Digital Fiction |
Færwhile
A storyworld coming soon...
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A prototype multimodal fantasy story. Chapter 1 coming soon.
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Novels |
La Llorona Gringa
Someone is after Charlotte, a bruja eager to steal the unborn child Charlotte isn't even sure she wants. All the gods in the New Mexico pantheon may not have enough power to help Charlotte save her baby and her sanity...In Progress
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The Pathfinder
Gloria loses Earth in the culmination of the worst day of her life. She enters a new world full of parallel Earths, magic, and a shadowy man who wants her to save all that he knows...Sample Chapters
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Chasing Dust Devils
Jake Fuller has never doubted his place in life, where he’s headed or how to get there – mostly because his granddaddy would whip off the snappy belt any time Jake got out of line. Left alone, he’d have graduated life with a perfect attendance bumper sticker and a citizenship plaque from the local Chamber of Commerce.
But from the first day his step-cousin Chrissy saves him from a boy-hungry goose to the day he cleans out the remains of her life, she pulls him off the rutted rural route of good intentions. Obsessed and in love with her until the end of her life, Jake endeavors to save Chrissy from her destructive lifestyle – slowly realizing she is only taking him down with her...Sample Chapters
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Short Fiction |
The bathtub is beautiful. Stunning. Majestic. Strong. Its talons span the cracking floor, casting an invisible net that keeps the ancient tiles from falling to the lower flat. The porcelain, chipped and abused though it is, carries her weight in its belly, her water-lightened body floating in the cooled pool...More
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I often have a moment upon waking where the line between dreams and reality blurs. I dream I'm a fashion model; an idiot one who falls gracelessly from the catwalk, and when I wake it's to find my body half off the bed, nose-deep in carpet.
I thought this was yet another manifestation of my waking dreams. I woke up, and I looked down, and there it was. Tiny, really, about the size of an eraser-head. A hole in the middle of my abdomen...More
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She flitted among the trees like a dragonfly. Her dress glittered, alternately sheer and opaque in the piebald light rippling over the forest floor. She laughed, and he heard bells.
He didn't stop to wonder what she would be doing in delicate skirts in the middle of Newborough Forest. He should stop, of course. His father's voice vibrated in his head, a lifetime of pious warnings jumbling around his skull. But he followed her anyway. He was eager to see her clearly, the freckles on her nose, whether her teeth were crooked, whether her eyes were blue or green...More
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I wish Ieuan would talk to me.
Not specific enough. I can't do anything with that, really. My luck, I'd put all that effort into getting old Ieuan to talk to her, and he'd blather about football. I'd never get a penny from the git again.
I wish Mummy wouldn't die ever.
Bit ambitious, that one. I might be capable of living forever down here, but I'm no god (Thank the Fates! Gods have crushing workloads.). And I can't share my immortality. Next.
I wish for her to say yes.
Ugh. A marriage proposal. How droll. Wrong number, mate. Cupid's exchange is 588...More
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He entered the bar, the neon beer signs dripping fake rainbows over his granite face, turning the gray in his short, curly hair into dimly lit strands of rose, turquoise, and lemon. He settled his large dusty frame onto a barstool covered with cracked and leaking vinyl. He nodded to the bartender, and she poured his Wild Turkey, leaving the bottle on the bar. Her mixed blood shone through her high black eyebrows, supple dark skin, and high flat cheekbones. As always he wanted to ask her who broke her nose so long ago, who couldn't leave that beautiful exotic face in perfection. But he didn't ask...More
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