Dark fiction makes me feel like I’m being let in on a secret. In our daily lives, few people want to talk about death, hardship, or pain. 1,734 more words
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Miss Patience’s claws quickly became unwelcome tenants within the various rooms of my body, calling forth no small amount of blood. The cavern wall I flew into was particularly uncomfortable, and I could feel a number of my weaker bones crack and snap, as is always expected when bones pick a fight with stone. 1,405 more words
If you care; I always feel weird about making these, but here we go.
I had a pretty good year, short-story wise. Had a pretty good year novel-wise, in that I had one come out – the (VERY LONG AWAITED, AT LEAST BY ME) follow-up to my debut… 745 more words