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.)
Maelcum spun as a door slid open to their left, the shotgun ready. A small Eurasian in orange coveralls stepped through and goggled at them. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He closed his mouth. Case glanced at the monitor. Blank. “Who?” the man managed. “The Rastafarian navy, Case said, standing up, the … More Loyalty Check
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
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
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I took off Sunday morning on my motorcycle, trying to shake off the effects of some really powerful emotional stuff that happened on Saturday (no worries, it’s just life with PTSD. You remember what I said about that before, right?). I went for a spin through the old stomping grounds of my oh-so-fun youth: all … More A Trip Down Memory Lane
…as I was lying in bed last night, trying to finally – maybe – get some sleep. Nope. Instead, this came out. All of it, in one go. So, not much on the sleep end of things, but I’d say a pretty decent story. Hope you enjoy.
Ozzy Osbourne: Ordinary Man I must apologize, really. I’m a lifelong metalhead…and I’ve never been a huge fan of Ozzy. Heresy, right? But it’s the truth. I’m a (not-so) secret fan of the Dio era of Black Sabbath rather than the classic period. He’s been good for single songs and is, of course, the Godfather … More Music I Can’t Stop Playing
I’m going to talk about some…difficult material. If you need not to read this and move on to something light and fluffy, like funny cat pictures, I certainly won’t hold it against you. But you’ll want to do it now, because it’s going to get dark. For those who remain: I’d like to introduce you … More Triggered
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?
I think my eyes are bigger than my stomach, metaphorically speaking. If you take a look at my projects and ARG pages, you’ll see a LOT of things in the works. I have so many ideas, so many things that are like gushers in my skull. And I think I’m coming to realize that I’m … More Knotted
When the COVID-19 lockdowns began, I had only been back home for three weeks. Prior to that, I’d spent five weeks in the mountains of New Mexico at a retreat. The purpose of that retreat was to re-examine my life, learn new ways to live, and let the awful things that needed to break me … More This plague kills illusions
