This is dedicated to Kÿndra, who gave me the seed for the story. More importantly, she makes everyone around her a better person.

Divider Bar

So, my English teacher suggested a thing. That thing is to write down some of the stuff that happens to me. I think he’s pretty sure I need therapy or something, but whatever. I’m fine. He claims that sometimes it helps to process stuff when you can see it on paper. I’m not sure what he means by that. Like, I lived through it? All the processing in the world won’t change things.

So here I am, bored with nothing better to do, so I figure, why not? At least if I do this maybe I’ll have cheat sheets for when I’m old and need to tell stories in the home I get put in.

So, I guess this is the wackiest thing that ever happened to me, and it’s totally not even believable, so why not start there?

Read the rest of Selfies

Here Goes Everything

So, I’ve done it. I’ll be posting my first short story tonight at midnight (Pacific Standard Time). It’s a little thing about selfies and coming out, at least to yourself. I hope you enjoy it.

If you have comments, I’d appreciate it if you’d leave them here, rather than on the story page itself. Thanks!

Force of Nature

I’ve been trying so hard, lately. To write, I mean. I get a paragraph or two, or some story notes, and then I give it up. Depression is like that, it sucks all the hard work right out of you. I’m making an effort, though. I’m trying to get back in the game. So, now that I’ve given you the one whiney complaint I’m allowing myself, here’s the plan.

One story a week.

It may be short, it might not be edited, it almost certainly won’t have been seen by anyone before it goes up here. But it will be up. Four months, sixteen stories, and I’ll reevaluate. Every story goes up here, to keep me honest.