Miguela Considine

Author

Australia

Miguela Considine is a queer Filipino-Australian writer based in Sydney, Australia, whose stories always end up darker than she initially intends. With a Master’s in Public Relations and a background in the technology and video games industries, she likes to explore her own experiences with mental health and chronic illness through speculative fiction.

Her debut novel, THESE TAINTED THINGS, was published by Hear Us Scream in December 2023. She has also had short stories published in Corporal Lit Mag, Monash University’s VERGE 2020: RITUAL, and Things in the Well’s BURNING LOVE AND BLEEDING HEARTS.

Portfolio

Fiction

Corporeal
08/15/2023
Liminal

Four walls line this room. It takes twenty two steps to walk from one to another. The only light comes from two windows, set too high to comfortably see through. A single door, heavy and locked from without.

VERGE 2020: RITUAL, Monash University
08/01/2020
Skin Deep [PRINT]

Navigating obsessions, commemorating loved ones, cooking a meal, drinking with friends, picking at our bodies, reckoning with our choices, finding ways to connect, finding ways to exist in a world that doesn't always accommodate us. Rituals give shape to our days and punctuate our years.

BURNING LOVE AND BLEEDING HEARTS, Things in the Well
02/09/2020
Oldstones [PRINT]

The title says it all. Who would think love could be so... dangerous? A mix of poetry and short fiction - love found, love lost, love experienced in ways you never imagined. Weird and macabre, sometimes humorous, often terrifying, these tales - presented by an international line up of authors - wil...

Midnight Mosaic
10/28/2019
The Last Stop

Toby awoke with a gut-wrench jolt, the kind that gripped at your innards and yanked you out of the haze of dreams. His cheek and chin were damp, smelling of spit. He scowled as he swiped his sleeve...

The Mad River
10/23/2019
Tyger, Tyger

The food is strange here - the blood doesn't flow freely as his teeth sink into the flesh. The innards tossed at him in chunks. Nothing is warm, like something freshly hunted and slain, stalked for...

Midnight Mosaic
10/22/2019
Wherever the Wind Blows

The seeds it had sown upon the earth so meticulously, weaving whispered words in hushed rooms, a fleeting shadow in the corner. They were little things, forbidden things that no one dared say out...

Hinged
06/29/2019
Fallowlands

She's never had a succulent before, doesn't have much of a green thumb. Every plant she's had has died - too much sun, forgotten about, tied too tightly to bamboo poles that were meant to support...

Hinged
05/18/2019
The Blue Door

They'd heard the pacing footsteps back and forth. The scratching at the walls and huffing at the edges. The mournful howls at night. Her fingers brushed against the cold metal of the key. They itched...