<![CDATA[Black Spyder Publishing by Dblkrose]]>https://blkspyderpublishing.substack.comhttps://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!mLE2!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fdbdfd05a-fc6e-437e-b383-204f703034b8_1024x1024.pngBlack Spyder Publishing by Dblkrosehttps://blkspyderpublishing.substack.comSubstackFri, 04 Sep 2026 11:53:09 GMT<![CDATA[Heaven’s Light and Hell’s Song]]>https://blkspyderpublishing.substack.com/p/heavens-light-and-hells-songhttps://blkspyderpublishing.substack.com/p/heavens-light-and-hells-songSun, 02 Aug 2026 13:41:50 GMT
A cinematic dark-fantasy scene viewed from behind Elder Oswin’s shoulder. The elderly, gray-haired man approaches a weathered cabin through a pine forest at dusk, carrying a lantern and walking stick. Warm light shines from the cabin doorway and windows, contrasting with the cold twilight and mist rising over the distant marsh. Casbian Dreadwing, a tall, dark-skinned cambion with horns, glowing eyes, and enormous leathery batlike wings, stands before the entrance surrounded by drifting embers. He holds Hell-Spawned Edge in its compact hand-axe form while stacked firewood rests beside the cabin.
At dusk, Elder Oswin approaches Vican’s lonely cabin, where Casbian Dreadwing waits beneath outstretched batlike wings, Hell-Spawned Edge burning in his hand.

Author’s Note

This story is AI-generated, but not in the way you might think.

As a way to pass the time, I created a project in Claude.ai that allows me to play through a solo Dungeons & Dragons 5e a…

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]]><![CDATA[April Showers Bring May Flowers]]>https://blkspyderpublishing.substack.com/p/april-showers-bring-may-flowershttps://blkspyderpublishing.substack.com/p/april-showers-bring-may-flowersSat, 04 Apr 2026 23:00:35 GMT
A pale woman stands in the rain, her chest and neck overtaken by flowers, vines, and mushrooms, with petals drifting around her in a misty, eerie landscape.
April Showers Bring May Flowers — In the quiet aftermath of infection, she stands between beauty and ruin, blooming beneath the rain.

April Showers Bring May Flowers

In a dying town, the spring rain does not nourish the living—it calls them into bloom.

The town used to have a population sign.

Now it just had numbers someone kept scratching lower with a key.

…

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]]><![CDATA[Lenora Vale and the Crucifixion Crow]]>https://blkspyderpublishing.substack.com/p/lenora-vale-and-the-crucifixion-crowhttps://blkspyderpublishing.substack.com/p/lenora-vale-and-the-crucifixion-crowSat, 04 Apr 2026 16:52:17 GMT
A child’s wooden school desk holds a hand-drawn sketch of a black crow perched on a rough wooden beam, with red accents around its neck and beneath the beam. Resting on top of the drawing are two matte black eggs, one painted with a white cross and the other with red wings. Scattered around the desk are classroom art supplies, including pencils, a paintbrush, red paint, glue, and a small pink bunny decoration.
Lenora’s classroom desk, where the first image of the Crucifixion Crow takes shape beside two black ritual eggs.

The classroom smelled like glue sticks, construction paper, and the sharp vinegar tang of dye tablets dissolving in plastic cups. Pastel baskets sat on every table. Pink paper grass spilled across the counters. Someone had already torn the ear…

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]]><![CDATA[The April Fool of Skarrow]]>https://blkspyderpublishing.substack.com/p/the-april-fool-of-skarrowhttps://blkspyderpublishing.substack.com/p/the-april-fool-of-skarrowSat, 04 Apr 2026 07:11:10 GMT
Spilled black coffee spreads across a light kitchen tile floor in the shape of a crooked grin beside a tipped white mug and a broken shard of ceramic.
The first sign of Skarrow was not a voice, but a grin in spilled coffee.

Daniel Mercer first noticed something was wrong when the coffee cup slipped from his hand before he had decided to let it go.

