Deanna Cassidy
Bio
(she/her) This establishment is open to wanderers, witches, harpies, heroes, merfolk, muses, barbarians, bards, gargoyles, gods, aces, and adventurers. TERFs go home.
Stories (58/0)
The Diary of Bellatrix Black - September 1967
***1 September 1967, Hogwarts*** Horrible weather. Gray and sprinkling all afternoon. Rain picked up at night. The only good thing to happen today was watching Cissy get Sorted into Slytherin. I only have three more years of putting up with the rubbish of the other Hogwarts Houses. If Daddy would let me transfer to Durmstrang I’d do it tomorrow.
By Deanna Cassidy3 years ago in Geeks
The Secrets of Snapdragon Cottage
I am ready to obtain hard, objective evidence that the family cottage is haunted. The linkspan groans and scrapes as it lowers into place on the front of the ferry. Cars drive off the boat in a slow single file. I double check the connection of my bike trailer and put on my helmet. Excitement fills me with every breath of salty air. Visiting Prudence Island always feels like Coming Home.
By Deanna Cassidy3 years ago in Horror
Relationships Were Hard Enough Before The Zombie Apocalypse
When the watchtower bell rang, Tommy dropped the seedling he had been holding and gripped Lydia's arm. "Don't go, Mama." Lydia righted Tommy's seedling and finished planting her own. She swept her three-year-old into her arms and nuzzled his soft cheek.
By Deanna Cassidy3 years ago in Horror
How a Clam Saved Elvis
Elvis Presley is here, and I will make him mine. Hot white sand grips the soles of my bare feet. I walk down the beach, searching the plants at the edge. Is this where the orchids grow? Maybe I should have asked one of the locals, but they don't like it when white people wander away from tourist centers.
By Deanna Cassidy3 years ago in Fiction
I Hope You Like Fish
When I first heard the scratching sound, I ignored it. I figured it was probably just some lizard bumping into the solar window on its search for tarantulas to eat. I kept my focus on the tomatoes, carefully separating the seeds from the flesh. Less rot for the seeds, more tomato for me.
By Deanna Cassidy3 years ago in Fiction