Erin A. Sayers
Bio
I’m a writer and filmmaker living in Sydney with a passion for speculative genres. As a disabled, queer, culturally diverse woman, I want to change the culture around what makes interesting science fiction and fantasy.
Stories (8/0)
Tethered
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I wish the vacuum was the worst thing we had to contend with. No one advertised the void anymore, our fear of it left unsaid. Instead, all they broadcast about was the gravity, and why having less made you worthless. Subhuman.
By Erin A. Sayers2 years ago in Fiction
June 30th...
It feels like I’ve been isolated for a long time. That idea hangs in the air in front of me, a sick mix of anachronistic and truth, but always too bitter. For me, I think my fear of rejection is tied closely to my bipolar. If I can’t know from one moment to another who I’m going to be, how can you?
By Erin A. Sayers2 years ago in Psyche
February 13th...
I keep feeling like I don’t know how to do this… like the reality of writing has left me. Turns out, burnout and depression are a horrifically cruel one-two punch. I want to be able to do this. I want it. I WANT it. Too much. I want to be successful at it. I want to flourish. I want to survive. And I need to be paid. It’s no longer a question of want in that regard. I live in a capitalist society. And escaping it requires a fee, one I cannot afford. Thus to live, to tolerate my nightmare health, to even eat, there must be money. I’m grateful for my pension, so overwhelmingly grateful. But It’s not enough. I don’t want to be Jonathan Larson, dead at 36, still not knowing if it was enough. If I worked hard enough. If I was tortured enough. If I sacrificed enough.
By Erin A. Sayers2 years ago in Psyche
Cosmovas Saga - The Dragon Witch
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. So Mavia has always told me. In fact, there shouldn’t be dragons anywhere, not these wingless demons, so says Vallus’ holy paladins. The only true dragons are winged and hard, their skin thick as the Empire’s faith, so says the citizens of Armonra.
By Erin A. Sayers2 years ago in Fiction
Waiting For Friday
On Monday I walked in on Julian Phillips and Sarah Elliot making out in the girls toilet in the third floor bathroom. They had their tongues down each other’s throats, making all kinds of noises. I went in and just froze, my frantic heartbeat swallowing my ‘excuse me’ and turning it into an “Errrp.”
By Erin A. Sayers2 years ago in Fiction
Space Westerns and Genre-Bending, WandaVision and The Mandalorian
In this age of streaming, the ways we now consume our media have changed. Between Covid and being locked out of cinemas, new premium TV shows are the new hottest trend. As the major networks and channels all jostle for their thirty seconds of your time, it can be harder and harder to find just what to watch. I know I’m guilty of scrolling through the Netflix menu for ages, before finally just giving up and re-watching an old favourite (for me that’s lots of Steven Universe). So come and gather round, and I’ll take you on a taste-testing journey, and hopefully find you some new favourites you’ll love too.
By Erin A. Sayers3 years ago in FYI
The Militant Magician
As she pulled her coat further over her shoulders to shield out the rain, Briar Rose could still not remember her parents’ faces. Somehow the lack of memories made her angrier every year she edged older. Not that she missed them, she didn't even possess an idea of who they should have been. It was the principle. Every day she was closer to sixteen and every day felt like she was more and more of a disappointment.
By Erin A. Sayers3 years ago in Futurism
One Last Time
Dappled sunlight reflected through the coloured glass panels of the conservatory. Books sat, piled in impossibly high mounds. Papers were strewn haphazardly about, a single clean path set out between the door and my Aunt’s writing desk. Nothing here seemed out of place, nothing would have told the truth.
By Erin A. Sayers3 years ago in Families