It struck the kitchen tile, split clean down the side, and spilled black coffee across the floor in the shape of a crooked grin. The bitter smell rose at once…

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]]><![CDATA[The Transition Isn't the Reward]]>https://blkspyderpublishing.substack.com/p/the-transition-isnt-the-rewardhttps://blkspyderpublishing.substack.com/p/the-transition-isnt-the-rewardThu, 12 Feb 2026 05:20:20 GMT
The man in the mirror is perfect. That’s how I know he isn’t me.

tagged me in to this prompt… here what I did once I was in the ring.

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]]><![CDATA[Basement Level 2]]>https://blkspyderpublishing.substack.com/p/basement-level-2https://blkspyderpublishing.substack.com/p/basement-level-2Sun, 08 Feb 2026 06:37:57 GMT
A wounded security guard desperately presses an elevator button as a glowing doorway hovers in a hellish, alien landscape, with dark, twisted shapes closing in from the shadows.
Basement Level 2 only looks empty—until the wrong night opens it.

The old man looked me up and down like he was checking a fence post for rot.

Wind hissed through the exposed metal along the ridge, carrying the smell of cold concrete and old machine oil.

“You’re early,” he said.

“I didn’t want to be late my first night.”

“Hm.” He took a drag from his cigaret…

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]]><![CDATA[The Seed]]>https://blkspyderpublishing.substack.com/p/the-seedhttps://blkspyderpublishing.substack.com/p/the-seedFri, 06 Feb 2026 17:01:26 GMT
A beautiful alien plant woman stands inside a lush greenhouse, her skin green and leaf-textured with faintly glowing veins. Two massive Venus flytrap petals rise from her roots on either side, large enough to swallow a human, their thorned mouths open and menacing. Vines and leaves surround her as light filters through the glass, blending elegance with quiet danger.
Xyra — beauty rooted in hunger. Some things grow knowing they will be fed.
Nathan Hatch
'Loving the Alien'
Whatever Loving the Alien 💚👽 means to you…
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8 months ago · 45 likes · 46 comments · Nathan Hatch and Norm DePlume

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]]><![CDATA[Warlock Roulette]]>https://blkspyderpublishing.substack.com/p/warlock-roulettehttps://blkspyderpublishing.substack.com/p/warlock-rouletteWed, 04 Feb 2026 03:03:47 GMT
Warlock in a dim underground arena stares at a tray holding six folded, sealed cards and a tarnished coin; purple runes glow and bettors blur in back.
“Pick a card, spend a soul.” Warlock Roulette beneath Crenshaw—six spells, one coin, and a hundred hungry bets.

A Bradley Ramsey Flash Fiction February Day 3 Prompt: Wild Card

Warlock Roulette (Hard Rules Cut)

Genre: Urban fantasy / occult thriller — Flash Fiction February, Day 3

They called it Warlock Roulette, and the room fit the name: a drained municipa…

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]]><![CDATA[Touching the Firmament]]>https://blkspyderpublishing.substack.com/p/touching-the-firmamenthttps://blkspyderpublishing.substack.com/p/touching-the-firmamentWed, 04 Feb 2026 01:31:59 GMT
Cross-section of the shellworld Aegis—“heaven” is the Firmament skyshield, “hell” the Mantle maintenance decks, and at the Core a white dwarf tended by the AI.

A Flash Fiction February Day 2 Prompt: Crisis of Faith

I count my breaths like a penitent counts sins—uneven, bargaining exhalations that fog the scarf at my mouth. The air thins as the stones til…

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]]><![CDATA[Dark Valkyrie]]>https://blkspyderpublishing.substack.com/p/dark-valkyriehttps://blkspyderpublishing.substack.com/p/dark-valkyrieSun, 01 Feb 2026 20:59:42 GMT
Battle-hardened valkyrie with a left eye patch kneels in mud, runed black armor glowing ember-red, sword biting earth as crows wheel in smoky rain.
The Dark Valkyrie pauses amid rain and fire, sword in the earth, one eye fixed on the next life she’ll choose.

