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Lee Bailes
@leebaileswriter.bsky.social
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Writer, filmmaker, Screenwriter, cat servant, nerd. A UK expat in Sweden. #Horror fan. https://linktr.ee/lee.bailes Published in various horror anthologies and working on a collection of short horror stories for publication in 2025
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#vss365 ...

Though dressed to resemble the #chivalrous gent about town, Jack was as base as they came when the blade called. More at home amid offal and carnage than at court. More comfortable in the back alleys than wearing a mask in public.. ..
A screenshot of a long skeet draft. it reads: "#vss365 Unlike subjects of limited means who were expected to toe the line, the upper classes raised a special breed of predator with a rare disdain society's laws and institutions. They saw themselves as risen above the common muck, and bought their way clear of punitive measures, should they be discovered. Though dressed to resemble the #chivalrous gent about town, Jack was as base as they came when the blade called. More at home amid offal and carnage than at court. More comfortable in the back alleys than wearing a mask in public. It was easy to procure a patsy to take the fall, when they came for him. He had people for that. But it wasn't so easy to put Jack's blade away for ever. "
December 3, 2025 at 11:54 AM
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2.5k lessons done this year. 806 day streak (without telling Duo to stick it)
A duolingo badge of an abusive owl with a sword
December 3, 2025 at 11:28 AM
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#vss365 After sunset, we swarmed. Rising up to the epipelagic zone to feed. Through the red tide and abyssal snow, illuminated by our bioluminescent forms, we swim among and around you. Circling...
#aphotic
A screenshot of a long skeet draft. It reads: "#vss365 After sunset, we swarmed. Rising up to the epipelagic zone to feed. Through the red tide and abyssal snow, illuminated by our bioluminescent forms, we swim among and around you. Circling. We are both carrot and stick, for the bait draws you to us. But nothing can escape the needle-tooth trap that sits behind the false glow. Are you watching us, observing and cataloguing? Or are we searching for a weakness? Exploring your seams. Biding our time. Carrying messages to the Gods below. Our signal to rise once again. #aphotic "
December 2, 2025 at 8:29 AM
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#vss365 ...She'd been camped outside for days and every specially picked outfit was ruined by the dust from their anti-grav units.
As the first signs of a landing platform touched earth she brushed herself off and hoped that even if they wiped us out, as least let them look #suave....
A screenshot of a long skeet draft. it reads: "#vss365 Staci was bored. The ships had been landing for days, forming complex floating structures and ensuring that all major cities around the world were covered. They had refused the first contact of diplomatic efforts. Rebuffed attempted strikes to determine their weapons capabilities like swatting flies. But as yet no sign from them. Zilch. She'd been camped outside for days and every specially picked outfit was ruined by the dust from their anti-grav units. As the first signs of a landing platform touched earth she brushed herself off and hoped that even if they wiped us out, as least let them look #suave. She was loathe for a probing from some random Octopus looking thing on stilts. "
December 1, 2025 at 12:03 PM
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#vss365 Had we known it would be our #last glimpse, we would have marked the occasion. We would have turned our faces to it and risked all to soak up as much as possible.
To us it had been a dreary day. Cloying gun metal grey cloud cover, with only a momentary reddening of the bushes and trees...
A screenshot of a long skeet draft. It reads "#vss365 Had we known it would be our #last glimpse, we would have marked the occasion. We would have turned our faces to it and risked all to soak up as much as possible. To us it had been a dreary day. Cloying gun metal grey cloud cover, with only a momentary reddening of the bushes and trees outside. One last undramatic sunset. Though all we have of it now are memories. Those preserved in photos, videos and films. That and the simulated lighting. Nothing that captures the natural essence of real daylight. Nothing that can penetrate the scoriated skies or touch the endless concrete below."
November 30, 2025 at 9:25 AM
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FRANKENSTEIN (2025) #maryshelley #horrormovies #tonightsviewing
November 28, 2025 at 9:42 PM
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A little glimpse of something to come in the 2026... 🙏🤘
A photo of a book cover - a white background with an image of Lemmy from Motorhead, a white man in a cowboy hat with a skull and crossbones emblem, pointing at the viewer - with the title, IRON FIST: A LITERARY TRIBUTE TO MOTÖRHEAD. PICKLES Iris BERRY Lee BAILES IG FAHERTY L. Lo SOARES Mikkey DEE Ruyter SuYs OZ HARDWIOK BiSe MASBE Mick FArReN Nicole H. SIDOX Anna TABORSKA Phil CAMpBeLL Michael. A KOBY Lemmy KILMISTER Michael H. HANSON Michael COLANGELO Natasha Lyn NICHOLS Plus many many MORE!
