Here is the first of a four-part novella, about a young man who goes to the Antarctic. If you’re interested in seeing the whole thing, it’s on my patreon. https://www.patreon.com/user?u=5359808
Horror and Romance; mostly Romance.
Chapter 1: At the Mountains
The world is full of extreme environments. Places where human life is impossible. Places where no sane people go.
Mount Everest. Highest peak in the world. How many people have died climbing it?
Death Valley. Hottest place on earth. It hardly needs to be pointed out how it got its name.
The Mariana Trench. So deep that water is actually notably compressed by the pressure.
And Lake Vostok. Beneath a four kilometer-deep glacier on the surface of Antarctica. The land above Lake Vostok is dark continuously from late April till late August. During the polar winter, the temperature averages -70 degrees celsius, and has been recorded as low as close to -90. The coldest wind chill measured down to -130 degrees Celsius. That is closer to the boiling point of nitrogen than the freezing point of water. It is nearly two miles above sea level, with the altitude sickness to prove it. And the wind never, ever stops.
Continue reading “‘That’ Thing”
And so, we finish the polls! Looks like the most surprisingly popular characters in A Stranger in Paradise were Baron Samedi, Jack and Jill, Odysseus, and Michael; I’ll probably use these as inspirations for future Patreon novellas! Speaking of which, on Tuesday, I’ll be posting the first chapter of ‘That’ Thing here for free. It’s a stand-alone, but it’ll give a little context to the next novel… Mysterious, eh?
The split on the ‘Do you want the world to change or stay the same’ is interesting- 4 for stay the same, 6 for change. That’s kind of the nature of things; When the world changes, it can be unpredictable. The more you have to lose, the scarier that is. And for stories, you risk losing what made it good in the first place, and alienating audiences.
But the world can’t just stay the same. The forces within have to change things, over time. That’s frightening, because if you can’t change, it can leave you behind. It can be awful.
But when your life is shit, when the world is pulling itself apart around you, when nobody seems to give a damn, when suffering is everywhere, it can make a difference.
I’ve been feeling a bit stressed lately, juggling a lot of stuff- but by god, I’ll keep writing, and I’ll finish these stories. They’re worth finishing.
This month’s Patreon story is Paradise by the Dashboard Lights, a 22,000 word novella focusing on Atina LeRoux, and one of her less death-defying cases. If you’re interested in my backlog of Patreon novellas, https://www.patreon.com/user?u=5359808 they’re all available on here for only a dollar a month!
Slice of Life, Comedy. Atina-focused. Atina finds herself being hired by a Fairy Noble of Spring, whose teenage son- a changeling- has begun making far too many unwise promises, not least his promise to love his girlfriend forever, while dealing with Roy’s occasional jealousy at said fairy teenager’s skill with words.
Continue reading “Paradise by the Dashboard Lights”
Hell’s Kitchen Sink will resume March 25th, with A Stranger in Paradise, featuring a hero who’s been missing from the series for a bit… First, the monetization thing!
Continue reading “Amok Afterthoughts”
Humans are difficult to deal with, because they’re always trying to learn from their mistakes. They are heuristic, which means they apply past experiences to future actions. When a human touches a red-hot stove, they associate all red things with heat, and pain. When a foolish young human boy has once been lied to by a supernatural creature, he may come to mistrust all things he doesn’t understand. He may turn away from those who offer him a second chance, believing it is simply a repetition of the mistakes that brought him where he is today. Without perfect knowledge of what your previous mistakes were, it gives you exciting opportunities to make wholly new errors in judgment.
Continue reading “Chapter 6: Uprising”
Johnny sat in the subway car, trying not to make eye contact with anyone, his long hoodie drawn over his head. A phone sat in one hand, though it was still showing the lock screen. He’d stolen it when he’d been leaving the crime scene. A spasm of paranoia struck him. Could they track the phone with its GPS coordinates? He considered, for the third time that hour, throwing the thing under the rails the next time he got off the train. But his reasoning had been sound. The phone made him look normal. People didn’t question who you were when you were staring at a phone on the subway. They just assumed you were another self-absorbed prick.
Continue reading “Chapter 5: Slum Lord”