A Prompt

The Writer's Journey
Flash Fiction February: Week 1 Directory
For this year’s Flash Fiction February challenge, Leeron Heywood is helping me level up with all kinds of new elements. Part of this is a live look at entries for each of the day’s prompts and links for anyone who wants to check them out…
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7 months ago · 25 likes · 4 comments · Bradley Ramsey

People say you don’t know a woman until you fuck her. They’re wrong. You don’t know a woman until you fight her.

Not the petty bickering of two bodies sharing a cramped life. I mean the moment when purpose snaps into perfect alignment—th…

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]]><![CDATA[On the Eve of Something]]>https://blkspyderpublishing.substack.com/p/on-the-eve-of-somethinghttps://blkspyderpublishing.substack.com/p/on-the-eve-of-somethingSun, 01 Feb 2026 12:42:31 GMT

An and February Valentine’s Collaboration.

A poised woman in a black blazer and white blouse sits at a book-signing table, smiling as she signs a book. A placard on the table reads “Author: Eve Solara.” Bookshelves and a promotional poster featuring her portrait fill the softly lit background.
Eve Solara — High Priestess energy in tailored black, signing words that feel like spells. Power, presence, and intention… before the story even begins.

New Orleans didn’t whisper.

It breathed.

The air in the Quarter carried heat, incense, old money, and intention. Eve Solara sat at the signing table like the ci…

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]]><![CDATA[Blood in the Frame]]>https://blkspyderpublishing.substack.com/p/blood-in-the-framehttps://blkspyderpublishing.substack.com/p/blood-in-the-frameFri, 30 Jan 2026 22:02:09 GMT
Baroque oil portrait of a raven-haired woman with long black hair, red lips, and a pearl choker, posed three-quarters in a gilded frame; black silk dress with lace neckline
Portrait of a Lady—the gilded cage that learns to look back.

Prologue: The Painter

They called him Thoma the Vanisher, a court portraitist whose varnish never yellowed and whose sitters whispered that his canvases kept secrets. He traveled with a cedar chest that smelled of frankincense and iron, and he refused to paint a face without first hanging a mirr…

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]]><![CDATA[Queen of Air & Darkness]]>https://blkspyderpublishing.substack.com/p/queen-of-air-and-darknesshttps://blkspyderpublishing.substack.com/p/queen-of-air-and-darknessMon, 26 Jan 2026 21:11:08 GMT
Mab, the fae queen, leans toward a Black rideshare driver in a dim, frosty car, placing a black card on his lap as their breaths mist.
Queen Mab tips in favors, not dollars.

A Tag

The request pings in: Mab. Five-star. Park drop-off.

She slides into the back seat like nightfall poured into glass. The temp nosedives. I crank the heat; the vents cough December.

“To court,” she says, though the app blinks Elm Park.

“Courthouse?” I tap the map.

A smile—cold, wicked, perfect. “Different court.”

…

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]]><![CDATA[Eight Reasons Facehuggers, from Aliens, Still Terrify Me to this Day!]]>https://blkspyderpublishing.substack.com/p/eight-reasons-facehuggers-from-alienshttps://blkspyderpublishing.substack.com/p/eight-reasons-facehuggers-from-aliensSat, 24 Jan 2026 18:12:52 GMT
Facehugger maquette on a stand, underside visible with splayed digits and raised tail.
Studio maquette: the surgical anatomy of a facehugger.

One night when my mom was out, my dad waved me over: “Come watch this VHS with me.” An hour later I’d aged a decade—white-knuckling the couch, flinching at every hiss, getting told to stop peeking through my fingers. I adore the Alien universe, but the facehugger? That’s where dread lives. It even tr…

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]]><![CDATA[1 Year Trial to BSP Dark Web]]>https://blkspyderpublishing.substack.com/p/1-year-trial-to-bsp-dark-webhttps://blkspyderpublishing.substack.com/p/1-year-trial-to-bsp-dark-webSat, 24 Jan 2026 14:13:04 GMT

When I created my Erotica Publication BSP Dark Web I had promise that all paid & founding subscribers would automatically get a 1 year free trial for your loyalty.

