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This is the concept of Love Shore. Taken from their Kickstarter, “Love Shoreis a visual novel game that takes concepts we’ve always loved in sci-fi, action, and horror and blends…

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Welcome to Recondite Hill

Welcome to the town of Recondite Hill. This small town is home to the bizarre and monstrous things that lurk at the edge of the darkness. The weird and strange that creep into local legend and folklore, warping a location into a mysterious hot spot of ‘what ifs’ and camp fire stories.

GenderTerror had the pleasure of meeting the founders of Recondite Hill and asking them about their project to…

For October, we are going to try to do flash reviews. These are a little bit different than our more in-depth reviews.

You'd submit reviews for horror movies (or other media like books/music) and their queer subtext (1k-1.5k words) and we pay $10 a pop. We'd ultimately like to publish 2 a week for October.

You would directly email us your submission (as opposed to a pitch) and we would say yes/no, pay you, and then post it!

Monsters Out of the Closet: An Interview with the Producers Shriya and Nicole

Monsters Out of the Closet is a horror podcast that focuses on fiction by LGBTQ+ creators. Songs, poems, stories, Monsters covers it all. A wide variety of voice actors and some creative effects add that atmosphere and tension that written word alone may not be able to add.

Executive producers Nicole Calande (who’s over audio production) and Shriya Venkatesh, (who’s over content production)…

The Curious Interview Involving Natasha and the Ali

Originally starting with Ophiuchus, Natasha Tara Petrović and Ali Leriger de la Plante (as Dream Cake) are bringing their writing and art together for another project. The Curious Mystery Involving Dracula and the Wolfman follows the named characters as they attempt to find Frankenstein’s birthday gift that was stolen during an attempted murder on the Count himself! GenderTerror was able to talk…

Interview with Time’s Fool, Wilfred Earl

“No-one believes in ghosts,” said Steven, and leaned back against the booth, “that was my point.”

Described by the author, Time’s Foolis a novel about monstrosity, about desire and communication. It’s about the self we present to the world and the needs we whisper to ourselves in the darkness. It is about honesty and the fear of honesty. It is about the things we refuse – refuse to say, refuse to…

Two Dead Queers Presents: GUILLOZINE the Interview

Shock. Gore. Sacrilege. And more! GUILLOZINE contains art and stories that dare to push the boundaries. Available both for free online and for physical purchase on Amazon, GUILLOZINE is really a no boundaries zine.

GenderTerror had the good fortune of being able to interview both parts of Two Dead Queers, K.M. Claude and R.E. Hellinger, about not only the zine and the future, but also about their…

In the forest where mushrooms grow, you leave something behind each day.

You hear a rustling in the woods, and you know you aren’t supposed to go there, but you steal away at dusk and give the forest what it wants. Or at least, what you think it wants. A gift, or an offering. To help something, to appease something. You aren’t sure which it is, but you are afraid everything might turn grey if you stop. You’re afraid it might come knocking at your door, demanding, if you don’t visit it first.

You return home as quickly and quietly as possible. Every fall since you can remember, your town isolates itself. No one leaves their home. Everyone has spent the months leading up to the season preparing, stockpiling food and supplies, to make sure they won’t have to leave for anything. Even on good days, there is an undercurrent of fear and unease, and everything is tinted grey.

The town would look abandoned from the outside if it weren’t for the warm glow coming from the windows -cars gather leaves and dust, neighbors open their doors only as much as they need to toss out the trash and hurriedly slam them shut. It if weren’t for the stench and threat of disease, you’re sure they wouldn’t even do that.

This tradition existed since before you were born, since before your mother was born, since before her mother could remember. It’s older than the trees hunching over in the wind outside your window, reaching towards you with their knotted, finger-like branches. It’s old enough that now, no one is entirely sure why they do it.

“Do you want to add a mystery key?” The screen on the key machine asked.

Anita brushed a lock of jet black hair behind her ear and shrugged. It never hurt to have too many spare keys. The machine whirled back to life depositing another heavily against the rest. Anita reached down shoving the others into her pocket, and paused at the mystery key. It didn’t look like any key she’d ever seen before. The blade extended out twice the length and ended in a set of teeth on either side. Three loops entwined around the bronze bow and along its base a name had been engraved: Wainwright.

“Well, I guess they weren’t kidding about the mystery part.”

Just then, the buzz of her phone reminded her why she needed keys in the first place.

“Hey baby. Yeah, I got the keys. Be home soon,” she answered.

The gravel driveway crunched underneath the car as Anita pulled up. Sasha sat on the porch steps with an exasperated expression on her face. Before Anita could get out of the car, Sasha was already mid explanation.

“ – stuck in the door. And then I tried to use tweezers, ‘cause I’ve heard that works, and then the tweezers just shoved it even further in. Why isn’t everything just voice activated already?! I hate keys!”

Anita smiled, sat down, and silenced her briefly with a kiss, “It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not! This is the third one in a month. A month!!” Sasha ranted, “I’m cursed. I have a key curse, Annie. Don’t give me anymore… Oh! This one is cute!”