I’ve got a new (ghost) story up at Short Story, Long today! 🏜️👻
"Restoration, like most things worthwhile, is far from simple," guest host @scryptkeeper.bsky.social shares in today's episode.
Read "Orchestra" by @russellbrakefield.bsky.social and our full episode transcript: bit.ly/46vRT6j
Two poems by Russell Brakefield about nature reclaiming our technology and the dreams that come true in Pinedale, Wyoming.
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Buds, if I own your book and it's filthy, that's a compliment. Just means I read it on one sideline or another. Loved this book by @russellbrakefield.bsky.social that I finished between innings today.
Thanks to Aaron for being such a champion of other people's writing! And for some keen insights on the draft of this story.
Excited to have a prose poem about making music and being young out in the new issue of @pitheadchapel.bsky.social
Excited to have a new short story out today at @hfr.bsky.social
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Julian had a way of falling into shadow even in the dark. As the fire kindled, he shifted in his camp chair, avoiding the flame’s oblong spotlights. “Are you cold?” I zipped my own coat higher and …
Thank you so much for reading! Especially between innings. 🐅 ⚾
Russell Brakefield
Super excited to feature a new @russellbrakefield.bsky.social story today!
He’s a bestie, so I’m biased, but I think @russellbrakefield.bsky.social is writing some of the best stories out there rn, and this one might be my new fave.
“We had nearly made it back to camp when the beast came upon us. This is how I think of it now, and how I tell the story at parties…”
our new issue!
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SERGE LECOMTE
MEGHAN PROULX
MATT BARRETT @mbarrettwriter.bsky.social
JENNA CROWDER
ERIK KLASS
TRACIE ADAMS @tracieadams.bsky.social
SHERI VENEMA @sheriven.bsky.social
HANNAH AHN
RUSSELL BRAKEFIELD @russellbrakefield.bsky.social
CHOISELLE JOSEPH
Julian had a way of falling into shadow even in the dark. As the fire kindled, he shifted in his camp chair, avoiding the flame’s oblong spotlights. “Are you cold?” I zipped my own coat higher and …
“I saw a woman in the road,” he said. “A woman in white robes. Sort of floating there.” He tried to describe the woman, but even as he talked, he realized he probably hadn’t seen a woman after all.
