Author Archives: Blaise Lucey

Haybaby: The Hardest Brooklyn Math Rock You’ll Ever Hear

Math rock is a funny term to define. It’s pretty much accepted that bands like Slint and Don Caballero started it. To me, it’s basically any band that favors rhythm over melody. Usually, they’re instrumental groups. A lot of the … Continue reading

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Luxury Coops, Chapters 3 & 4

3.1 Pure Strength is more dungeon than gym: wet floors, murky puddles, tiny mushrooms, soggy ceilings. Manny washes his face and peers at the red rims of his eyes, seeing the the bright fuzz of his youth in Mexico City, … Continue reading

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Blest is now available on Amazon!

I’m happy to announce that my book, Blest, is now available on Amazon. If you’re into young adult, fantasy, or romance, I’m sure you’ll love it. Blest is a novel about what defines us as people and whether we let the … Continue reading

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Luxury Coops, Chapter 2

Anna can barely contain her disgust as she waits for her Seamless delivery. The creepy guy’s gaze lingers even after he walks back into his smelly slaughterhouse. She tries not to imagine the daily pain and torment of the creatures … Continue reading

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Luxury Coops, Chapter 1

1.1 Everything knows what death looks like. Even chickens.

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A Novel Told in Instagram Posts

I’m starting an experiment today: I’m writing a novel in Instagram posts. I’m not sure how many times a week I’m going to post new mini-chapters (Instagram’s limit is allegedly 2,2000 characters per caption), but every week following the chapters, … Continue reading

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Central Park at Night

Central Park on a warm autumn night is cool on the skin, the tang of changed leaves fluttering in soft breezes. Runners and cyclists and couples circle around the loops of pavement weaving between trees, but the real breath of … Continue reading

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