Queer and autistic author of SFF, and overall horror enthusiast. When not writing, I'm gaming, reading, or looking for new body horror movies and novels to digest. ey/aer
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“We’ve got clients lined up already, Trenton! Can you believe it?” Granted, Eisbaer suspected most of these pottery enthusiasts were NPCs. Or worse—players utterly devoid of creativity. When she put out that tentative post in the Global Chat (also worriedly devoid of life), she expected one or two
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A queer futuristic portal fantasy, set in the same universe as Early Adopter
Last Train Home
After being isolated for so long, it was a delight to be surrounded by friends again. Even Pickles, her greatest adversary, ran up to greet Zelamir with little dog kisses. “Ugh, get off me, you foul brute,” she cried, laughing as she struggled to fight him off. Pickles, tail flickering
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It was a beautiful night to die, but Vallens wasn’t ready to give up the fight. Rapid bursts of flame and lightning lit the dark sky, uprooting trees and shrubs. Specks of dirt and brush threatened to overwhelm ver, only to be repelled by a translucent shield. Vallens’ opponent,
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It was hard not to laugh with two hands lightly caressing her ribcage, yet Zelamir refused to give her tormentor any satisfaction. Especially not with that dull eyed girl judging them from the other side of the room. “Zelly,” a low voice murmured in her ear, warm breath radiating from
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A tall, shrouded figure stood outside a long defunct toy store. A truly archaic structure, as most things could be ordered online and delivered right to your home. That was all done through virtual channels such as this, but one couldn’t walk out, newly bought toy or accessory tightly
Last Train Home
That morning, Meike was jolted awake by boisterous cheer, and a very snippy Cass demanding quiet. She was still chewing Teddy out when Meike finally stumbled out of bed, rubbing the sleep from their eyes. “Damn you, boy! You’ll wake up half the country!” What had she said about
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Being alone was nothing new to Eisbaer. She was used to it and liked to think of herself as adaptable and (mostly) of sound mind. No, that didn’t worry her. What did was the severe shift in circumstances. Such as not being able to logout, or more importantly, the
Last Train Home
The gang regrouped two hours later, all with an assortment of items. Pickles placed a pouch of dried fruit and meat on the table, followed by Teddy’s bottle of goat milk and a hunk of cheese. Cass added a flask of honeyed mead, and Meike set down an envelope
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The first part of my new serialized novel, wherein the 3 protagonists find themselves trapped in an VRMMORPG.
Last Train Home
Last Train Home