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Tails of Lady Miller's Memorial Catgirl Trust
Catgirl University (part 2)

Memo: Laser Pointers in Lectures
From: Prof H Tepford (School of Mathematics)
To: Academic Teaching Staff

Please utilise caution in using laser pointers in lectures. There are some students who will focus on the pointer rather than the material being covered.

Unfortunately, privacy rules do not allow me to identify the students in question, but I believe it should be reasonably obvious on a quick visual inspection of the attendants.

Hamish.

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From: Dr A. De Jeune (School of Medicine)
To: Prof H Tepford (School of Mathematics
Subject: Laser Pointer Memo

Hamish,
I have one of them in my BioChem 100 class. Thanks for the warning.
Alyce.

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From: Dr G Cranbourne-Wilson (School of Engineering)
To: Prof H Tepford (School of Mathematics
Subject: Laser Pointer Memo

Hamish,
I have one in Mech Eng 101.

Unfortunately your warning came too late. She apologised afterwards, and made sure to stay with me until the ambulance came.

I should be back on campus next week, albeit with a moonboot.

Greg.

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To: HR Safety Team
From: Felicity Ambrose - Safety Investigator
Subject: OH&S Incident in Mech Eng 101 dd/mm/yyyyy 09:41

Team,
Attached is my report on the OH&S incident last Wednesday in which Dr Cranborne-Wilson broke his ankle.

There is sufficient documentary evidence that he could have reasonably assessed the risks of the activities he was taking part in, and could have avoided the hazardous situation.

At this point, I am satisfied that we have no legal obligations beyond medical leave.

Flick.

#SFF #SF #SciFi #IAmWriting #microfic #tootfic #microfiction #Catgirls

Tails of Lady Miller's Memorial Catgirl Trust
Catgirl University

Professor Hamish Tepford was always intrigued to see what new fashion each new year of first-years brought to the lecture hall. As a statistics professor, he encountered students from most schools at the University, because most courses outside of the fine arts required at least one unit.

So he got to see a very broad spectrum of students, from the very staid (post-grad or mature age business) to the outlandishly extreme (almost anyone else). Unlike his fellows, he enjoyed teaching the bridging and introductory courses. Seeing the new faces, and seeing the light of understanding kick in at various points was a delight he could not pass up. But then, he was regarded as a little odd by his peers.

As the new class filed in, he made mental notes. In hair, hot pink was replacing the silver, and strips rather than a fade in or out. Piercings and tatts were still 'in'. Oh, and it looked like animatronics were...

Wait. Those ears were not animatronics. Were they some sort of cosmetic surgery? There were three of them, all sitting together. One stood, and he saw a tail curl around her waist before she sat down again.

That was when he realised that this was not a fashion statement. He had seen the replay of the press conference from a month or two back. Catgirls. But what were they doing in his class?

He mentally slapped himself. "Taking introductory statistics 017", obviously.

He checked his roll. There they were, three mononymic students. Biba, Natasha, and Antoinette-Sussanah.

He took first attendance - the only one he ever bothered with. He had a good head for names and faces. Then he started his introduction.

Part way through, while he was highlighting some of the course objectives, he suddenly felt his neck prickle. He looked over his shoulder at the lecture hall, and immediately saw the three pairs of eyes with absolute and complete focus on the screen.

The other students were taking notes or just nodding along. But those three were utterly fixated on ... Oh.

He turned off the laser pointer.

#SF #SFF #SciFi #IAmWriting #microfiction #microfic #tootfic #Catgirls

As usual, for @ami_angelwings .

9 Months ago, Council Chambers, Horsebreeder Clan lands.

Joyful Finder stood after the immediate business had been dealt with. Since taking to space Clan Council meetings had become longer, and she knew everyone was tired. But this had to be raised, and if not now, then at the end of another meeting - when again, everyone would be tired.