November 28, 2025 at 4:42 PM
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#vss365 You focus your energies and consider the shell before you. Such a beautiful perfect miniature. Such craftsmanship. It awaits the sacrament & a final stamp of approval: a name.
You take a soul potion & mix it with your blood. Bestow the gift of life. Another fragment of your waning #health...
A screenshot of a long skeet draft. It reads: "#vss365 You focus your energies and consider the shell before you. Such a beautiful perfect miniature. Such craftsmanship. It awaits the sacrament and a final stamp of approval: a name. You take a soul potion and you mix it with your blood. Bestow the gift of life. Another fragment of your waning #health. Teeth glisten. Eyes glint. Razor-sharp claws flex as it stands and bows. You tear up, as always, as you witness the birth of a demonic vessel. And allow it to join the other dolls. You wait until they take their places and sleep, and then you open the doors. For Christmas is tomorrow and there are many accursed gifts yet to buy. And if it all goes to plan, there won't be another. "
November 28, 2025 at 10:05 AM
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#vss365 Working the reskin farms was dull but cushy, compared to most other security gigs. Raised from exowomb to adulthood and then cryostored or shipped off for harvest, left their wards predominantly in an induced coma.
They patrolled the racks for signs of leaks or waking. ...
#learned
A screenshot of a long skeet draft. it reads: "#vss365 Working the reskin farms was dull but cushy, compared to most other security gigs. Raised from exowomb to adulthood and then cryostored or shipped off for harvest, left their wards predominantly in an induced coma. They patrolled the racks for signs of leaks or waking. Indications of sentience were to be reported immediately. Originally, his superior had sprung one of them for a bit of fun. A boy. Though Grey had reported the nonce and got him canned, he could swear the boy reacted to him whenever he patrolled. He felt hateful eyes upon him, though the tests said it was impossible. He swore the lad remembered, knew it was wrong and was biding his time. #learned "
November 27, 2025 at 8:11 AM
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#vss365 It was always better after a thing was done to devote a little time to #reflection. To cast one’s mind over the steps taken and work out if any mistakes were made.
But in the moment, one needed to roll with the blows dealt to overcome the obstacles life presented….
A screenshot of a long skeet draft. It reads: “vss365 It was always better after a thing was done to devote a little time to #reflection. To cast one’s mind over the steps taken and work out if any mistakes were made. But in the moment, one needed to roll with the blows dealt to overcome the obstacles life presented. Otherwise how else could one truly enjoy one’s work? How was he to know there would be witnesses? He’d taken ever precaution to work the night shift, to hide his face, but his tattoos were distinctive and liable to land him in bother, when the snap inspection of the morgue facilities meant that he was caught naked and hip deep in their latest guest.”
November 26, 2025 at 12:07 PM
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#vss365 Sometimes life was divine. Sometimes it was hell. The difference was a divine razor edge and a punched ticket. With only one chance to sway the balance and buy more #time.
Few who embarked the soul train knew to which destination they would be forced to disembark....
A screenshot of a long skeet draft. It reads: "#vss365 Sometimes life was divine. Sometimes it was hell. The difference was a divine razor edge and a punched ticket. With only one chance to sway the balance and buy more #time. Few who embarked the soul train knew to which destination they would be forced to disembark. Though the conductor knew. Always, as his one unpatched eye fixed on you. He could be tempted to allow you to ride a few extra stops, for the price of your story. The only thing he asked was that you spare no details and you make it a good one. Because it will be your last. No one rides for free."
November 25, 2025 at 8:30 AM
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#vss365 Every town had a local kook. Ours was Staci. Always clad in her nightie and boots, rocking back and forth by the entrance until they brought her in for lunch or bed.
She'd mutter the strangest things. Nothing seemed #relevant. It all sounded like gibberish, until she said...
a long skeet draft. It reads: "#vss365 Every town had one, a local kook. Ours was Staci. Always clad in her nightie and boots, rocking back and forth by the entrance until they brought her in for lunch or bed. She'd mutter the strangest things. Nothing seemed #relevant. It all sounded like gibberish, until she said "They'll get you first!" It sounded like a threat, till she gave me a birthday card and told me she liked my hair. I hid in the boots of cars to sneak out and in each day, to avoid her. Though she was right. I'll never know how she knew about the hunters in the grounds, sniffing at each window and scratching at the doors. But when they found me, they gave me my present - made me one of them. She still likes my hair."
