Maura Fisher-Bernstein
Bio
I'm a 33 year old writer and teacher living in MD writing mainly short-form horror fiction, but I also do whatever inspires me at the moment. Constructive criticism and guidance is always welcome!
Stories (12/0)
εὐφορία (Euphoria). Content Warning.
There is a sadness that lives within the tremendous euphoria of being Queer. A lifetime of at least some shred of disappointment or fear for our differences and what that means for our safety and happiness. But it isn’t because being Queer is bad. Not at all. It is an unbelievably special and beautiful thing that no one can take away from us. But it is a difference, and a very distinct one thanks to culture wars and the wide spread of misinformation. That’s what makes it so hard. That invalidating external - everything and everyone else who does not care to understand. We say Pride is all year round, but that is not yet true. Because, if we are still struggling to claim Pride year round in a safe way, still demanding change by protesting the murder of countless LGBTQ+ people, especially our trans siblings, then, no, we do not have Pride year round.
By Maura Fisher-Bernsteinabout a year ago in Art
45.52 carats of Hope
Selena was good at stealing things, so she ran interference, picking wallets casually while distracting those whose eyes they needed blind. She was heat incarnate and therefore, incredibly skilled at hiding her true, usually nefarious intentions, while others drooled and fawned over her good looks and charm.
By Maura Fisher-Bernsteinabout a year ago in Fiction
Our Burning World
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. My finger paused under the phrase in the archaic book. I felt oddly unsettled by what I had just read. The year was 3030, in June, I had only turned 13 a week before and so, I grew up in the filth and barrenness of what is still known as Earth, full well knowing what had caused it to be the way it was. I remember thinking wildly that whoever had written this had definitely done so before we’d known what we know today. It had clearly been scribed way back before NASA’s Extraterrestrial Exploring Rover had begun to translate things that hid in the deepest recesses of the galaxy and we learned very quickly that we were not alone. The statement must have stretched back to a time before The Occupation and before the fall of our beloved Earth, which was a long way away in most everyone’s minds.
By Maura Fisher-Bernstein2 years ago in Fiction
Pandemic
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The brightness of the flame cut through the night, attracting moths and bugs, yet there was nothing and no one else around to see the peculiar happening but those inside of the dilapidated structure. Three friends, bereaved and spooked, sat on the floor together in a circle, staring worriedly at a box in one of their hands, a Ouija board pushed to the side and forgotten.
By Maura Fisher-Bernstein2 years ago in Horror
Pack
Pack By: Maura Fisher-Bernstein The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The beams of light tapered from the wax, flickering against the dilapidated walls of the singular room, and illuminating the dusty, dank, dingy mess that lay around it.
By Maura Fisher-Bernstein2 years ago in Horror
