C. B. Blanchard
Bio
Queer, disabled writer of lots of stuff, including fantasy and horror fiction.
Stories (5/0)
Flowers From The Bones
CW for blood, death, self-harm, apocalyptic narratives, and the fae being the fae. There is a place, deep in the heart of the woods. There is a wild place, a hungry place. The sun breaks through the leaves in green-gold hush, and when birds sing it shocks the trees and the flowers beneath them. There is a place; you may find me there. Or you may not.
By C. B. Blanchard3 years ago in Horror
Identifying with the Monster
I knew I didn't fit from a very young age. Later, therapists would tell me I'd suffered from mental illness since childhood, that the way I left my body to live inside my own imagination was a clear sign of a hurting and unhappy child. Perhaps the other children (and even some adults) picked up on that, or perhaps they could smell the queerness on me like fresh blood, but whatever it was, the result was the same.
By C. B. Blanchard6 years ago in Psyche