Regan is a writer who finally has a story to tell. Several, actually. My current project is the supernatural legend, Fixit. Look for my first published piece - "Bloody Chrysalis" - in the upcoming anthology Trans Bodies, Trans Selves 2! An enby in the making, a traveller in the world, and a lover of the weird and fantastic; I favor the Oxford comma, the semi-colon, and bacon. I sincerely hope you'll find things that are new(-ish. Hey, nothing's really new in this universe) and things that make you want to ask more questions. Curiosity is fun. Pronoun: ono (It's a Russian word, not Yoko. Awesome language they came up with, those Russian folks. Quite beautiful and expressive.)
Smear CampaignsCovert predators spread falsehoods to slander your reputation and degrade your credibility to others…They may gossip behind your back, slander you to their or your loved ones, create stories that depict you as the abuser while they play the victim, and claim that you engaged in the same behaviors that they are afraid you … More Gossip Grenade
I have long been a fan of text-based adventuring. At the (obvious) risk of showing my age, I remember when my next door neighbor brought home Infocom’s Infidel for his Atari 800 computer. We died…a lot. Our junior high had just purchased brand new Apple IIe computers, and another friend brought in what has become … More You Interact With Your Fiction?
So, I may have mentioned before that I play this game called Improbable Island. May have mentioned my character, Emwyn. (Pssst. I did. I really did. Use the archive. Make me feel good.) But this morning, I attempted something I’ve never done before: I wrote a poem while in character. It was a very interesting … More The Breaking
A friend of mine challenged me to write a poem about the game we both play, the stories that we tell and leave behind for other players to see. Thanks for the seed, Kel. Words danceMulticolored hues of speech and thought and feelingGrains of sandIn the grand scheme of things I leave a markA temporary … More Like Glitter
Another minor miracle occurred today: I wrote song lyrics. Now, to me, it’s a poem with rhymy bits and a tempo I can hear in my head. It’s also a poem written in character again. I still don’t understand how this happens, but I’ll take the writing any way it comes to me. She sits … More When She Looks At Me
Castalia stood on the edge of the hole in the middle of the floor. Its ragged edges were characteristic of this rundown little shithole bar; broken ends of floorboards promised splinters for anyone stupid enough to slide along them. The hole itself was about five feet deep and had been wallowed out to an almost … More In Search Of A Friend
Feeding presented a specific sort of problem for Castalia. Ever since she’d downed that damnable potion (Honestly! She’d used it before, and the thing only lasted a few days. She was now going on a month of being a vampire and had no idea when it would wear off. Of if it would wear off … More In Search Of A Friend, Part 2
NOTE: This piece was originally intended to slot into the cryopunk world I was developing and displayed in my post “Too Many People.” Who knows? I still might. WARNING: This fragment is graphic. You’ve been warned. He didn’t know her name; he didn’t know any names of his horrors. But she was young and round … More Gruesome Fragment
Very early Wednesday morning, I had what I believe is commonly termed an ‘in-home accident.’ Makes it sound very stale and flat. Like I pissed myself, or something. Or slipped on a bar of soap. In fact, it was a perfect storm of medicational side-effects, and it ended with me lying on the bedroom floor, … More Concussive Terror
Author’s Note: This story was written a very long time ago. It’s of note because it’s the first completed story I did in my cryopunk setting, which is the setting for a draft I’m working on, with the working title of New Moon. “It’s true!” “Come off it. A place as big-time as Sully’s has … More Too Many People
