Unexpected Shoutout


I’m beyond speechless. The one and only Anne Rice gave a huge shoutout and raved about my latest anthology!!! If you haven’t gotten the chance to check out Black Magic Woman on Amazon Kindle which is available for $4.99 yet…you need to. Anne Rice approves 😊


Black Magic Women: Alternative

What a way to kick off 2018!! My newest story titled “Alternative” will be featured in an anthology titled “Black Magic Women”, with fellow author Sumiko Saulson. The story is about a new birth control pill that has some interesting side effects. I can’t be more excited to be a part of such a great anthology with other fellow black women representing black women and horror fiction…also a little compensation never hurts 😊. Release date is Feb.15th. More details soon. Capture+_2018-01-19-19-07-23[1].png

Happy New Year!

I can honestly say this year has been good to me. Kicked off my writing with a couple of publications, a novel currently in progress, ending my school semester with an A, and a pretty rad interview with a blog feature alongside a book feature that’s going to kick off my 2018. 😊 So goodbye 2017, can’t wait to see what 2018 will bring. Love and light. Happy New Year!! 😘

Author Interview!

I’m pleased to announce my latest writing interview with the lovely, amazing, and super talented writer Sumiko Saulson! We discuss my latest venture into writing a novel titled, “Decency Defiled” and the short story it’s based off of, how I got started writing horror, and myself being featured in the “100 Black Women in Horror” list!! I can honestly say my smile hasn’t been bigger! What a great ending to 2017 so far 🙂

Link is here: https://sumikosaulson.com/2017/12/18/interview-with-tabitha-thompson-author-of-decency-defiled/



They say you have to practice your signature until it becomes an autograph…and apparently that is exactly what happened today. Thanks to my boss I had signed my first autograph for my book!! If you haven’t checked out Rejected For Content 6: Workplace Relations featuring my story Decency Defiled yet well….you should..it’s pretty gnarly. I’m honestly humbled that this has happened, thank you so much for your support and I can promise that this is only the beginning :).

Link to book is here: http://www.amazon.com/dp/1977941915

Rejected For Content: Decency Defiled


I’m pleased to announce that my story “Decency Defiled” has been featured in a pretty popular series called Rejected For Content Vol. 6! I’m super excited to share this story with everyone and couldn’t be more excited to be among some awesome writers also. I will announce more details soon in terms of purchasing the book. Thank you guys so much for your support! Now off to writing more stories with cup of coffee #3 in the late afternoon..don’t judge me.


With most mornings starting with coffee, Erica started hers with shots of tequila, a gallon of ice cream, and six cheeseburgers. There was no time to waste, she wanted to achieve her goal no matter what the cost was.  Afterwards in the mirror, she would see the look of overindulgence, gluttony, and disgust. With no time to ingest, her smooth fingers went down her throat in an attempt to get the look she had always wanted. As warm bile and blood escaped from her lips, eventually oozing from her nostrils and watering up her eyes, she quickly felt a slight sharp pain in her chest. If I could only lose ten more pounds, I would be perfect. She was 110 but 70 was the perfect weight. Her personal goal, the look of perfection. The overindulgence in food had always made her feel better but it wasn’t enough. Along with the food, Erica filled and took her 5th shot of tequila in an attempt to almost burn the memories of her youth away, silencing the remarks and rebuttals from her mother about her weight. It was only a mere five years and twenty pounds ago, but to Erica it felt like yesterday.

The look was there, staring in the face in all its decayed glory but she couldn’t see it; only the look of anger, disappointment, and failure. No matter how much Erica lost, she could never see nothing more than a grotesque, repulsive image that wouldn’t go away. The scale and her body became a continuous battle she felt that she couldn’t win, until now. As the last bit of forced bile escaped from her chapped lips and irritated throat, she proceeded into her bedroom where she began to feel a tightness in her chest. The more steps she took, the more tighter it became, and with a sudden fall to the floor Erica’s chest finally stopped. No more binging, no more purging, no more pain. Erica wanted nothing more but to achieve her goal. Despite concerned advice from loved ones, her ideal look of beauty took on a different meaning with cries for help, love, and acceptance.  To her, 70 was the perfect weight. The look of perfection.