Moe Lane

The Mathematician Sings of Love is not really genre fiction. But I suppose that it’s at least geeky. You take what you can get.

Found here. I put it up there for two reasons: one, I needed the practice in embedding images to Patreon posts.  The process is not entirely intuitive.  Second, it’d be awesome if I made it through the next checkpoint, which would be the point where the monthly short stories hit 3K words.  So, hey, tell your friends!  Buck a month is all it takes, folks.

A mere buck a month to my Patreon gives you regular fiction and gaming material, including a short story every month.  Heck, if I reach my next checkpoint between now and the 30th I’m going to have to scramble most entertainingly to make that new deadline.  Do you want to see me scramble? Of course you do! Watching other people dance is funny!

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I am doing my level best to avoid making more puns while talking about “Speaker-to-Sheep.” Although ‘puns’ may not be the best term to use.  Anyway, this is obviously not very serious and is definitely a case where I started with the punchline and worked my way backwards. Because, hey, 100 words.

The alternate title to “Can’t Catch Me” ought to be Parents: THINK Before You Tell Your Children Fairy Tales.  Then again, that’s a pretty dang bad title. Or even a worse word than ‘dang.’

Link here for the PDF, but I’d prefer it if you went to my Patreon account and read Night Patrol there.  And then told all your friends.  And have them sign up for my Patreon.  Anyway, this story is absolutely free. Hope you enjoy.

“‘Ware Thorns” reminds us that plants aren’t more naturally peaceful and accommodating; they’re merely very slow, from our point of view. And generally sessile anyway.  But sometimes you mess with them at your peril.

Short Story: “A Most Successful Demon Summoning”

The Fermi Resolution, Part 7: Adventure Themes

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“Permanent Houseguests” is admittedly a low-probability scenario. Unless it’s, I don’t know, simply a species worldview mismatch or something. Then it might make more sense.  Maybe.

Patreon!  Close to a 3K word short story per month!  So tantalizingly close…

No, I don’t know how the stardrive in “Ignorance Is Bliss” would work.  In fact, I don’t know how ANY stardrive would work.  I don’t have the math — and I don’t know what I would do with it if I had it, either.

The New Wave: a magical alternative history of the 1980s. If the idea of playing a campaign where the punks, the new wavers, the gothic rockers, the synth-poppers, the hip-hoppers, the glam metal-heads, and everybody else that you watched on Martha Quinn-era MTV are laying down some arcane beats — and dressing accordingly, just because — then I think that you’ll like this one.  I’m finishing up my current campaign world (the Fermi Resolution) either this month or next month, so it won’t start right away.  Which is good, because I have to go listen to a hell of a lot of music now.

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“More For Us!” asks the question that nobody else would: is it always bad when astral parasites gather to batten on your pain and suffering?  Admittedly, maybe it’s not the most obvious and rewarding question that nobody else has ever asked, but I gotta work with what I got. Besides, microfiction is a nicely flexible field for these sorts of self-contained literary concepts.