Context: In 2019 (and one of the years following) I had the GREAT pleasure of attending a Vampire the Masquerade, Sabbat focused, immersive LARP event put on by Jackalope Studios. Real life and the cost of a ticket, hotel, and travel mean I haven’t been able to do a lot of their events since, butContinue reading “Throwback Thursday: Martyr”
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Throwback Thursday: Wand
Originally shared over on my Ko-fi a few weeks ago. But, it’s another Thursday, so THROWBACK. If you want to support the cause and are in the US, ordering a physical copy from me directly is the best way to do so. Otherwise, the e-book is currently a KU exclusive (through the end of June),Continue reading “Throwback Thursday: Wand”
Baby’s First Shipwreck
Or: Where Mace Briefly talks about finishing their masters. And then you get a story. WE ARE DONE THANK THE GODS That’s right. Earlier this month, I officially finished my last term of my MA in creative writing. There is a whole lot I could say, and there is an equal amount of what IContinue reading “Baby’s First Shipwreck”
Mushrooms
“Mushrooms, Hannah? The seventies called, they want their aesthetic back.”The chorus of laughter from her friends made her pout as the plastic baggie still wiggled as it dangled from her outstretched fingers. She had her doubts as well. But the guy that sold them to her promised “the experience of a lifetime” and he hadContinue reading “Mushrooms”
Hunger
“Do you really have to hide under that thing?”“Do you really want to carry a pile of ash back to the apartment? I’d rather not come back missing something.”Christopher laughed. It was hard not to with the way his fiance’s fingers tightened on the handle of the black umbrella. There was not a single cloudContinue reading “Hunger”
Figs
His wife had been incredibly insistent about what she wanted: a handful of plump, juicy figs. She would waste away to nothing without them. It was the pregnancy hormones talking, but he wasn’t foolish enough to suggest that. Every day he went to the markets to come home empty-handed. The native soil was not equippedContinue reading “Figs”
Father
Joanna didn’t understand why her mommy was so mad at her. The woman had always told her to stand up for herself if someone made fun of her. And her daddy said that if someone touched her without her permission, or didn’t listen when she said no, that she should hit them first and callContinue reading “Father”
Desire
Remember when I talked about saving something in a bad draft? Here’s the character I mentioned! Dawkins was the best thing to come out of that failed attempt to write a short story/novella. *~*~*~* It was the perfect sort of night to have drawn the short straw for duty, Dawkins reckoned. This far out, withContinue reading “Desire”
Candle
“You’re fibbing! I’m gonna tell your mom.”“Harmony no! I’m not fibbing.” The little girl grabbed at her friend’s arm to pull her back.“Magic isn’t real, Kelsey. Only babies think that it is. Sister Terry told us in Sunday school that it’s all just stories to tempt little boys and girls. Jesus is the only personContinue reading “Candle”
Autumn
When the Summer air took its first chill, She walked out to her mother’s fields, brushing her fingers across corn and grain that was ready for a final harvest. The cool air whipped about the hem of her dress and rubbed against her legs like a cat looking for attention.From the fields She took toContinue reading “Autumn”
Macabress Manuscripts 