queer fantasy with hellspawn & halos
This post is based on articles from The Toast and the idea proposed in this tweet. Companion post: How to tell if you're in an Inka York novel How to tell if you're in an Inka York short story ... You wake up on a stretching rack. Love is tragic. Your cat has adopted your sworn... Continue Reading →
A short standalone story about the depths of darkness we'd endure for those we love. This is already outlined, so I'll add it to my NaNoWriMo pile in case I finish the Vic fics. *** Clio needs three things to come alive in the world to which she truly belongs: the touch of her human... Continue Reading →
For eighteen months Derek had attempted to cajole a smile out of stone cold Claire. He’d been counting. He’d tried small talk. Will the carpark ever reopen? Will the leaky roof ever get fixed, or must customers forever dodge traffic cones with their squeaky trolleys? And whatever happened to the deli counter? Derek eyed the... Continue Reading →
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