malleable, fascinating, uncontrollable, constricted by the pressure of meeting arbitrary rules and standards where a […]

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How to Start a Fire

“Cross your fingers and pray,” Micah says. I hold my breath in anticipation, my chest tight. My heart is empty and the moon is full. We just rolled out of bed with matching bruised eyes. Neither of us are ready to be swallowed by the earth yet. The night is almost too long.

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See You.

The streets of the city were never deserted. Eva may only have been at the university for a month but her newly found friends on the campus had already picked out their favourite eating and drinking spots and, in the interests of Anglo-Franco co-operation of course, had insisted she join them. She could hardly refuse […]

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Hair-Brained

I have a complicated relationship with gender identity. I have a complicated relationship with my body image. And for the longest time, I have had a very complicated relationship with hair.

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