How were they? I am intrigued.
How were they? I am intrigued.
Big Redwall vibes.
Yes I'm currently GMng a Star Wars game but also I could be playing Firefly.
SO EXCITED.
Ooooooo.
I love a library story. Libraries are such liminal spaces.
This looks amazing! I can't wait!
Greg Davies: Great task, well done. Didnβt eat a thing.
Persephone: Thank you.
Alex Horne: Ah. Well. Letβs take another look at that pomegranate.
Everything as the set up for a pun feels very old school to me (and not in a good way).
I really enjoyed Kyoto, but there's so much to see in so many places that you have to prioritize somehow.
Congratulations and also ooooph that hits hard.
Let's do a thread! (In no particular order.)
John Wiswell is amazing. I resonate so much with For Lack of a Bed, as someone who has been dealing with chronic pain for over a decade.
www.diabolicalplots.com/dp-fiction-7...
Gawain the green knight opening a letter sealed with wax
Little Alex Horne in his studio chair with the caption "so a simple task: land a fair blow anywhere on the green knight. One year later meet him at the green chapel, receive the same blow yourself."
A cut to a wider shot showing Greg Davies in his throne turning to Little Alex Horne subtitled "Well surely no one just ran up and whanged his head clean off."
Cut back to Little Alex Horne subtitled "Let's see Gawain first."
Looks like the original has been swept away by the sands of time.
Rose Ciesla has written a lot of brilliant pieces--you can read Necromancy is an MLM: A Thread in Archive of the Odd. The title speaks for itself. I read it and immediately knew that Rose has nailed necromancy. And MLMs. And live tweeting.
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A Parable of Slow Songs
by Guan Un was highly commended in the Welkin Mini Writing Contest and I can't even be mad that it beat my piece because it's so good. There's just so much crammed into very few words.
www.mattkendrick.co.uk/welkin-stori...
The anthology Dreams of Distant Shores by Patricia McKillip just squeaks in at the ten year mark. McKillip writes such beautiful prose that it feels like poetry. Every time I read her work I know I will never reach those heights.
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Marie Vibbert is crazy productive and all her work is great. I enjoyed Spandex, Sports, and Space Vampires a whole lot.
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I adore a good list story, and How to Safely Store Your Magical Artifacts After Saving the World is devastating. It's a list and a narrative and it will break your heart.
www.uncannymagazine.com/article/how-...
Where Oaken Hearts do Gather by Sarah Pinkser makes me despair of ever writing something so intricate, so beautiful, so layered.
This completely upended my idea of what a short story could be. It plays with form in an extraordinary way.
www.uncannymagazine.com/article/wher...
T. Kingfisher has a million short stories, all worth reading, I'm going to suggest The Rose MacGregor Drinking and Admiration Society because it is so hilarious.
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Let's do a thread! (In no particular order.)
John Wiswell is amazing. I resonate so much with For Lack of a Bed, as someone who has been dealing with chronic pain for over a decade.
www.diabolicalplots.com/dp-fiction-7...
This is really fascinating! At 1400 there was a definite increase in difficulty. I could understand the gist of things, but missed quite a few words. I gave up at 1200. I could only understand a few words. Most of it was opaque.
I could understand a lot further back than I would have guessed.
Your books are always lovely and organized in a very helpful way.
I was told I have an architectural distortion which makes it sound like there is a house growing in my body.
What do you mean Dracula taught you nothing about business?
1. Invest in real estate.
2. You can cut costs by shipping yourself places.
3. Staffing is as easy as enthralling any young barrister who wanders by.
4. Avoid direct sunlight.
Lots of fabulous short stories here!
Discworld QOTD, from Wyrd Sisters
As many a person has pointed out, in the event of an apocalypse, the armed guards would have a lot more power than the billionaire.
There is no room for birds or trees on a space station, so I bring the ghosts of a forest--elms and oaks, rustling in a long ago breeze. The faint smell of apples from the orchard drifts through the control center, and my quarters are full of birdsong, flashes of brown darting into ghostly leaves.
I am an author with depth. For instance, last week I had an idea for a hard sci-fi piece about a black hole where the decaying orbit of the researcher's spaceship is a metaphor for their relationship, and this week I had an idea for a smutty Star Wars fanfiction.