I know the premise of ‘Went Native’ kind of sucks, but… whaddya gonna do? It happened. Strictly speaking, it’s no living human’s fault that it happened. Life isn’t always tidy, or fair.
Tag: patreon microfiction
Patreon Microfiction: Weakness.
Ah, Weakness. Yeah, well, good is not always nice. It sometimes is, but that’s not a requirement.
Patreon Microfiction: Better Safe.
It’s not really established just who is ‘Better Safe’ in this scenario, is it? Although it’s probably diagnostic that this story is reminding me I need to spend December whipping GHOSTS ON AN ALIEN WIND into shape. I don’t want to push back publication on that any longer than I need to.
Patreon Microfiction: Labyrinth.
‘Labyrinth’ came from a fun game of Microscope I played, a few months back. …It mostly makes sense only if you played that particular spontaneously-generated campaign, huh? Shame, because it was a fun night.
#commissionearned
Patreon Microfiction: Out of Period.
The thing I am most pleased with in ‘Out of Period’ is ‘fersure-ly.’ I mean, it’s an obscure joke even for me, but to me and a bunch of other recreationists it’s pretty good. That’ll do.
Patreon Microfiction: Mutual Trade Benefits.
Note that all of the names in ‘Mutual Trade Benefits’ are translations. The concepts came across reasonably well, too. Which makes sense, because all of these aliens were enough like us to work out real estate deals.
Patreon Microfiction: Invasive Species.
What’s the message of “Invasive Species?” That sky octopuses are cool. …Sorry about that.
Patreon Microfiction: Alchemical Byproducts.
The dude in ‘Alchemical Byproducts’ isn’t exactly whining about it, but he’s feeling just a touch aggrieved. Having the Philosopher’s Stone is turning out to be a solid, stone-cold moneymaker, after all (if not quite literally, in this world of fiat currency). He’s just embarrassed that all the pure science people are pissed at him now.
Patreon Microfiction: …Why, It *Cuts*.
I’m not sure why Those That Must felt they needed to kill an entire galaxy that way in “…Why, It Cuts,” but they did. I get the [impression] that Those That Must aren’t very nice. Maybe not precisely evil, but they’re not very nice at all.
Patreon Microfiction: Scrimshaw.
I didn’t realize before I did ‘Scrimshaw’ that punk dryads could be a thing. But they could be, right? It could be an entire look. Alas, I can’t draw worth a damn.