Me and Social Media: An Update

You have maybe heard of the migration from "the birdsite" to a group of "federated" websites built on the bones of an extinct elephant. And if you know what this means, you might want to skip down to the next section. If not, then maybe you have no idea what I'm talking about. The gist …

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Fiction | Seamen

Is MerMay swimming along faster than expected, or is that just me? Either way, here's a short fantasy I've been meaning to share. This is an unfinished draft. Please don't get too attached to it. I want to build up the story more later. Content Note: Erotic content meant for adult readers only. Human/monster pairing. …

Happy MerMay

Are you familiar with #MerMay? Officially, it's a mermaid-themed drawing challenge similar to #Inktober. For me this year, it's going to be an excuse to focus on various types of merfolk-related projects. I will be drawing to build up my amateur skills, but I'll also writing and posting work here through the month. My themes …

A Dragon’s Heart and Other Stories

Hello. 👋 This is an update about stories old and new. Fals' Fiction has been copied from Medium.com into blog posts. As of this writing, the accompanying header images are not always showing. I will fix those, add proper credits to the original publishers within the posts, and redirect the links on the Fiction page …

Fiction | Our Favorite Android

You ask him this time. © Angel-Kun We keep losing track of our favorite android. I don’t know how he’s moving through the ship. But CommDeck always finds his recordings. 4Derek (as he calls himself) goes into an unidentified setting–a converted access area of the ship where the location trackers aren’t working. He strips naked …

Poem | Gifts in Silk

© KateNovikova ​I have given you bows wrapping my body, faux silk printed by bots, so tiny, creating, spinning from liquid — the opposite of melting touch. Originally published in P.S. I Love You: Poetry Sunday.

Fiction | Meet Me in Spurta

Hey, bro, I’d promised after the lecture to msg about the group. We meet in the Spurta app Sat. Every week. Full day with a break for lunch. The mornings are for fighting. The evenings are fucking. You don’t have go full-body for the arena but turn on ALL your haptics for the temple. Whatever …

Camping in July 2019

April's Camp NaNoWriMo was unproductive due to family and health issues. That was the first of two of the two casual, international writing events hosted by the National Novel Writing Month team. That means there's a make up camp! For this month's project, I'm returning to the romantic science fiction novel that's the core of …

Fiction | Demonic Garage

Someone’s going to have to lend a hand. © calibra ​The demon gave up on tempting Irwin from his seat in the back corner of Irwin’s garage. He’d sat on the raised platform by the door into the house too long, apparently. The metal legs of his chair clanged on the concrete floor. “How long you …

Fiction | Sunrise Scales

That one (fantastical) fish in the sea. © mateusmiliano10 My former mate tried to twist out of my net. I don’t think he recognized me. Must have been my hairy legs. “Let go! Let go!” “Hmmm, nope.” I squatted in the shallows where he’d swam into my trap. He slapped his fish tail and man …