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August 2025 Drabbles
Aug 1, 2025 Loyalty Obat wished it hadn’t been his brother who’d betrayed everyone. He wished his brother hadn’t been so fucking wilfully blind… but that didn’t matter. His brother had chosen to believe the slick and selfish lies of someone who wanted power and didn’t...
Learned a New Skill
40 hours of audio narration! I’m super proud. In an effort to learn how to make my own audiobooks - I can’t afford a professional narrator, so I thought I’d learn to be a professional narrator - I started making audiobooks of fanfiction, which is called podfiction....
Empty Fridges of my Past
Empty Fridges of my Past Joan Grey *** It’s odd, thinking about how my life as a child has affected who I am as an adult. That sounds silly, when I look at it on the screen — of course my childhood affected me. DUH. But, what I mean is less about the directly obvious...
Feb 2025 Drabbles
Feb 1, 2025 Death to Chickens They slipped through the forest, glad there was no snow on the ground. It was impossible to be quiet in snow. The target was close – just past the tree line. On the map, the trees looked dangerously far from the building, but they could...
Jan 2025 Drabbles
Jan 1, 2025 Difficulties "I don't understand why you haven't just told him." Monte shifted to peer down onto the alley. The assholes were late. Corthag glowered at the tablet screen showing the tracker the pixie Penny held. "There is nothing to tell." Monte stared at...
Red Rabbits
Red Rabbits Joan Grey *** Leo paused as he came back to his desk. A hint of red peeked out from under the bland manila folders piled in front of his computer. Another note. He glanced around the office, but everyone was focused on their own work. Who is leaving these?...
New Boss
New Boss In Town Joan Grey *** New Boss In Town Rowan crawled from under the bed, dragging out the last of Marc’s dirty clothes. Behind him, Marc sniffled, but kept shoving things into the three new duffle bags Rowan had bought. “That’s the last of it.” Rowan...
Death Has No Hold On Us
Death Has No Hold On Us Joan Grey *** The wine tastes odd. Bitter. Johann glances at the glass, but the wine looks normal. Pale gold, reflections of the multicolored lights flashing in the liquid. Narrowing his eyes, he sets the glass down on a nearby table and moves...
Why I Self-Publish
Okay, so. I write against tropes, a lot of the time. I’m finishing up a paranormal women’s fiction series in which there’s: no sex, no romance, lots of laundry and grocery shopping, a MC who’s An Actual Adult (she doesn’t jump to conclusions, she pays attention to...
