Why I Don’t Write Stabbings

Whump can be (and let’s be honest, it usually is) a beautiful thing. It’s one of the few places in popular media today where the consequences of injury, suffering, and hardship are really explored and lingered on. People enjoy every kind of whump under the sun: sickfics, torture, environmental whump, pet whump, and anything you

No Less Beautiful

by Athena Ryals When I was seven years old, I had a secret. I would sneak down to the computer my parents kept in the office, an ancient thing with a clunky keyboard and a screen that went back several inches until it pressed against the wall behind the desk. We were allowed to use