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The Bride’s Choice – Original Fiction

Promised to a being that lives in the waters between her village and the rest of the world, a young woman walks to what will surely be her doom. ❧❧❧❧ I walk until I see the shoreline, the hem of … Continue reading

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The Pup – Original Fiction

Kabi didn’t mean to adopt a killer whale pup. Note: A shorter version of this piece was originally hosted on Patreon! Kabi didn’t mean to adopt a killer whale pup. She’d been swimming several leagues from the village, chasing her … Continue reading

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The Kelpie in the Canal – Now Up On Patreon

At first, when Danae sees the horse in the canal, she thinks that she’s dreaming. This is one of the stories that is going to show up in my fantasy collection sometime in the early parts of next year. Set … Continue reading

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Don’t know from nothing – Original Fiction

Originally posted on Tumblr on September 28, 2013. After closing, Naeem’s bodyguard Malachi arrives at the café to deliver plenty of harsh words for Josie along with her clothes for the evening. Later, Josie gets the rug pulled from underneath … Continue reading

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So much progress in such little time!

One of the things I’m working on (and why I’m really hoping that I can make Patreon work for me) is a book of short stories that all fall under the fantasy genre. So I had some free time tonight … Continue reading

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Snippet – Saw Palmetto Sacrifice Chapter 1

With all the Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance I read, I think it makes sense for me to tackle the genre and try to put my own spin on it. Saw Palmetto Sacrifice is what happens when I look at what I … Continue reading

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[Fiction] Lucky Lunchbreak

There’s a toddler sitting at the counter in front of the bar.

Dean blinks twice at the fluffy-haired kid sitting up with her chubby hands flat on the counter. He doesn’t even bother to resist the urge to rub his eyes. Neither that nor blinking them helps. The kid is still there, sitting up on her knees in a cherry red bar stool with chocolate sauce smeared over the brown skin of her face and a crayon tucked behind one tiny brown ear.

The thing is though, that maybe Dean is hallucinating this — this kid. Maybe he’s seeing things because no one else is acting as if she’s even there. The bistro’s waitstaff wander around the small space without looking at her and no one even glances in their direction as Dean watches the toddler eventually get tired and plop back down in her chair. Continue reading

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