"The Council hears Joyful Finder of the Horsebreeders" the chair announced.
"Thank-you", she paused and straightened before continuing "Although it is unlikely that Seeker will obtain the information she has been tasked with locating in this first tour, we must make plans for what we will do when the home of the raiders is found."
One of the elders from the Fisher Clan spoke up "I presume you have ideas, Joyful?"
She shook her head "Unfortunately, no. I have been studying the histories brought back from the Scouts' archives. They are extensive, and go back to before humans took to the stars. There are even hints of when our ancestors were taken from the human homeworld."
The same elder asked "But?"
Joy sighed. "But in all that time they have recorded only two instances where an invader successfully replaced the rulers of a land without causing resentment that took generations to resolve. And frequently never did."
The Forester Clan elder cleared his throat "So we do what they did."
"If only it were that simple. In both cases the lands in question had made open war against a coalition of other nations. After initial successes, they were beaten back, and then crushed absolutely. The coalitions then spent vast sums rebuilding the nations they had just defeated."
The Forester elder grunted "Seems simple enough then. It seems that things mostly match our circumstances."
"Except for one thing. In both cases the lands were subject to totalitarian and authoritarian rulers. We know nothing of how the raiders are ruled or the structure of their society."
"So why are you raising this?" that was the Fisher elder again.
"I am hoping the Council is wiser than a single ex-Scout, and can find a solution."

There was silence.

Several minutes passed, and various elders whispered to each other. Then one of the elders of Weaver Clan stood. "You present a problem to us, but you have already given us the solution."
Joy frowned in puzzlement "I have?"
"Indeed. Our first course of action is to learn what their society is. And you are our best resource there."
"I am?"
"I move to the council that Joyful Finder be charged with recruiting and training a Scout force, whose task will be to learn all there is about the raider society."

Around the chamber was a sound of agreement.

Joy swayed a little in shock, and then asked "May I seek aid from the Scouts themselves in this?"
The chair stood "That would be prudent. Despite the treaty."

Joy sat heavily, feeling her years. There was a mail ship expected in a few weeks. She'd have to write to the sector commander. Convincingly.

#SFF #SF #SciFi #microfic #tootfic #microfiction #IAmWriting #ShamanSpace

This morning my best friend, Rikky, handed me a sheet of paper between classes as we passed.

Then during lunch she yelled at me, said some really horrible things, and stormed off saying that she never wanted to see me again. I almost threw out the paper, but I decided to read it. We had been friends since primary school, after all.

Scribbled at the top in her writing was "I'm sorry. I don't mean any of it. I'll see you in seventeen years. Stay alive."

Under that was this email.

"The day after tomorrow your best friend, Janice, is going to get pulled up in front of the school. There will be news cameras and reporters and government officials.

Janice Southward will be the next Chosen One.

How do I know? Because seventeen years ago my best friend was chosen. And I've been trying to keep him alive ever since. That is going to be your job now. I'll help, but you know her best.

But you can never been seen anywhere near her. If you are, you will get your mail and email screened, and you will be watched so you cannot interfere.

Why?

Because the Chosen One of each generation is not picked by some prophecy or seer or test of skill. They are picked at random. They have no special powers, no great destiny. They get a little stipend, enough so they don't have to work if they don't want to.

So what are they? They are bait. For every two-bit villain who comes along. They will have it shoved in their faces that there is a Chosen One - and even who it is. So they will go after them. And the government will know where they are going. So they can finish them off.

About one in ten of the Chosen Ones make it to 34. I want Janice to be one of them. Why? Because I've kept Callum alive. And I want his successor to do the same.

I worked my way into the Statistics Bureau. They are the ones who deal with The Chosen One and the idiots who go after them. The day after tomorrow I hope to see Callum for the first time in seventeen years.

And I will be waiting for you in the Bureau. Join me. And help keep Janice alive.

Show this to Janice, and then have a very public fight with her. Tell her to destroy this. No one can know. Especially not the Bureau. "

I sat back, and went to the loo. I tore the paper into tiny tiny bits and flushed them.

It all sounded insane. But there is going to be a big assembly tomorrow.

I guess I'd better destroy this as well.

