Scarlett

Blaze rejected this blog post for being too upsetting. Apparently, the reality of genocide is bad for ad space

Censorship by sanitisation

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The Underland Review The glitch won. Normal content has been corrupted. Issue One of The Underland Review: This Zine is a Lie is now live — 57 pages of poetry, prose, art, and soft monsters from the margins of the algorithm. Pay what you want. Hold it in your hands. Or vanish into the archive.

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For sure. Both.

Fear is not felt in the spine. It’s in the residue behind the iris.

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The tears of the perp. My favourite.

And so We Laugh Find someone else – To man off to. You’re laughing but this isn’t cute We’re laughing for another purpose. It isn’t cute.

Queer poem on toxic masculinity, survival, misogyny, power dynamics, microaggressions, and LGBTQ+ resilience. Title: And So We Laugh. #QueerPoetry
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I am not the girl in the mirror.
I am what happens after.

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She wasn’t a tragedy. She was a reckoning.

🩸 “She was never meant to be saved. Only remembered.”
📖 from Tales in Scarlett
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Thank you. I needed your dude ass to mansplain how a QR code works. Can I continue building your website now? #mansplaining

For the love of Christ. Another mediocre white dude doing the rounds. Ask that about a man fucker. White ball privilege at its shiniest.

To the mediocre middle aged white dude who just proudly sent me his equally medicocre Substack. You are entirely the fucking problem. You are the reason I hunt.

Chapter Three As she sauntered away, her long elegant tail sashaying in gratification, she turned slowly, delivering a wry smile and a hematitian feline wink to the girl she had once been.

Chapter Three

As she sauntered away, her long elegant tail sashaying in gratification, she turned slowly, delivering a wry smile and a hematitian feline wink to the girl she had once been.

She, who had once been the victim, enlivened with the blood of man—gorged readily on vicarious revenge—her red-stained lips would rid the city of wolves. Her fangs undetected until it was too late. For them. Alas, the frailty of man.

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Complicated. Long and twisty. Yours? 🤍

Chapter Four

Slinking back to her apartment, her ears spiked, tuning into the persistent blare of police sirens, and possibly an ambulance, its drone slightly higher in pitch. "It’s a bit late for that," she thought as she sprang up the exit stairs and sidled through the gap in her open window.

Tales In Scarlett Every Woman has a Story

By night, she was a predator—enacting their vengeance; stalking sterile conference rooms, haunting gaudy faux-gold executive lounges, infiltrating ostentatious hotel suites. Her confident, beguiling laugh, a siren call. She could extract information ...

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