Patreon Microfiction: Cosmic Horror Shouldn’t Be This Dull.

Yeah. Cosmic horror shouldn’t be this dull. And yet, there’s no reason it shouldn’t be, is there? That’s the entire point of an indifferent cosmos that doesn’t care in the slightest about how you feel about things; sometimes you’re not even allowed the dignity of having bad things inexorably happen to you.

Patreon Microfiction: ‘Ghost From The Machine.’

There’s a tacit agreement in place, in the ‘Ghost From The Machine’ universe: you don’t ask scientists about why you need one particular bit of android to transfer consciousness and memory, and scientists don’t feel obligated to make a fuss over the entire thing. This is just something that happens. It’s a Mystery, everybody accepts it, and gets on with the war.

Patreon Microfiction: Sufficiently Developed Technology.

‘Sufficiently Developed Technology’ assumes that nobody else would develop purely mechanistic ways to mess around with the universe, which admittedly seems very low-probability. Then again, how do we know it’s low-probability? When it comes to sapient species development, we’re dealing with one heck of a small sample size.

Patreon Microfiction: “The Girl With the Sensible Boots.”

So, I took a look at “The Girl With the Sensible Boots,” and decided that it could make a suitable short story. So I made it into one. You can find it here.

Patreon Microfiction: There’s Worse Places To Wait Out A War.

“There’s Worse Places To Wait Out A War” is straight-up science fiction, in the space operatic tradition. It’s a good question he asks at the end. Why in God’s name would his species want to be at war with them?

Patreon Microfiction: Two-Fisted Cosmic Cthulhu Tales!

I kind of want, and kind of don’t want, to write more of “Two-Fisted Cosmic Cthulhu Tales!” On the one hand, it’ll annoy some people I enjoy annoying. On the other hand, I’m getting a bit old to be a pain in the butt. And on the squirming facial tentacles: will it even sell?

Patreon Microfiction: ‘Let Us Know When You’re Done.’

You know how you can walk into something, then have a lot of crap suddenly come down and suddenly people are screaming at each other, and you don’t know why? And then a big dude comes up to you, and lets you know that now is not a good time? And then politely suggests that you stand not on the order of your coming, but go at once?

Yeah, that’s humanity in ‘Let Us Know When You’re Done.’ Some doors you close again right away.


Patreon Microfiction: Yes, It’s Messy.

“Yes, It’s Messy” is a perfectly accurate description of what happens when a Void finds some extra-dimensional matter to absorb. Although possibly not a horrific enough one. The worst part is when the Void needs only about, say, a pound of flesh…