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Dennis Conrad. English/special ed teacher, aspiring weird fiction author perennially working on a genre-confused psychic spy thriller and distracting myself from it by writing horror shorts Author website: https://dennisconraddotcom.wordpress.com/
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I’m honored to have a story featured in Gypsophila Zine’s latest (free) volume! One of the weirdest I’ve done, too.

Also happy to be featured alongside a good friend of mine, Stephanie Evans, and her moving, beautiful work!

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Gypsophila Zine - V3: I7: untitled digressions
Volume 3 Issue 7 of Gypsophila. Published June 7, 2025. Featuring images from a collaboration between MRND and Hugo Santos Silva.
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the classic psychic brain-fry in action
	And she dove in—his memories unwound in a confused tangle, he felt it all unravel, a childhood slipping like smoke through his fingers, impressions of names places all there at once, a bark of laughter, tears, streaking snapshots of Tokyo on fire and blasts of sand and blood and screams on Juno Beach and the black of night in a winter Alaska sky the inhuman sounds ringing out from the grim monolith behind and the redwhiteblue of the flag draping Goodhawk’s coffin, the cold of the pounding rain, a thousand boardrooms and a thousand barracks and a twirling mayhem of the masses looking up at him and shouting and screaming in what might have been excitement and might have been horror—he could no longer distinguish between such specificities—impression of a void-black shape looming, searing agony spiderwebbing through his head, the flashes and burns of synapses being snapped, connections being severed, dancing lights of nothingness as it all came spiraling apart. He couldn’t even feel himself screaming.
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the classic psychic brain-fry in action
	And she dove in—his memories unwound in a confused tangle, he felt it all unravel, a childhood slipping like smoke through his fingers, impressions of names places all there at once, a bark of laughter, tears, streaking snapshots of Tokyo on fire and blasts of sand and blood and screams on Juno Beach and the black of night in a winter Alaska sky the inhuman sounds ringing out from the grim monolith behind and the redwhiteblue of the flag draping Goodhawk’s coffin, the cold of the pounding rain, a thousand boardrooms and a thousand barracks and a twirling mayhem of the masses looking up at him and shouting and screaming in what might have been excitement and might have been horror—he could no longer distinguish between such specificities—impression of a void-black shape looming, searing agony spiderwebbing through his head, the flashes and burns of synapses being snapped, connections being severed, dancing lights of nothingness as it all came spiraling apart. He couldn’t even feel himself screaming.
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jakemgrumbach.bsky.social
“Win every election” is not a viable strategy for preventing authoritarianism
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the aftermath of an Akira-style psychic freakout, and an attempt at doing the whole run-on sentence thing that I can never stop myself from trying
Down the corridor from the ripped-down reinforced door there’s a long blood-trail that starts on the left-hand wall, a great splatter followed by a long, thick line of red showing where the second guard’s face had been slammed against the concrete with extraordinary force then agonizingly dragged along, face being pushed so hard into the wall that soon the blood-trail becomes mixed in with solid remnants of what had once been that face, bits of flesh and bone and brain and eye-jelly flattened into the mad stretched impression of a visage and after a twelve-foot run of such mess the body lays crumpled against the wall and even the hardened masked forensic team that’s surveying the scene has not yet deigned to turn the corpse back over to see what horrid ruins remain.
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the aftermath of an Akira-style psychic freakout, and an attempt at doing the whole run-on sentence thing that I can never stop myself from trying
Down the corridor from the ripped-down reinforced door there’s a long blood-trail that starts on the left-hand wall, a great splatter followed by a long, thick line of red showing where the second guard’s face had been slammed against the concrete with extraordinary force then agonizingly dragged along, face being pushed so hard into the wall that soon the blood-trail becomes mixed in with solid remnants of what had once been that face, bits of flesh and bone and brain and eye-jelly flattened into the mad stretched impression of a visage and after a twelve-foot run of such mess the body lays crumpled against the wall and even the hardened masked forensic team that’s surveying the scene has not yet deigned to turn the corpse back over to see what horrid ruins remain.
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sarahvb.bsky.social
Those of us who love people with autism are collectively exploding in rage right now.

