Zora Grizz

First of all, thank you so much for being here today.

<<clears throat nervously>>

<<shuffles sweaty flashcards>>

<<drops two, stares at them on the floor, then decides to pretend that didn't happen and completely ignores them>>

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Guess, what bitches?

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I'M "PROMOTING...MY...WRITING"

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Oh gawd...it tastes funny...in my mouth...what even is words aaaaaaaaah!

 

Ok. I'm a human again.

<<whispers "Not An Imposter" over and over again under her breath>>

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So here's the deal, folx:

 

I write things. I've always written things. That's a big part of how I process and understand the world around me: through stories. But it is HARD to get words I've written to be read to be PuBliShEd.

 

So. Um. I stuck a couple of my completed stories onto Medium. And I made this website. AND I made a FUCKING INSTAGRAM, like a PROFESSIONAL PERSON...I think. I don't even know anymore, what is "professional" or "person" anyway? <<shifty eyes>>

 

These stories stem from a lot of things: My experiences and thoughts, wanting to play with wordsmithing and technique, or whatever the hell shapes my hand feels like making on the proverbial paper when there's a proverbial pen in it.

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The content is generally, well...spooky, gay, and feminist.

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Whether it's a long walk up a stormy mountain, a three legged alien trying to save her girlfriend from a citrusy demise, or strange sounds late at night under an October moon...

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I write things, and it's a good time. Thanks for joining me! <3