…Look, ‘CL’ was funny to me when I wrote it.
Tag: microfiction
Patreon Microfiction: ‘Double-Barrelled Destiny.’
‘Double-Barrelled Destiny:’ Shotguns, to me, have the fundamental feel of a fantasy weapon. I feel that Conan the Barbarian might disdain many modern weapons (he’d use them, but he’d disdain them). But double-barreled shotguns? Yeah, you could put one in his hands and it wouldn’t look ridiculous.
Patreon Microfiction: ‘Unexpected Delivery.’
Excuse me, but ‘Unexpected Delivery’ is the way of my people. Forget it at thy peril.
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Patreon Microfiction: “Red Wedding Reception.”
Yes, Morgan Barod’s going back to Red Bank, for a “Red Wedding Reception.” With a promotion, no less (that’s not necessarily great news, considering the size of his realm’s armed forces). I just don’t know when I’m going to have time to write about all of those adventures.
Patreon Microfiction: ‘Why There’s A Second Contact Team.’
July 9, Patreon Drive/Microfiction Plus: ‘Wheels Within Wheels.’
Extra-sized microfiction today! Wheels Within Wheels is behind the paywall, though. Sorry.
Patreon Microfiction: Unclocked.
We here at MoeLane.com are committed to a forward-thinking policy of innovation and creativity in the field of Post-Corporeal Ambulatory Terrors. Other content generation platforms might be content to continually rehash existing horror paradigms, but we hold ourselves to a higher standard. It is our privilege to showcase new exploratory subjects like “Unclocked,” and we hope to continue this tradition of service for decades to come. Remember: Moe Lane is your lane to entertainment!
Patreon Microfiction: A Moment of Weakness.
“A Moment Of Weakness” reminds us that temptation can run the other way, too. And that, for all its pretensions, Evil seems to have a difficult time sustaining its sway. Its fires burn fiercely; but usually quickly, too. …Or so I believe.
Patreon Microfiction: Not Your Problem.
If ‘Not Your Problem’ is bleak, it’s uniquely so. I mean, tough luck on the infinitely future cosmos, sure. But this doesn’t sound like a particularly bad deal for us. I mean, I don’t even really remember the apartment my family had in Brooklyn.