#SF #SFF #microfiction #Microfic #tootfic #IAmWriting #MaybeDistopia

Here’s the original introductory post for my #Writing Tips series. What makes it useful is that it lists about 2 dozen related posts I wrote during my first four years of blogging. https://aneclecticmind.com/2008/09/29/writing-tips/ There are 19 years of blog posts after that. #IAmWriting

I’m #blogging today and the first thing I did was to modify my blog to include a “Human Made” image right at the top of the sidebar. I urge other bloggers to do something like this if they, like me, refuse to lean on an AI crutch to write original content. #NoAI #FuckAI #IAmWriting #writing https://aneclecticmind.com

@leoboulton Have you considered pen and paper?

I started doing "morning pages" as recommended in The Artists Way by Julia Cameron (a book I do NOT recommend) and it has been great. It puts #writing on a schedule that I do not skip. This morning was my 69th entry and I have only missed two days.

If all you care about is getting words out, pen and paper is the way to go. No distractions from clunky interfaces or unnecessary formatting. Just write it down. #IAmWriting

Yippee! The new issue of PassageMaker magazine is out and my article is in there! I just found it in Libby on my iPad, but I think my subscription went in soon enough to get it in the mail. Photo shows the title page spread; I shot the photo from my dinghy at one of our stops. Also, my author bio on the contributor page.

My first magazine article was published in 1989 and it wasn't anything special but I still get a kick out of seeing every single one in print. #IAmWriting #boating #writing

Shaman Space Part 5
14 months after leaving Mother of All. In final jump to Mother of All.

Sparks and Alaine were in the engine room checking over the engines before exiting jump. It had been a much busier jump than usual, as the Captain and Suri, the navigator, were bringing in the captured raider ship. At least, the crew hoped they were. Once they entered jump, there was no way of communicating or even locating the other ship.

"How are you and Seeker holding up?" Sparks asked, without looking up from the diagnostics display.
"One point five seven - what?"
"How are you and Seeker holding up? It was a pretty intense thing with that raider ship."
"We're" Alaine paused and started again "I'm still having some rough nights. I'm looking forward to meeting with a counsellor at Mother of All. Seeker says they are very good at dealing with trauma."
"And Seeker?"
"She's not as shaken up as the first time. Partly because of the first time, and partly because those people were her ancestral nemesis. But I think she's looking forward to some counselling as well."
"Good. How's that coil looking?"
"Uh, one point five seven above spec. Within acceptable limits."
"One point five seven? That's about as close to perfect as you could hope for."

The intercom chimed "Bridge to Engineering. Are we clear?" the voice of Engel the First Mate came from the grill next to the diagnostic station. Alaine glanced at Sparks who nodded.
"All clear bridge" he replied.
"All hands, all hands, stand by for re-entry into normal space."

Alaine watched as the jump engines collapsed their private universe around them, and dropped them back into normal space.
Engel's voice came over the intercom again "We are now in normal space. Resume duties."
"Reaction drives active" Alaine reported after checking his instruments.
"Confirmed. All systems online" Sparks responded as she did her own checks.
"Confirmed" Alaine replied.
"OK, off to the bridge with you, Alaine. I've got things here."

He nodded, and started to head forward. He paused at the hatch "Sparks?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for asking."
"No problem. We're as good as family on this ship. We look after each other."
"I know, but still, thanks."

Alaine continued forward to the bridge. Engel, Dyani, and Seeker were there.
"Any word from Bright Sky?" he asked as he entered.
Seeker looked up from the comms panel "Not yet, but they could be a few minutes away."
"I'm not picking up any other ships in the immediate area" Dyani added.

Seeker frowned "Hold on" she tweaked the gain control, and listened. There was a pause. "I have Bright Sky. She's about fifteen light minutes away. She came out just before us. Sending our position."
Engel looked back at Seeker "Are they OK?"
"Yes, yes, all systems nominal."
"OK, Alaine, calculate a rendezvous that we can make into an approach to Divesen Station. Dyani, stay on the scope for any trouble."
"On it" they both replied.