These people can go fuck themselves to hell forever.
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lauren.rotatingsandwiches.com
peter thiel (clutching chrome plated human skull) tell me oracle... does the world end in fire, or ice? the passionate flames of the activist thunberg, or the frozen doom yudkowski demands?

chatGPT: ✨ What a great question, Peter! ✨

Let's break that tough Q down 🕺, in your favorite epic style:
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brendelbored.bsky.social
I like how the news will be like “while the President claiming Portland was ruled by a giant skeleton named Mr Nibbles is not strictly true, it does speak to the anxiety of many Americans”
dennycore.bsky.social
Thank you for writing so many incredible books!
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turns out "prize" comes up once in what I hope is a solid "redshirts POV" scene

and you know what? I see that it thinks "firing" is a grammar mistake. What if grammar was the mistake?
Then a sudden sibilant sound from one of the Peruvians behind; immediately the grab-ass atmosphere was gone, and each of the six soldiers was peering about into the jungle, rifles raised. “Think I saw…” the speaking Peruvian slipping into Spanish for a quick “¡Mierda!” and firing a shot into the trees; Artyom saw what he saw in a blink, the flash of someone sliding through the jungle ahead. And all at once they were plunging through the brush, Artyom squeezing off a burst that obliterated a whole treeline. He saw that shadow, that unmistakably humanoid shadow slipping through the trees again. The void of an eyepatch over one eye.
“It’s her!” He started pointing wildly after the form as it vanished into the brush. “The empath!” The rest went crashing after, knowing their prize was near, firing loose potshots through the foliage at every twitching leaf. Corporal Konstantin crashed through into a clearing first, the four Senderistas moving somewhat more subtly in his wake; and behind, Artyom, feeling a sudden trepidation, flickered a glance over his shoulder.
When he turned back to the clearing it was just in time to watch the top of Konstantin’s head shear off.
dennycore.bsky.social
#WIPSnips #WriteSky #weirdfiction

turns out "prize" comes up once in what I hope is a solid "redshirts POV" scene

and you know what? I see that it thinks "firing" is a grammar mistake. What if grammar was the mistake?
Then a sudden sibilant sound from one of the Peruvians behind; immediately the grab-ass atmosphere was gone, and each of the six soldiers was peering about into the jungle, rifles raised. “Think I saw…” the speaking Peruvian slipping into Spanish for a quick “¡Mierda!” and firing a shot into the trees; Artyom saw what he saw in a blink, the flash of someone sliding through the jungle ahead. And all at once they were plunging through the brush, Artyom squeezing off a burst that obliterated a whole treeline. He saw that shadow, that unmistakably humanoid shadow slipping through the trees again. The void of an eyepatch over one eye.
“It’s her!” He started pointing wildly after the form as it vanished into the brush. “The empath!” The rest went crashing after, knowing their prize was near, firing loose potshots through the foliage at every twitching leaf. Corporal Konstantin crashed through into a clearing first, the four Senderistas moving somewhat more subtly in his wake; and behind, Artyom, feeling a sudden trepidation, flickered a glance over his shoulder.
When he turned back to the clearing it was just in time to watch the top of Konstantin’s head shear off.
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lukeoneil47.bsky.social
The secret police performatively praying over fast food hamburgers before a hard day's work disappearing immigrants. They'd call you a hack for making a joke like that. I feel like one just noticing it having happened in real life.

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Everything is so stupid and so dangerous at once
Out here is where the monsters are
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cheerfulmelancholy.bsky.social
Dungeon, cell, same difference haha. Flynn's taste in interior decorating is nonexistent regardless.
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Transcript: Her eyes roamed over the apartment for the umpteenth time since sneaking in. 'It' appeared to be living in minimalist hell, wasting away in mundanity. Ex-military or not, the place was more sparsely decorated than a prison cell. She could feel her sanity slipping the longer she stayed between the empty white walls.

