Writing

Olivia’s Conundrum [Entry Version]

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

overwritten

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

overwritten

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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Imprecise Love

a heart-shaped tree in a field of redness

Love is a funny word. As an emotional descriptor it’s imprecise at best, disastrous at worst. Someone who says “I love you,” might mean “I would sacrifice my health and comfort and safety just to see you happy. I think that you are a beautiful human being inside and out and I hope that we…

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A few rambling thoughts on forgiveness

cat refuses flowers from a dog

Forgiveness and tolerance can be mutually exclusive as often as they coexist. It is possible to forgive someone, while not accepting them in your life or personal space again. It is also possible to tolerate the presence of someone in your life or personal space without forgiving them. To forgive requires some willingness to be…

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Strands, Chapter 1

strands

“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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Thoughts on vulnerability

The greatest honor my father ever bestowed on anyone was to ask them for help. Daddy didn’t ask for help often, and if he did ask it was only because: He trusted that person to do a good job. He trusted that person to be honor their word. He trusted that person not to weaponize…

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Quantum Truth, Chapter 1

quantum truth

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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The Storm, Chapter 1

the storm

“Shit.” The word came out as a thin hiss of steam, pale and nearly invisible in the night air. Anara pressed the heel of her hand against her jaw until the latter gave an audible -crack- that made her wince, then kept walking. Through the trees she could just make out the slanted outline of…

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