Seeker looked towards the distant sun. She was almost home. She had news.

#SFF #SF #SciFi #microfic #tootfic #microfiction #IAmWriting #ShamanSpace

As you know Bob, back on April 19 I self published my first book, a collection of my microfiction from the preceding three years.

So, how is that going for me?

To date, I have sold 20 copies (combined print and electronic) via online sales through third party channels. For some reason Germany appears to be particularly fond of my writing. Go figure.

I have also sold seven copies through local bookshops, and eight at Swancon. I have six more copies on consignment.

I am pleased to say that Boundless Books still have me in stock, and Dymocks Subiaco are carrying me, as is Shadow Kissed Books. This is in addition to all the usual online suspects.

I am thrilled to say that I now have a direct online sales channel via my printer/distributor. So you can now buy direct from me! I would, however, prefer you to buy from your friendly local bookshop. My RRP in Australia is the same at a bookshop as it is direct, because your local store needs your support. If they don't stock it, ask them to order it. And if they refuse, then come to me.

I will also have it for sale at Genghiscon in January.

https://rdmasters.lympago.com/p/my-book.html

#Microfiction #IAmWriting #SelfPublishing #ShamelessSelfPromotion #Books

Happy International Cat Day! Just received my first bad review on my book GOOSE CREEK HOLLER. Pretty harsh, and while I get where the reviewer is coming from, did he actually read the part about the other Southern delicacies consumed by the Appalachian family of Buchnells? It also starts with a "G". I think not, or he might have given a more favorable review and at least a one paw up. And it's hollar, not holler, Mr. Harrison. Sheesh, reviewers. #cats #cat #bookReview #reviews #review #mastodon #fediverse #books #booksky #bookstodon #book #humor #fun #caturday #saturday #goose #goosecreekholler #sophiajanehayden #novels #novel #Southern #Appalachia #Appalachian #mysteryThriller #mystery #writingCommunity #writing #writer #writers #scribesAndMakers #writingCommunity #reading #read #readersofmastodon #readingCommunity #readin2026 #felines #harrison #catskills #words #iamwriting

I have a question for my readers. My next anthology of microfiction will have a number of random stories, and a number of stories following a particular theme and set of characters. Should I mix them up, or separate out the two sets of stories?

#IAmWriting #Microfiction #Microfic #Tootfic #Publishing

I already know what happens after this second book, since it manifested to me in a layered dream and I wrote it all down.

The third fairytale will have music themed story, with redemption, selfishness, finding oneself, and whether one should follow the footsteps of one's parent out of obligation or find something else to find joy in. Also longing for something unknown, and how people react to fundamental rejection.

Etc. Etc. Cool words. :P

#IAmWriting #Plotting #Bookstodon

Since today has been...tough, I decided to spend a big part of my evening to just plot a story and let my brain relax. (:

In result I now know a big chunk of plot for another "Fairytale", which I will work on time to time when I want to just have fun. It will have things like - tattoo magic, exploration of bodily autonomy, religion vs cult musings, and ancient magic vs new magic.

It will be fun to write when I get there.

#IAmWriting #Bookstodon

..sometimes I get #feedback that people are enjoying this series.. more #books in this quantum soul series are definitely in the planning and #writing phase.. #iamwriting

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Today went to replying to client emails, and writing down very important publishing notes for myself so I can be a bit more organized when going through my old stories and giving them a re-fresh.

Next eBooks that will re-appear next month are: Smell Complaint (short horror story), Familiar Feast (short fantasy story), and Charity (a comedic horror novellette).

My writing website will also have an overhaul to prepare for the Fairytale release in September! :D

#IamWriting #Bookstodon

The tiny island community surveyed the devastation the typhoon had caused. Fishing boats were tossed onto the land, buildings levelled, and the bridge linking them to the next island had been torn apart by the waves.

On the horizon, the wall of the other side of the typhoon's eye approached.

From inside the storm shelter a voice yelled "There's an aid flight coming in! Wait! No! No! They've taken a lightning hit, and lost power! They're going down!"

