stschorey
@stschorey.bsky.social
writer | editor | PhD, UNC Chapel Hill | 🏳️🌈
Some nice person urged me to post links to some of my stories published in 2025 and I probably will, but I think I'll post links to some friends' work first or instead of. Please add your own or others. See thread to follow, which I'll add to (and you should too.)
“Building a writing community is important… [and] actively supporting other writers. I don’t see other writers as competition but as opportunities to grow. I get to be a colleague AND a fan!” Great interview featuring @pmraymond.bsky.social ahead of her debut collection this spring
A Word With P.M. Raymond
Now it’s time to learn more about the authors we read. . . What drew you to the genre you write? Because I write across genres, there are many creative funnels that got me to this place. I g…
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Ive not been on socials much these last few months, and not writing as much either—this was a very kind surprise to wrap up the year. Here’s to more writing, boosting, and making art with friends in 2026 🖤
Last Christmas, the immensely talented author (and my friend) @stschorey.bsky.social had an awesome holiday-themed flash story published by @shotgunhoney.com. Check it out: shotgunhoney.com/fiction/murd...
Time to spill the tea! Meet the cover of my debut novel-length work, The Bush Tea Murder, coming from Crooked Lane Books in April 2026! Want to win one of 5 physical galleys of the book? Enter at Goodreads between now and 11/16: www.goodreads.com/giveaway/ent...
For Latin American Heritage month give the gift of a review! Reviews sell books. If you liked a book, review it. Even a sentence. If you can't do the one sentence maybe upvote a good review you agree with. In the age of the algorithm we gotta work the system. Upvote, click or share. Thnx.
“Now, my silhouette reshaped by hormones, surgery on the horizon, I watch it unfold itself like some ghoulish flower, its shape continually swelling, bursting, and reforming as it seeks an escape, a way to move undetected in the world, and I see myself.” Gretchen Felker-Martin
Here's Gretchen Felker Martin's original essay that appeared in the back of COME INTO ME #2. She's a phenomenal writer and you should absolutely read her work.
Nothing quite as damning to the nation as a 10 year old telling a reporter they didn’t know where to hide bc they practiced shooting drills in the classroom and not the church.
Sign up & join me Saturday, Sept. 13th for “Genre Mashups - Including a Pinch of Horror in Your Next Mystery/Suspense”! This FREE ZOOM presentation examines how horror blends with mystery, crime, thriller, and suspense elements. Register NOW! - sistersincrime-org.zoom.us/meeting/regi...
“as industrious as the state whose success was poultry & eggs tobacco & soybeans as well as convictions” Thylias Moss
The Subculture of the Wrongfully Accused
Ultimately improved by it: slant light hitting his prison obliquely near the state bird’s pointed head accentuated crest, the black-ringed bill from which wheat-wheat-wheat-wheat from which whoit chee...
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“She thinks of her life as a path that’s narrowed, a twisting stairway she has always been walking down. She remembers her grandmother telling her that the things that feel inevitable are not always so, that gentle moments have power.” @bethgoder.bsky.social
Miles To Go Before I Sleep - PSYCHOPOMP.COM
The third time Zoey meets Death, she is unarmed except for a bag of twenty-seven kazoos.
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“What the surgeon cut from her had hair and half a crooked smile. Teratoma it was called, monster-swelling.” @vanopticon.bsky.social
Pygmalion
Cyprus sweats and sings through the window: pigeons chasing boys who chased them, women whispering the name he kisses with a desiccating gesture: cool breath through lips pursed like the papyrus reed ...
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“The day folds up like money if you’re lucky.” Kevin Young
Busking
You’ve seen me, brushed past— my strings screech & light up like a third rail— Mornings, I am fed by flies, strangers, sunrise.
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It’s about that time of year where I start sincerely convincing myself that a new planner and more Halloween decorations will fix me
Actually, I spoke too soon because I did write this flash for Shotgun Honey about Jennifer Holiday from HOLLYWOOD DOWN LOW: shotgunhoney.com/fiction/one-...
