The land remembers.
The dead dream through us.
Robert Wiltree thought leaving Oklahoma meant leaving the ghosts behind. Then came the deer, the blood, and the sound of his wife screaming in a dream that felt older than he was.
#FolkHorror#HorrorBook#IndigenousHorror
I'm writing an #indigenous#domestichorror novel and need some feedback. The rez is a difficult place to find feedback. Attached are the first four pages.
I'm 1/2 Choctaw, 32, and a father of three. Recovering addict that writes on weekends, evenings.
Yakoke! ππͺΆ #ownvoices
Bonepickers would clean the remains of any flesh left to assure their crossover into the spirit world. Remains returned to where it was born.
βIβm Thinking About Killing My Wife.β Is my debut Indigenous Domestic Horror.
#ownvoices#ownvoicesbooks#horrorbook#domestichorror
What if something inherited starts pulling the threads of your dreams. Something that struck a deal on the Trail of Tears. Something that is full like a swollen tick. And now it begins its retching.
IM THINKING ABOUT KILLING MY WIFE
COMING 2026. ππͺ
#indigenous#indieauthor
WOOOOOOO.
Now off to an editor to see if Iβm wasting my time. π₯²
Beta readers apps open apps open soon.
IM THINKING ABOUT KILLING MY WIFE drops mid 2026 ππΉπ«£π
#debutauthor#betareader#horror#folkhorror#nativehorror
also I almost got 1k words done on my 30 minute lunch break not because I am a lazy, uninterested employee. Rather, it is because I am lazy, uninterested, and still good.
MAYBE IM DELUSIONAL.
THE BODIES HUNGER FOR THE FRUITS OF THE LAND. THE LA D HUNGERS ONLY FOR THE BODIES.
iβve been dreaming about killing my wife.
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