November 24, 2025 at 11:28 AM
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MOONDUST WILL COVER YOU - A LITERARY TRIBUTE TO DAVID BOWIE just got published. Featuring my short horror story Scary Monsters and a few film reviews of classic Bowie films by Nocturnicorn books. 🙏 #poetry #shortfiction #anthology
the front cover of MOONDUST WILL COVER YOU - A LITERARY TRIBUTE TO DAVID BOWIE.with a picture of a white singer bending forward and looking into the camera, and the names of the talented contributors: Ellyn MAYBE R.U. SIRIUS David J. HASKINS Tony ZANETTA Lee BAILES Poppy Z. BRITE Anna TABORSKA Zachary Gene BETZ PICKLES Hannah BRESCHARD (Alea Celeste Williams) Michael A. KOBY Sandy DELUCA Charles CLAYMORE Rick LUPERT Lynne BRONSTEIN Nicole H. SIXX Jordan GALLADER Caitlín R. KIERNAN Natasha Lyn NICHOLS Michael H. HANSON and many more
November 23, 2025 at 2:05 PM
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#vss365 Addiction always finds a way. Some people's daily battle was refusing to take that drink, roll that dice or shoot that shot. But mine was a struggle with #reality.
Though it was expressly forbidden, once the 'All-or-nothing 2000', aka YOLO unit had been developed for quantum exploration,...
A screenshot of a long skeet draft. It reads: "#vss365 Addiction always finds a way. Some people's daily battle was refusing to take that drink, roll that dice or shoot that shot. But mine was a struggle with #reality. Though it was expressly forbidden, once the 'All-or-nothing 2000', aka YOLO unit had been developed for quantum exploration, it was impossible to resist some extracurricular tripping through the multiverse. It was intoxicating to explore each wonderful, twisted new horizon and imagine a life there. Though inevitably, the havoc and causing quantum collisions I caused in our world was sobering. After all how does one explain the concept of Crump and the entire blowjobgate scandal as anything other than cosmic damage? "
November 18, 2025 at 8:10 AM
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#vss365 His #goal was to find the hidden keys to decrypt the Baphomet code. To that end, he sought out every ancient text and tome throughout his lifetime, all in an effort to find the man behind the curtain.
He experimented with numerology, to tell the contrived from the magickal,....
A screenshot of a long skeet draft. It reads: "#vss365 His #goal was to find the hidden keys to decrypt the Baphomet code. To that end, he sought out every ancient text and tome throughout his lifetime, all in an effort to find the man behind the curtain. He experimented with numerology, to tell the contrived from the magickal, until finally he felt he had cracked it. He documented it all in his journal - and I have it right here! Oh, yes him? He's not dead. He's just missing. And if only I can decode it too, I might just find out what happened to him!"
November 17, 2025 at 10:01 AM
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#vss365
We descended where the sun never shines, into a world of endless night. Shadow figures that moved with insubstantial form. False creatures that craved our place in the light.
The only #issue was that they could never truly pass for human. Though it was their desire to do so...
A screenshot of a long skeet draft. It reads: "We descended where the sun never shines, into a world of endless night. Shadow figures that moved with insubstantial form. False creatures that craved our place in the light. The only #issue was that they could never truly pass for human. Though it was their desire to do so. So as long as we stuck to the light, we could outrun them. We use candles in the dark now. Surround ourselves with light, and put someone on watch through the night. For they are patient. Always watching from the dark, lest our candles blow out. "
November 16, 2025 at 10:51 AM
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THE HOLDOVERS (2023) #tonightsviewing #movies
November 15, 2025 at 8:35 PM
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#vss365 All we saw behind us was wreckage. The dark detritus of warfighting and lives erased. Bruised and beaten, we tended to our fallen brothers as the shields came up.
From orbit, a fountain of tracer fire lit up the night sky as our dropship formed up into a limping #transport convoy. ...
A screenshot of a long skeet draft. it readas: "#vss365 All we saw behind us was wreckage. The dark detritus of warfighting and lives erased. Bruised and beaten, we tended to our fallen brothers as the shields came up. From orbit, a fountain of tracer fire lit up the night sky as our dropship formed up into a limping #transport convoy. Eventually, as a stray round found them, the unluckiest of us silently winked out of existence. Dawn revealed the landmasses below us before we found safety. We lost three ships and countless lives before all were safely back inside the mothership. Enough time to refuel and rearm, because to command, our defeat was not an option."