One Last Dance for Your Friend by Meghan Leigh Paulk
When you walk through the doors of Club Ten, my jaw drops like a broken elevator. To see you again. Here. After the way we left things. Still, I shouldn’t be surprised. You’ve always been an invete…
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I made my first pitch ever to Writer's Digest in February. How did it go? Spoiler alert...it worked out fine. Here's a few thoughts on what pitching to @writersdigest.bsky.social taught me about a successful pitch...and how short story writing influenced it. pmraymond.substack.com/p/what-pitch...
What an honor to receive a shoutout for my story, “Effie’s Oasis.” Thank you again, @mysteriousbookshop.com!
Excellent Library Journal review for this year's installment in our Mysterious Bookshop Presents the Best Mystery Stories of the Year anthology
“He borrowed my pen once and I wrote a prose poem about it. Since then, everything I write is tinged with his aura. That flash fiction I wrote last month contains his spectacled green eyes, the micro that will publish in August has his clearly bleached white teeth…” @melissacuisine.bsky.social
My Muse is a 55-Year-Old Chemistry Professor | MrBullBull
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“There’d been a lot of deliveries and a lot of vials and one or two may have made it home with me. I’d stopped using by then, but I’d never stopped looking for an exit ramp…” @garivers.bsky.social
SONG OF THE CONFESSOR | Fiction By G. A. Rivers – Reckon Review
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“‘Collecting for the annual county police party,’ he said. ‘Keep your mouth shut about this, Huggy Bear.’ My name’s not Huggy Bear, I wanted to say. But I couldn’t fuck up another job.” @keithroysdon.bsky.social
Here’s my latest short story, “Rousting,” just published by Pistol Jim Press. open.substack.com/pub/pistolji...
“Sometimes I want to touch you and be touched in return. But you think I’m grabbing and I think you’re shirking and Mama always said to look out for men like you” Nikki Giovanni
The Laws of Motion
The laws of science teach us a pound of gold weighs as much as a pound of flour though if dropped from any undetermined height in their natural state one would reach bottom and one would fly away Laws...
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It’d be really hard to pull away from this kind of publicity for a first book. Adding all of these titles to my TBR list, and I hope you do too.
15 of 24 authors, and two judges, have now withdrawn. First Book: Curtis Garner, Jason Okundaye, Sacha Coward, Sanah Ahsan, Amy Twigg, Mae Diansangu, Eleanor Medhurst, Hanako Footman, Ciara Maguire, June Thomas Main: Olumide Popoola, Robert Hamberger, Andrew McMillan, Rhian Elizabeth, Jane Traies
“…or more like born in the right body too early or born at the wrong time, in the wrong language. i remember Tommy said he (is he a they now?) lived for how i put it in that one poem “more tomboy than boy” and i think that’s what language does—builds a room made for living.” Danez Smith
They/Them
said with some nuance: as if i came to masculinity through the women’s gate, as if a daughter who grew into her father but not like trans, but like trans or a transformation without catalyst or smoke....
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A reminder that @reckoningmag.bsky.social has audio and you can subscribe if interested — for stories, discussions, and more! reckoning.press/category/for...
Audio | Reckoning
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Serendipitiously, it just so happens next week we'll be podcasting an audio performance of "Within the Seed Lives the Fruit" by the author, Leah Andelsmith, produced by Reckoning's audio editor Aaron Kling. Subscribe here to tune in: reckoning.press/category/for...
“I told you other things too—that we would end up down south again in that city of tarot card readers, storms, and gin. In the summer, it’s terror for people who can’t take it. But we can. We were never really going to get away.” @sandmansimonds.bsky.social
A Certain Kind of Debt
You said once they gave you a house with waves of peppermint in the backyard, the Library of Babylon, and free lunch, they would take it away.
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