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The Little Things

Hello, long time no blog post!  My Writober entries aside (which I will be posting on my Wattpad from now on – hey, I have a Wattpad account!  Go follow me there!) I haven’t written here in a long time, but recent events in my life have prompted this update. Continue reading

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Fictober/Writober/OC-tober Day 11

Prompts from here.

#11: “But I will never forget!”

Warnings for violence.


Hi there.  Welcome back.

Who am I?  It doesn’t matter.  You don’t know me, but I know everything about you.

I know your name.  I know your age, your date of birth, where you live, what your mother’s name is, your three best friends from high school, your ex-wife’s name, your favourite bar, what you order there, and how many you can have before you start making eyes at the barmaid.

I have my connections—just kidding; I’ve been following you for weeks, you moron.  I’ve been staking out your whole street.  Your neighbours were very forthcoming once I told them what you are. Continue reading

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Fictober/Writober/OC-tober Day 10

Prompts from here.

#10: “You think this troubles me?”

Happy National Coming Out Day!  I already had this idea for this prompt, but it just so happens I’m behind enough that I’m posting it on a very fitting day!
Also, Lottie has been in a piece of fiction I’ve posted on here before.  Any idea which one it was?  The mention of the name “Zale” may give it away…


“Why are you telling me this?  Do you think this troubles me?  Do you think you’ll be—be thrown out of the academy or some nonsense?  Because I assure you, not only would I not do that to my own flesh and blood, but I do not have the kind of power you must think I do, if you assume I can—”

“That’s not it, Lottie.” Continue reading

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Fictober/Writober/OC-tober Day 9

Prompts from here.

#09: “You shouldn’t have come here.”

This one features characters from the project I’m currently working on, How To Raise Your Vampire, which you can read excerpts from here and here.  This particular meeting takes place before the events of the story, and I have no idea if I’ll ever use it in the actual story itself, but it was too fun an idea to pass up.


Bex cracked the door open carefully, sneaking glances up and down the corridor from her position in the stairwell.  Empty.  Good.

She slid through the small gap in the door and closed it soundlessly, keeping low and sticking close to the wall—not that it would do her much good, given how brightly lit the hallway was.  Every few feet, gleaming light fixtures hung from the ceiling, illuminating the neutral magnolia paint with a sickly, harsh glow.  Along each wall were a number of doors, every one nondescript and with no indicator as to what—or who—might be inside.  Best to keep quiet, then.  At the opposite end of the corridor from Bex was the only door that was different: made of shining black wood and with a glass doorknob, it smacked of importance.  And considering she was looking for the boss, Bex decided that door was probably her best bet. Continue reading

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Fictober/Writober/OC-tober Day 8

Prompts from here.

#08: “I know you do.”


I was too late.  Though I ran, following the shouts, my endurance pushed to its limits, I was too late.  My clothes torn and bloody and my limbs trembling, I looked up just in time to see her press the curse into my love’s body.  His skin came alight instantly with searing red glyphs, which dulled to purple, then black, and moved all over his face, his hands, like a swarm of sickening ants, and then sunk into him out of sight to take hold of his very soul.

His eyes rolled back, then closed, and he crumpled into a boneless heap, like a puppet with its strings cut. Continue reading

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