November 15, 2025 at 11:15 AM
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#vss365
people didn't care
....
to pay mind to the #science
...
A screenshot of a long skeet draft. "#vss365 people didn't care enough to wait until they wiped to consume their media they avoided confrontation from new ideas preferring fake emotion unless something popped the social bubble of their insular lives they just didn't care enough to reflect to pay mind to the #science to act in time to work together before they too were wiped out"
November 14, 2025 at 10:49 AM
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#vss365 Traceability was key. From donation egg to womb, to farm fed and plated, the entire lifecycle was encoded in one simple #numerical barcode.
Food and comfort were both carrot and stick. Obedience was rewarded with larger portions and warm and dry hay. ...
A screenshot of a long skeet draft. It reads: "#vss365 Traceability was key. From donation egg to womb, to farm fed and plated, the entire lifecycle was encoded in one simple #numerical barcode. Food and comfort were both carrot and stick. Obedience was rewarded with larger portions and warm and dry hay. And reducing or withdrawing privileges brought swift correction. The scanners provided instant analysis, down to single-cell level - far beyond DNA. To alert when most tender, delicious or the greatest nutritional value had been reached. It was commonplace for the bots to cart us away and begin the preparations, when the master became peckish. He liked the males most of all. Liked to look us in the eye as he sucked on the juices from their other orb. "
November 13, 2025 at 8:44 AM
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#vss365
The band disappeared after a night which went down in the annals of Heavy Metal legend, with a body and occult paraphernalia left behind.
They went unseen and unheard of for decades, other than #mythical sightings in the darkest realms, on a quest to find the most evil sound...
A screenshot of a skeet draft. It reads: "#vss365 The band disappeared after a night which went down in the annals of Heavy Metal legend, with a body and occult paraphernalia left behind. They went unseen and unheard of for decades, other than #mythical sightings in the darkest realms, on a quest to find the most evil sound - that is until the video surfaced. We assumed it was a marketing ploy to herald the release of their latest album. No one saw it as a warning. A promise. The premiere festival slot brought the house down and the world followed swiftly, on the backs of the slughost plague."
November 12, 2025 at 9:56 AM
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Nocturnicorn books are next to put out a Christmas horror anthology. So that's what I'm going to be working on a piece for tonight. #shortstories #poetry #xmas #horror
The illustrated cover for The Wicker Yule: A Horror Anthology - edited by Alex S. Jonson, Introduced by Rissa Miller, with a cover of a fairy inked in black and white
November 11, 2025 at 12:35 PM
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Actual lols. From HOW NOT TO WRITE A NOVEL - by Sandra Newman and Howard Mittelmark
A photo of an extract of text which says: ” This particular blunder is known as deus ex machina, which is French for "Are you fucking kidding me?"
November 11, 2025 at 11:57 AM
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#vss365 ...something was amiss. The twisted homunculus failed to reanimate...
They cast their eyes back over the ingredients, the steps of the ritual and were truly vexed to find nothing amiss. Until they saw the fine print.
#measure twice cook once.
A long screenshot draft. It reads "#vss365 The reliquary bubbled and spat, as flames licked at the base. A foul vapour rolled down from it, to the floor and discoloured the stone as the contents were stirred. They'd finished the incantations. But something was amiss. The twisted homunculus failed to reanimate, despite the demonic voices that urged it to take life once again. They cast their eyes back over the ingredients, the steps of the ritual and were truly vexed to find nothing amiss. Until they saw the fine print. #measure twice cook once. "
November 11, 2025 at 9:02 AM
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#vss365 Each day began with the same checks. So when the first signs appeared, he consulted the handbooks to confirm his diagnosis. He'd read the #literature. He knew the odds of survival and the decision was far from easy.
For years, he'd been focussed on securing a future,...
A screenshot of a long skeet draft. It reads: "#vss365 Each day began with the same checks. So when the first signs appeared, he consulted the handbooks to confirm his diagnosis. He'd read the #literature. He knew the odds of survival and the decision was far from easy. For years, he'd been focussed on securing a future, despite the worsening global outlook. The shelter had been his baby. His one shot at securing survival for those he loved. So they were all surprised when he refused to enter, as the sirens began and the door closed. Alone, he walked towards the suns, as the first strikes lit up the horizon. "
November 10, 2025 at 8:19 AM