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I stare mutely into the Abyss. After a while, it stares back, frowning.
I open my mouth.
"Oh! I'll get the Void."
I nod thanks. Wait for the Void.
Then I scream.
It takes it, smiles, and wave as I leave.
"We'll always be here for you," the Abyss calls.
I know. Thanks.
#MicroFiction #tootfic #smallstories

In which I ramble about writing sequels, the state of publishing, and name drop quite a few of my faves

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In Hell, time does not pass in a way that can be measured in days or years. But it took 42579 strikes with the wooden sword before the Devil gave up and released the old woman.

"I found the scrap of soul you have in you, I stole a breath from... never mind. She sold her soul to bring you alive, and keep you safe."
"She struck a hard bargain. You are immensely strong, immortal, invulnerable," the Devil laughed again, "and you'll live forever knowing she is- Ow!"
The teddy bear hit him again.
"Stop! What are you doing?"
The teddy bear grinned. "I have an eternity to hit you."

The Devil looked down. A small teddybear with a wooden sword was hitting his leg.
"What do you want?"
The teddy bear pointed at an old woman's soul, toiling in the fires. "I want my friend back."
"You're welcome to join her."
"You took her soul."
The Devil shook his head. "She sold it."
"For what?"
"Oh?" The Devil laughed. "She didn't tell you?"
"What?" The teddy bear raised his sword. "Tell me what?"

Only in silence the word,
Only in dark the light,
Only in dying life:
Bright the hawk's flight
On the empty sky.
โ€“ the Creation of ร‰a

by Ursula K. Le Guin, 1929-2018


I spent two days gaming with Stephen this weekend. Broke out my mesmer and killed a god. And now my creative brain is absolutely buzzing.

Too little to do, too much time.


Reverse that.

write 1200 words
finish a pitch

I can do the things. If my pain levels cooperate, I can do the things.