Rachel Abbey McCafferty

Some small purple crocuses in the grass next to the sidewalk.

Little sidewalk surprise.

It’s Women in Horror month and I’m a woman in horror so, a thread (and send me your stories, too!): bsky.app/profile/ramc...

My to-read list just keeps growing …

I love when the timeline works out like that lol

Bare trees in a foggy sky

It’s looking like one of my short stories out here this morning.

Hello! I’m a big horror fan, working on an eco-horror novel. And I’ve published some horror flash that I linked here: bsky.app/profile/ramc...

She Said God But She Meant Silver — Ghost Parachute Not silver-tongued like the devil but silver bullets like the ones that kills werewolves. Alice always switched words, said something other than what she meant. But we’d all gotten used to it, gotten ...

This one from @pintsncupcakes.bsky.social. ghostparachute.com/issue/januar...

And a few I really loved recently. This from @adamg.bsky.social. www.havehashad.com/hadposts/an-...

It’s so good!

Thank you!

She Said God But She Meant Silver — Ghost Parachute Not silver-tongued like the devil but silver bullets like the ones that kills werewolves. Alice always switched words, said something other than what she meant. But we’d all gotten used to it, gotten ...

This one from @pintsncupcakes.bsky.social. ghostparachute.com/issue/januar...

And a few I really loved recently. This from @adamg.bsky.social. www.havehashad.com/hadposts/an-...

And a good friend of mine is working on an art project designed to put more joy and wonder in the world. bsky.app/profile/terr...

When we h(a)unted We stalked the halls of dead malls, ghosts before our time. We lived by sense, taste and smell and sight, by instinct, lust and desire and rage. We were not quiet. We were not neat. The world is a hun...

This is my latest flash. maudlinhouse.net/when-we-haun...

Hey, whether you're at #AWP26 or at #NotAtAWP26, let's help hype each other's stuff today. What books, pieces, or projects do you have that you're promoting? Let's reply and re-post and help turn this grizzly world into something a bit more beautiful today.

Cannot wait! (Since I have to, I’ll just keep working through his backlist. Currently reading The Gospel of Z.)

I’m just going to read for 10 minutes and then I’ll go to sleep, she said to herself, lyingly.

A handful of my fave stories I've read online in the last few months are stories I declined as submissions, and maybe they really leveled up in revisions, but also... art is so subjective, by audience, but also time and circumstance and any number of factors. It's part of what's so great about it.

It’s Women in Horror month and I’m a woman in horror so, a thread (and send me your stories, too!): bsky.app/profile/ramc...

The Molotov Cocktail 1802 by Rachel Abbey McCafferty November 14 The attacks have slowed since the monster hunter came to town. It’s been a rough year. All of us in the village assumed the monster was a shark, at first…

“The attacks have dwindled, from twelve in a month, to seven, to two. Now, a whole month has passed without the specter of sharp teeth.” @molotovlitzine.bsky.social themolotovcocktail.com/about/archiv...

The Molotov Cocktail And that which we seek to control will destroy us in the end by Rachel Abbey McCafferty  The creature was the size of a quarter when it dragged itself from the sea, gills shuddering and fins scrape…

“The creature was the size of a quarter when it dragged itself from the sea, gills shuddering and fins scraped bloody.” @molotovlitzine.bsky.social themolotovcocktail.com/about/archiv...

a spark suppressed—Rachel Abbey McCafferty Once upon a time, a girl grew up believing she could marry into princessdom, the ticket price being love. But this was America, so she believed she could become rich and famous based on her natural…

“There once was a flame, bold and bright and tough to look at straight on. The flame had a soul and the soul was a girl and the girl turned all she touched to ash.” @crowkeys.bsky.social crowcrosskeys.com/2025/07/19/a...

I start my day by reading an article about climate change, and then I apply sunscreen, SPF 120, and get in my boat to row to work. The sun shines harshly, the former shifting of seasons done, leaves permanently burnt on twisted limbs, green growth relegated t...

“… I sleep a fevered sleep of nightmares, jaw clenched, muscles tight, skin slick, body tense against the horrors of my mind reflecting the days unfolding in front of me, without my approval, change barreling forward without stop.” @maudlinhouse.bsky.social maudlinhouse.net/i-start-my-d...

When we h(a)unted We stalked the halls of dead malls, ghosts before our time. We lived by sense, taste and smell and sight, by instinct, lust and desire and rage. We were not quiet. We were not neat. The world is a hun...

“The world is a hunter of the monsters of girls, bent on filing sharp edges and shattering teeth and silencing wants and stifling impulses.” @maudlinhouse.bsky.social maudlinhouse.net/when-we-haun...

Thinking about how beautiful it is that we’re all out here, writing and reading and sharing each other’s stories with very little money or recognition on the line. Because that’s not the point. The point is that we keep writing these little gifts for ourselves and each other in spite of it all.

Yes and yes! Counting it as a win, regardless of skull status.

Thinking about how beautiful it is that we’re all out here, writing and reading and sharing each other’s stories with very little money or recognition on the line. Because that’s not the point. The point is that we keep writing these little gifts for ourselves and each other in spite of it all.

Help my dear friend put a little more magic and joy and wonder into the world 💕

Part 1 is done and that feels like the important part.

Beginning to think overwhelmed and at least slightly tired are just personality traits at this point.