Olivia’s Conundrum [Entry Version]

By Ereika | January 30, 2018

Author’s note: This is my non-winning entry for the Into the Black contest. This particular draft was edited and sanitized somewhat. A new, updated version will be added to my Patreon in the future. Thursday, 2:24 pm: We’re sorry, but your DES housing transfer has not been approved. We require additional information. Please sign in…

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Storycast: Overwritten, Episode 2

By Ereika | January 20, 2018

This audio storycast/podcast is set in the same universe as The Storm, before the events of the novel. In Episode 2, we get a bit of (cryptic) backstory by way of case files on Brishara and Louis’ desk.

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Storycast: Overwritten

By Ereika | December 25, 2017

This audio storycast/podcast is set in the same universe as The Storm before the events in the novel unfold. If you enjoy speculative fiction, and have a healthy dose of curiosity, have a listen!

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Strands, Chapter 1

By Ereika | November 6, 2017

“You’d never make it past the psych evals, Jasha.” The cat stretched, then reached out a paw to nudge Jasha’s half-empty cup of noodles a few millimeters closer to the edge of the counter. The clank-clink-clank of claws against ceramic drew Jasha’s attention from the console. He sat up straight, huffed, and narrowed his eyes…

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Quantum Truth, Chapter 1

By Ereika | October 19, 2017

The porcelain sink had a hairline crack from the drain to the top of the basin. Towards the edge of the drain there was a fresh chip of porcelain missing, gouged out when Marlene’s too-wide wedding band finally dislodged from arthritic fingers that trembled in disgust. The band had flowers carved onto the side. Rosebuds.…

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"Let me die last, so that no one who loved me has to face the sun without me.

Let me die last, so that I may give them each a final comforting kiss before they slip beyond my grasp forever.

Let me die last, so I can walk into oblivion arms wide, with a smile."

A prayer

Wouldn't it be terrible if someone you just met (but who was very good friends with your very good friends) didn't listen to you when you said not to go into the little hall of mirrors before you could get the light on?
#ScaryStories

Warning: theorizing ahead. People who have been poor for a prolonged period of time and then come into some significant amount of money don't blow it all quickly because they're not smart, or because they don't intellectually know they should save some.