Flynn regarded her with a wary gaze, arms crossed. This was not the quiet evening he'd hoped for after getting out of the shower. "Why the hell should I trust you?" he spat, tense with anticipation for the other shoe to drop. "You break into my apartment and think I'm gonna jump at the opportunity to work with you?" She was skilled and ballsy. It was quite the combo.
dennycore.bsky.social
Thank you! I'm glad this snippet works well, even in isolation. Thanks for reading :)
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replacing dungeon with its nautical brother "brig"
	It didn’t take long for the commandos—mostly native Senderistas, with a few fish-out-of-water Russians mixed in—to determine that the five Americans in the brig were turncoat bandits, all of whom professed an immediate enthusiasm for communism and a readiness to join with the Soviet cause. The Peacemaker asked them all to pledge their intention to fight for the working-class and gave them a few lines of the Communist Manifesto to repeat back to him; he had them line up to be uncuffed and, once nicely arranged, had the five commandos assigned to them unceremoniously shoot each of the bandits in the head and dump them overboard.
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replacing dungeon with its nautical brother "brig"
	It didn’t take long for the commandos—mostly native Senderistas, with a few fish-out-of-water Russians mixed in—to determine that the five Americans in the brig were turncoat bandits, all of whom professed an immediate enthusiasm for communism and a readiness to join with the Soviet cause. The Peacemaker asked them all to pledge their intention to fight for the working-class and gave them a few lines of the Communist Manifesto to repeat back to him; he had them line up to be uncuffed and, once nicely arranged, had the five commandos assigned to them unceremoniously shoot each of the bandits in the head and dump them overboard.
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and next they came for the academics, but the academics were packing
	“So just what are you in it for then?” Deckard asked, punctuated by thunder and a bolt of lightning throwing them all into the flicker of the mansion’s shadow.
	That light reflected in the Professor’s eyes. “I dunno.” Seeing Deckard’s blinking disbelief he continued: “I should be teaching, man. I’m supposed to be giving a class on the European Romantic poets right now. I wasn’t even one of the political ones. Maybe that’s why the kids started coming to me when they started rounding up radicals—I was safer. And when they came for the kids…well…we defended ourselves. And after that…” pausing, he gestured around at the assembled partisans and their weapons, at his own tank that rumbled steadily behind them. “Repeat that same story in a thousand varieties across the city and…” gesturing finally to the General’s barricaded mansion looming over them like a Gothic cathedral as a wordless end to his tale.
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and next they came for the academics, but the academics were packing
	“So just what are you in it for then?” Deckard asked, punctuated by thunder and a bolt of lightning throwing them all into the flicker of the mansion’s shadow.
	That light reflected in the Professor’s eyes. “I dunno.” Seeing Deckard’s blinking disbelief he continued: “I should be teaching, man. I’m supposed to be giving a class on the European Romantic poets right now. I wasn’t even one of the political ones. Maybe that’s why the kids started coming to me when they started rounding up radicals—I was safer. And when they came for the kids…well…we defended ourselves. And after that…” pausing, he gestured around at the assembled partisans and their weapons, at his own tank that rumbled steadily behind them. “Repeat that same story in a thousand varieties across the city and…” gesturing finally to the General’s barricaded mansion looming over them like a Gothic cathedral as a wordless end to his tale.
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gremlin.world
I will never not repost this

(Sound on for maximum effect)
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bugsmaytrix.bsky.social
oh that's why i'm going insane got it
helldude.bsky.social
its truly remarkable, you have to really take the measure of it and it's almost hard to comprehend it, but the president of the united states is having texas invade illinois and oregon just to make twitter content
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billcorbett.bsky.social
Look at this dumb baby shit. Pure pathetic insecurity in tchotchke form by people who should never hold any power over others. Also not a coin you doofuses!
FBI director’s laughable challenge coins (?)