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]]><![CDATA[Do the Thing]]>https://blkspyderpublishing.substack.com/p/do-the-thinghttps://blkspyderpublishing.substack.com/p/do-the-thingFri, 23 Jan 2026 15:00:20 GMT
Young hotel housekeeper in uniform being dragged into the center of a bed by animated sheets in Room 333.
Room 333, second floor—where turn-down service takes you down.

They call them room attendants at the Providence Hotel—old bones, ageless calm, no frills, brass that never bothers to shine. Lila is new. Her trainer is Agnes, gray hair in a hard knot, keys jangling like warnings.

“Rooms 201 through 332 are regular,” Agnes says. “Room 333—second floor—needs …

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]]><![CDATA[Medicated]]>https://blkspyderpublishing.substack.com/p/medicatedhttps://blkspyderpublishing.substack.com/p/medicatedFri, 23 Jan 2026 10:51:55 GMT
Aspen leans against a crumbling wall, bloody and burnt, holding a cat carrier that glows with a grinning imp amid a flickering hellscape.
Aspen comes back from the dose with a souvenir—something that purrs like glass and smiles without lips. Medicated.

[TEXT — Day 1, 8:12 a.m.]

ASPEN: Hey Doc. tried the new stuff this morning, works like a charm, I’m feeling like I’m seeing the whole world in a different light.

DR. S.: Good to hear, Aspen. Take with food, hydrate, and keep notes on how you f…

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]]><![CDATA[Suspended]]>https://blkspyderpublishing.substack.com/p/suspendedhttps://blkspyderpublishing.substack.com/p/suspendedThu, 22 Jan 2026 02:38:57 GMT
Man phasing as a yellow school bus passes through him on a suburban street at sunrise.
Removed from reality: the bus passes through him, but the lesson won’t.

Her name flashes across his phone at 2:13 a.m.

“Why,” she says, no hello, “are the police telling me my car is in a lake?”

He rubs sleep from his eyes. “That would be… Ricky. I lent it to him.”

“You lent my car to some random and it ended up in a lake?”

“If that’s what the cops said, the…

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]]><![CDATA[The Gravity of Lust - Part V]]>https://blkspyderpublishing.substack.com/p/the-gravity-of-lust-part-vhttps://blkspyderpublishing.substack.com/p/the-gravity-of-lust-part-vTue, 20 Jan 2026 03:01:31 GMT
A lone figure kneels in a desolate, mist-filled landscape beneath a massive black sphere suspended overhead. Tendrils of shadow or energy descend from the sphere, connecting to the figure’s back. Light glows faintly around them as if the gravitational force is pulling the world inward. The sky is stormy and violet, giving the scene an eerie, cosmic atmosphere.
The singularity at the heart of Nadir—where emotion becomes gravity, and gravity becomes destiny.

Must Read Part IV → The Gravity of Lust - Part IV

When the street tightens and old claims come calling, Seren walks first—and Ari learns the most dangerous thing in Nadir is being seen without armor.

The first thing Ari noticed was how narrow the street felt.

N…

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]]><![CDATA[Hellbox]]>https://blkspyderpublishing.substack.com/p/hellboxhttps://blkspyderpublishing.substack.com/p/hellboxSun, 18 Jan 2026 19:21:31 GMT
Tall, dark man with a red eye-glint holds a barista against a brick wall as a wall mailbox burns, smoke curling around them.
A shy pen pal, a broken door, and an embrace that changes the street.

They called it the Devereaux Home when they still pretended it was respectable. Black-letter name over the lintel, frosted windows, a brass bell that chimed like a teaspoon in a glass. The neighborhood called it other things: The Keep, The Cold House, the place where you didn’t make ey…

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