Moonstone: January
Note, this month features the conclusion of Moonstone Part 1, and the beginning of Moonstone Part 2. Read Moonstone in it’s entirety. Conclusion to Moonstone Part 1 She grinned. “You are, aren’t you!” Her voice dropped to a whisper even though we were alone in the shop, saying, “If that was such an easy steal, no wonder you stole my heart!” I blushed, taken aback. She came from behind the counter and stood in front of me. Her fingers brushed my cheeks and I swallowed the lump in my throat, fingers closing around the hilt of the closest knives. However, I dared not draw them hastily. “You have your coin,” she said, clearing her throat and gesturing to where the ten gold pieces sat on the counter. “Now, about that kiss?” One perfect eyebrow arched with her question and my heart fluttered in my chest. I nodded, and she leaned…
End of the Year
This One Has Sure Been Rough It’s been rough for everyone. For me, personally, it’s been both the most uplifting year I’ve had as well as the most depressed. However, I feel like despite all that, there have been a few great things that did happen. I published a few things. I stayed active (and safe!) in my community. And, I survived another year. And for that, I’m grateful. It’s been a very long time since I’ve been able to say I’m happy and proud to be alive. Depression has stripped that from me, and despite it being the hardest year I’ve had yet, I have hope it will get better. Published in 2020 Flash Fiction Storyteller was published in September. It’s got 6 gay flash fiction inside. I quite enjoyed compiling this one. The stories inside are: Book, a very gay reflection Coffee, four sugary words To Light Your…
Moonstone: December
Catch up on Part 1 through Part 10 Part 11 I stood nervously at the counter downstairs, fiddling with the moonstone. I didn’t know if I wanted to part with it just yet, but I couldn’t place just why I wanted to keep it. It was just hard to part with. Perhaps it was enchanted, to keep from getting lost among rubble again. My thoughts were interrupted by Midon slapping down a handful of coin on the counter, the noise ringing in my ears a moment. “Here,” she said, watching me through thick lashes. “I’m going to need a name for my records.” “Oh.” I hadn’t thought of that. “Sonbri Baar.” She jotted the name down in a logbook, then paused, staring at her handwriting. Then, turning to me, she asked, “The same Sonbri Baar that stole Soulsilver, Chalice of the Fallen?” I was glad she had returned my knives.…
IndigAThon and November Is Here!
National Indigenous History Month November is National Indigenous History Month, and as such there is a read-a-thon hosted by Et Tu Brody? (Twitter | Youtube) and Thor.Wants.Another.Letter (Twitter | Youtube) called IndigAThon! A whole month of reading literature by Indigenous authors! I’m clearly excited about it, what about you? For the month of November, I’m going to try and read three books back-to-back, that cover as many squares as possible each. I can’t read super fast any more, so this will be a challenge for me! IndigAThon TBR List Love After The End edited by Joshua Whitehead This book is an anthology about Two-Spirit scifi and romance. I’ve dug into the first story already, and I have to say that it’s a great read so far! From left-to-right, top-to-bottom, the squares this covers will be: Intersectionality, Other Than 5CT, Buddy Read, and Other Than US. Heartbeat Braves by Pamela Sanderson…
Moonstone: November
Catch up on Part 1 through Part 9 Part 10 “A supplement?” “Yes.” Staring at this mysterious woman, I wondered what it might be. My soul? My firstborn child? Weren’t those things that witches loved? Finally, I asked, “What supplement is that?” Her blush deepened and she did a cute spin on the spot, looking over her shoulder at me. “Well, I’m taking a magical item off your hands, so it has to be an appropriate exchange. I could part with at least ten gold coin, but I still want something more.” I nodded, understanding nothing of how witches worked. “What do you want?” “A kiss.” I greeted her proposal with silence. What else could I do? Witches worked in mysterious ways, maybe she would steal my soul with the kiss. Another part of me, the foolish girl in me, wanted to test the waters. Would a kiss lead elsewhere?…
New Horror Release!
6 Westwood Drive Samantha Dam is a nonbinary woman who’s just purchased her first home, and her sister Carolyn is there to help. Sam finds herself in a bit of trouble when some strange things begin to happen, including seeing things she shouldn’t while on her medication. The house itself seems alive, and she doesn’t know if there’s someone living in the crawlspace under the house… Where can I find this? Right now, it’s available through Barnes&Noble, Rakuten Kobo, Apple Books, Tolino, Baker&Taylor, Biblioteca, and Vivlio. No waiting involved! If there’s a demand for it, I may put it on Amazon.
Short (Halloween) Reading
October is Monster Month! We’re reaching the end of the first week of October now, and that means that some spooky reads are coming your way for Halloween! Over on itch.io, Monster Month is up for Pay What You Want for the rest of October! That means that after the month is finished, I’ll be removing the stories from here and the collection will be available to buy for $2.99 USD. The stories included in Monster Month are A Slippery Slope, Signed in Blood, A Witches Curse, Ghostly Encounters, and The Terrible Night. These stories will not continue to be available to read on my website after Halloween. Content warnings are provided in the beginning of the book. Dead Things Galore! A short story called Dead Name will be coming toward Halloween, too! I put out a call a few months ago for beta readers. So, thank you to everyone…
Moonstone: October
Catch up on Part 1 through Part 8 Part 9 “I could buy it.” “You said it would be useless.” “Yes,” said Midon, standing and brushing crumbs from her dress. “It would be.” “Then why?” I watched as she took my plate, now-finished, from in front of me and began washing it. “Why buy something useless?” “I run a strange shop,” she said after a moment, keeping her back to me. “I collect odds and ends. I collect things that most people don’t see value in.” “But–” She turned to stare at me, and my mouth snapped shut. “That stone is useless.” She turned to me, wiping her hands. “But it’s not worthless.” “Then…” She nodded, a new kind of smile on her face and a light blush dusting her cheeks. “I’ll buy it off you.” Yes! I sat up straighter, ready to do business, but she put up her…
Killing Them With Kindness and Some Flash Fiction
Kill Them With Kindness There’s a short story on my website called Kill Them With Kindness, about Mortemer and his unfortunate powers. When I initially wrote it, it was meant to be flash fiction. I put myself under restrictions that were pretty strict and therefore never developed the story in a way I liked. I wanted to know the world better, and I never got the chance to explore very far with the idea. That is going to change. So, that means that right now Kill Them With Kindness is being reworked. For now, the story that inspired it will remain online. I’ll post updates periodically. When I’m ready to release the novella into the wild, you’ll all be the first to know! Storyteller: Flash Fiction Now, I’m a fan of short fiction. I try to read a lot of it, because I can’t always digest longer works when I…
Moonstone: September
Catch up through Part 1 to Part 7 Part 8 “What’s it for?” I stared down at the food in front of me. She had said her name was Midon, but I wasn’t sure if I trusted it. She had also told me about how the shop had been passed to her by her father when he’d fallen ill, and that at one time, Midon, her mother, and her father had slept in that one room. But I was finished listening to pleasantries. Something about her was so enchanting that it was almost impossible to tear away from her silk-spun stories. Midon sighed. “It’s a catalyst.” “What’s that mean?” She traced patterns into the wooden table with a long nail. It took a long moment of silence before she sat forward and met my eyes. “It means it’s useless except to the witch who made it.” I slumped. “So no…