Physical problems have made it pretty well impossible for me to make a living in the normal way, since I can only work a few hours a day before all my joints show why they've inspired a particularly awesome monster in my as-yet-unwritten MFA novel.  I can still write; it's the mouse that's the problem ( Read more... )

Last year, as part of a project, I read aloud my story Sympathetic Magic to my class.  Now, on a previous (and totally different version) of that project, I had designed quite a few slides which I then never used.  This struck me as rather a waste, but luckily -- thanks to my other project -- it occurred to me that I could simply made a YouTube ( Read more... )

A story I wrote, read aloud with pictures. A teddy bear is epic.

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Co-written with Rachael.  Can you tell which bits are mine? :)

No one would guess that Andrea Robbins was anything other than a perfectly ordinary young woman. And by perfectly ordinary I mean that she screamed at her mother, twisted her father round her little finger, gossiped with her friends, charmed her coworkers and was generally all round ( Read more... )

Brett Mansfield received a letter in the post for a legacy of $500. All he had to do was visit the Old Fort within two days to collect it (or it'd go to the next recipient ( Read more... )

Martin McClain was incorruptible; every government knew it, because every government had, at one time or another, tried to bribe him. He wasn’t interested in anything money could buy or information agencies could sell or the - to put it mildly - pleasures of the flesh. He had never married, had no family, and had no friends with whom he wouldn’t ( Read more... )

Forward-dated now that these are open . . . Merry Christmas, Klose.

Here’s a little something for you:
( Golden Apple )

The procedure of grafting butterfly wings on a human body is excruciatingly expensive, long, and painful. Only the obscenely rich can afford it and only the disgustingly vain would want to.

We’ve had five hundred and forty-three offers this year. We’ve had to turn most of them down - there simply isn’t time for them all. We’ve even had to send ( Read more... )

so . . . once upon a time there was a woman who was in DIRE trouble because she was KIDNAPPED.  Her fiance traveled day and night for WEEKS to save her.  When he arrived she said, "No!  I'm not going to let you save me!  I'm a liberated woman and refuse to bow to gender stereotypes!"  So the fiance left and the kidnappers killed the woman for being ( Read more... )

The day I met Mary-sue, I screamed. I also said a whole string of words I normally despise. I couldn’t help it. I was in shock. I mean, how many people do you meet with freaking red eyes? We’re not talking fake contact lens red or movie red, I mean really red. For a split second, I could’ve sworn she was a demon or something. When she saw my shock ( Read more... )