As ‘Table for One At Le Déchets’ might suggest, the idea of a civilized ghoul interests me. I suppose it’s the subversion of expectations. Or maybe I simply like how Lovecraft’s ghouls got pretty cool as he kept working on ’em. Either way…
Tag: fiction
10/03/2020 Snippet, PATCHWORK GOD.
09/08/2020 Snippet, THE THING IN MY HIP FLASK.
‘Job Along the Borderlands’ short story is up on Patreon!
The Tom Vargas story was rapidly becoming a novella. Job Along the Borderlands is a Fermi Resolution story that will appear in the short story collection, mind you. So: feedback is welcome.
New post up on Patreon: Terry.
Not microfiction: this one was a bit over 1K words. I put it up there because I should let them have more treats. I’ll bring “Terry.” over here after a week or two. And yes, that period is deliberate.
Snippet of… I dunno what to call it. “Obsequies for the Golden Emperor?”
Or something. This idea is probably gonna be the new RPG setting AND this month’s Patreon story, though. Efficiency! Cthulhu Mythos!
Also: Patreon!
Continue reading Snippet of… I dunno what to call it. “Obsequies for the Golden Emperor?”Operation JOE, Part 3
https://moelane.com/tag/operation-joe/
People ask me what it’s like to die, but fortunately I haven’t a clue. I never remember what it’s like, and I mean that literally. My ability to form new memories gets turned off, probably because it likely hurts like a sonofabitch to have your soul forcibly held on this plane of existence while a new body that might or might not be made from your corpse is woven around you. Which is probably prudent; God forbid that I develop any kind of psychological trauma from the death/resurrection process. I mean that literally, too. Nobody wants somebody like me to go insane.
What I do get out of the process is a collection of buzzing auditory hallucinations, the uniquely disconcerting feeling that my arteries have a thin coating of honey, and the embarrassing realization that some asshole just killed me. Me. That’s not how it’s supposed to work! I think that the reaction is designed to get me ready to go over and kill the asshole right back, but I don’t know. It might be a normal response for somebody in my circumstances.
NaNoWriMo, 11/03/2019: 2083/6157.
10% done! And you may find the snippet here. Enjoy!
This month’s Patreon stuff is up.
- The Smythe-Worthington Foundation, Part 3. The Temporal Security Organization, for good and ill.
- Short Story: RESCUE FROM CHATEAU D’ALÉATOIRE. Not part of any particular existing world of mine.
Check ’em out, and sign on up!
Patreon microfiction: “Tally-ho!”
I feel that ‘Tally-ho!’ will — assuming that we ever get FTL, galactic civilizations, and space wars — prove prophetic. “We never, ever do X in this tactical situation.” :humans look at each other: “…REALLY?”
Hey. Tell me I’m wrong.