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Read MoreHide – An Infected Flash Fic
If someone donates to my Ko-Fi , I take flash fic suggestions. Roan was the suggestion, and I figured I had nothing. Which is how you end up with this story, south of two thousand words, about how retirement is going from him. Short answer – it’s not. No matter what, Roan is going to Roan. But at least he’s trying. ** A Tim Horton’s seemed like the weirdest possible place for this confrontation. But Greg was pretending to be Canadian, right? He was sticking to his cover identity, and you had to respect that, at least from a remove. Because otherwise, he was a despicable person. Such a piece of shit it was hard to believe he wasn’t part of the Trump administration. Yet. Give it time. As it turned out, the coffee shop...
Read MoreA master list of all my self-published books
These links will add stores as the books becomes available there (a/k/a hopefully Amazon will pull its head out of its ass and list my books already). Josh of the Damned – https://books2read.com/u/mgG0z7 City of Monsters – https://books2read.com/u/mv27z8 Shotgun Bastards and Other Stories – https://books2read.com/u/bWBRG1 Strange Angels – https://books2read.com/u/3JVJlv
Read MoreThe Start of A New Serial – The Wind Blows Through Their Skulls, Part 1
Hello everyone. Because I got a mad posh to do so, I’m serial fictioning again. This is a sort of cyberpunk noir, set in the near future, involving a genderfluid assassin, and a target that owns his own island. But things get odd, as they are wont to do. I will try and stay on a regular schedule if possible, but you know how life goes. I will update appropriately. As such, I also included a mini soundtrack for the chapters, because why not? I don’t know if I’ll do this each time, but we’ll see. I realize I should be on Patreon to do this, but I feel like I could never post regularly enough to be worth it, and besides, I’d feel weird making my readers pay for my rambling. So if you can, or feel you’d like to, you can throw some cash in my Ko -Fi, or buy...
Read MoreRandom Five Song Shuffle
Another terrible day, so I decided to do a random song shuffle to distract myself. Let’s go! (And yes, I’m an old person who still uses an iPod.) Lost Arts – Marlowe (L’Orange & Solemn Brigham) A sort of oldie now, but a good one. And to show you how out of the music video loop I am, I had no idea one existed for this song! So I am pleasantly surprised. Milano – Russian Circles Ooh, what a one-two punch. Rap followed by instrumental metal. But I think it works extremely well together. They kind of have the same energy. Propulsive and demanding attention. Honesty – Eric Slick Now this is pressing on the brakes. This a strange little song, but I like it. Can’t say why, though. Dig A Fancy Grave – Sarah and the Safe Word ...
Read MoreIf You’re Reading This, Thank You
This is not a great time to be a writer. It’s not a great time for a lot of things and people, but let’s settle on a narrow viewpoint for the moment. Lots of indie presses are hitting the rocks – Less Than Three Press being the latest, saddest example – and Amazon seems to spend a lot of time trying to figure out how to screw writers (and musicians, and artists), as well as their own workers. And all this pales in comparison to a lot of other stuff right now. But I wanted to take a moment to say thank you, to the readers who have perused my stuff over the years. I don’t know why you picked me, but thank you.I will try and do my best, against impostor syndrome, depression, and the outside world, to be entertaining, or, at the very least, kind of...
Read MoreFlash Fiction – The Copier
I know what you’re thinking – what the hell are you doing writing a flash fic about a copier? But this is for my sister, who hates the goddamn things, and for good reason. Not these reasons, though. ** The first thing Ava was ever told about working at Huston-Wexler, was never use the third floor copy machine. The reasons were pretty pedestrian – always out of toner; ink ran; smelled like an overheating radiator in an unwashed sock – but the most fascinating one was told to her by one of the cleaning crew. “It’s haunted,” the woman, Justine, said, emptying a trash bin. “Management has tried to get rid of it, but every time they do, something awful happens. So they simply hid it on the third floor, and tell people to stay away from...
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