Newly Launched Literary Journal Seeks Authors to Publish
Pome Worm Press is an independent, non-profit, online literary journal. It was born of a small author's desire to give a voice to other unknown, unpublished writers and poets for free.
The aim is to build an accessible archive where small authors have the space to express themselves and share their works with the world. Thus, receiving visibility and supporting each other.
The journal accepts poetry and flash fiction. Submitting is extremely easy. Check the guidelines here:
Authors can submit in any genre or theme, as nothing is boring or too dark.
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disclaimer: I write mainly fluff on this blog, but some of my AO3 links are rated mature. They will be tagged accordingly. Please continue at your own discretion.
This was once a writing-centric blog, but it's kinda an amalgam of whatever I want now. Would still love talking to people about writing and whatnot, though!
These days I've mainly been contributing to fandom as best I can with my writing and shitposting lol
DO NOT REPOST MY STUFF
･˳ . ⋆ MY MASTERLIST - is typically up to date with what fandoms I write for
･˳ . ⋆ MY AO3 - where I post all the fics I post here and the much longer ones
･˳ . ⋆ MY OCs - my babies!!! (from my fanfic and from my original work)
･˳ . ⋆ MY ART/DIY - self-explanatory lol i like making arts, crafts and doodles
･˳ . ⋆ FIC RECS - other people’s fics/headcanons/etc I enjoy a whole lot 💕
You can make requests, but please know that I write based on my inspiration and motivation at the time, so if I don't get around to writing your request... it's not you, it's me!!! 😭
჻჻჻჻჻჻ ABOUT THE AUTHOR
You can call me macey. (she/her/whateva). In muh 20's. I have LOTS of fandoms and I write EXTREMELY indulgently
I'm a black, mexican-american writer and artist.
Any racism or prejudice toward groups of people who are just trying to live their lives will make me wary and I unfollow and block on a whim and with nuance so... this is the one heads-up I'll give 💕
Otherwise, I'm a big fan of minding my own business and support other people's desire to do so as well :D
Right now I write mainly for fandom, but I also have personal projects. My dream is to make a webcomic or graphic novel one day, but my drawing level is way behind my writing level rn so who knows when that will happen lol
I’m also happy to receive asks, messages, tags, and the like! Feel free to get in touch! Mutuals may ask for my discord :)
჻჻჻჻჻჻ IN CONCLUSION...
I'm a pretty chill person who just wants to gush about blorbos and lore and whatnot.
I'm not the most organized person around and this blog kinda reflects that lol
I may create a form for a taglist one day if I have the audience for it (right now it doesn't seem I do so I can't be bothered lol)
Thanks in advance for your comments, reblogs, and funny/entertaining tags! Writing really is so much more fun when I share it with y'all :)
It’s one of those days. They’re asking me how you are, as though you'd still confide in me. As though I had an inkling of what you were up to. They’re staring at me with their glasses of champagne and their painted smiles, wondering aloud how I’m doing without you. I say I’m happy for you, then I cry myself to sleep at night. It doesn’t matter how much time passes. The memories cut deeper the more times I turn them over. Just like that, you got into that car that one day in September, wearing your maroon trenchcoat and your too-long scarf, and when you slammed the door shut, you did not even look back. Not once. Not even for me. You left it all behind. Your mind was always too big to live in such a small town, your mum used to say, but I didn’t agree. I thought the city would choke you. I thought it’d rob you of the air you needed to breathe - I nearly find myself wishing it had and I'm sorry for it. The city was at your feet from the moment you moved into that apartment overviewing the river, put up your mismatched mugs on your shelf in the kitchen and filled the rooms with your laughter. What hurt me the most was not you leaving me behind without hesitation. It was me realising that I could never be that person. I could never get into a car and slam the door shut on everything that used to mean the world to me and never look back. This is not who I am. I am the one who stays behind and answers questions about the people who left. If someone happens to ask you about me, do you tell them you‘re happy for me and mean it?
