HeyJaredStories from Luna Asli Kolcu
Fantasy, horror & gothic fiction exploring the spaces between loss and becoming. Where grief becomes myth. Stories with heart for those who walk in shadows. lunaaslikolcu.substack.com
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- Sep 24, 2026
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- Jul 19, 2026
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ARC applications for Of Bramble and Bone : He Gave Her Three Rules (opens the original)
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The Little Mermaid: She Dissolved Into Sea Foam (opens the original)
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The Portrait Is Finished (opens the original)
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Standalone dark fantasy short story. Part of the Voices from the Midnight Market story cycle.A tale of honesty, and the difference between telling the truth and losing the ability to lie. In 1487 a Florentine painter buys a pigment that shows what people are. The vendor names a price he does not listen to. Nine letters survive, compiled seventy-four years later by a nun with her own reasons for wanting to know what he did.New here? The Market opens a new door every Wednesday. Subscribe and I’ll
One Word a Day (opens the original)
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Horror · Quiet HorrorShort Fiction • Manners for the End of the World AnthologyA woman alone in Valencia takes a calendar out of an empty farmacia and writes one word in it every day, the way she once wrote one word a day above her husband’s bed. On the sixth day the calendar is on day twelve, and the handwriting is hers.Estimated read time: 8 minutes · Themes: ritual, grief, the record we leaveCW: terminal illness · home hospice · bereavement · compulsive ritual · dissociation<figu
Horror Navigation Guide (opens the original)
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