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Juniper White 🦊
@junewhitewrites.bsky.social
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"What a devious storyteller!"
writer of haunted houses, obsessions, trans love, night skies, vertiginous stories and plays, revelry
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https://juniperwrites.neocities.org/
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junewhitewrites.bsky.social
finally got around to making my collage for wine-dark eyes! this one's for those who like fish and mist and calm horror and missed connections.
a collage showing two hands (one face down on top, the other face up below), with colorful fish, an eel, an octopus, and a small isopod falling between them.
August 27, 2025 at 1:33 AM
junewhitewrites.bsky.social
finding out i have an ai overview for let her collect stamps is the funniest thing to happen to me today
A Google AI Overview reading: ""Let Her Collect Stamps" is the title of a short story by Juniper White, published in Apex Magazine. The story explores themes of legacy, the mundane, and the acceptance of death, particularly within the context of Palestinian elders passing on their life and experiences. Juniper White is a Palestinian author, and the story is said to be influenced by the experiences of Palestinian elders."
July 12, 2025 at 12:56 AM
junewhitewrites.bsky.social
some of the collages ive been making for my stories :3 its been really fun getting to experiment in a new medium
a digital collage of a yellow stamp featuring a skull surrounded by flowers a digital collage focused on a painting of a white girl in a white dress, with hue-shifted copies fading out behind her. her face has been replaced by a circuit board, a few pills, and a pair of hands. a digital collage of a cat surrounded by flowers and mushrooms a digital collage of a painting of a young girl facing away from the viewer, the full moon behind her. below her, a reflection of her and the moon hue-shifted to blue creates the illusion of a pond.
May 17, 2025 at 8:56 AM
junewhitewrites.bsky.social
work on thesis is going badly because i wrote this paragraph and i dont know how to top it
No live thing can exist sanely under conditions of cisheteropatriarchy; even football jocks and pageant queens are supposed, by Judith Butler, to be performing drag. The house on 63rd Avenue, not sane, spent its days slumbering in dreamless hunger, floorboards creaking out whines as its stomach churned. The house didn’t dream because it wasn’t supposed to dream, and so the house was perfect. It lacked naught but a white picket fence. No name but its address. The house had stood for 22 years, and it didn’t know if it could stand for much longer without going completely fucking insane. Nothing walked its floors, and whatever nothing walked there walked alone.
January 26, 2025 at 9:41 PM