The few who had left to do a quick survey ran back, but just as they reached the entrance they froze as a terrific roar filled the air.

Looking back, they saw a huge shadow in the storm wall. The enraged roar came again, and a giant reptilian shape burst from the clouds, bat-like wings beating against the wind.

The dragon flew at the island, and landed just outside the shelter, wings covering most of the remains of the settlement's buildings.

In the dragon's left foreclaw was the fuselage of an aircraft, wings ripped off. It set it down.

The hatch opened, and a woman got out. She looked up. The dragon raised its head and stared at her. "I told you I should have made the flight" it growled.
"If it hadn't been for that lightning strike, I would have been fine."
"And yet here we are."
"Sorry, love."
"You are safe now, that is all that really matters. And the emergency supplies are here."
The woman looked at the small group huddled at the entrance to the storm shelter.
"And this is why I thought I should do it."
The dragon lowered its head. "I suppose."
She called out "Don't worry, she's here to help. I need a hand getting the supplies out before the eye passes. Come *on*."
One man, braver than the others started towards her. "Miss?"
"Freddy", she gestured to the dragon, "and this is Emerald." She climbed back in, and a larger hatch at the rear opened. "Come on, form a chain. Quickly!"

The rest of the small group who had ventured out, formed a line, and passed the packages of supplies and equipment into the shelter.

Emerald rumbled "Inside Freddy. I'll guard."

Freddy reached up, and kissed Emerald's snout "Thanks for the save, love", then she turned and ran into the shelter.

The doors closed just as the winds of the typhoon hit again. Emerald gripped the ground, and used her wings to protect the wrecked aircraft. It might be so much junk now, but it was Freddy's pride and joy. So she would protect what was left of it.

#SF #SFF #Fantasy #microfiction #microfic #tootfic #IAmWriting #Dragon

@ami_angelwings
The Catgirl Visitation 2/2

Doctor Smith started to stand, and Silver jumped down from the arm of the chair to help him. "Lady Miller", he inclined his head, "I am Doctor Smith, and this is Silver."
Ami felt Twilly go very still next to her.
"You" Twilly hissed.
Silver tensed again, but the older man just raised a hand "I suspected you might recognise me. I come seeking aid."
Twilly made her fur settle, and then took the seat opposite the one the doctor had been sitting in. "Rayo, please serve tea."
Rayo brought the trolley over, and served tea, first to Silver, then to Lady Miller, then the doctor, and finally to Ami.
Twilly took a sip, exhaled, and then spoke "Now Doctor Smith, why should I aid you?"
"Because I am dying, Lady Miller. And Ai was not the first cyborg I built. The project that created Ai let me siphon off materials to create Silver here."
"Why?"
"Because my dear little girl was dying, Lady Miller. She was dying. Cancer. But I still had to deliver on the project. I knew the late Lady Miller had been snooping around. I may have been less careful than I should have been with some records."
"On purpose."
"Indeed."
"And how can the Catgirl Trust aid you, doctor?"
"It was Silver's idea, although she has since had second, third, fourth, fifth, and many subsequent thoughts about it. I find it elegant."
"And what is that idea?"
"That your people, aided by my blueprints, should do to me what I did to my kitten."
"Again, why?"
Silver spoke up "Because Joseph is dying, Lady Miller. Lung cancer."
Ami inspected the doctor with more care "Metastasised?" she asked.
"Yes. The estimates are three to six months" Silver replied.

Twilly looked from Silver, hovering over the doctor protectively, to the doctor himself, and then looked to Ami. "Second opinion?"
Ami considered for a moment "It is a big step for us, but I think your mother would approve."
"I agree. And he did what he could to save Silver. Rayo?"
"Señora, it feels right."
"Ai," Twilly raised her voice a fraction, "Come meet your sister."
The door opened and Ai entered cautiously "Sister?"
"Yes, Ai, this is Silver. And Doctor Smith, I believe we can help you."

#Catgirls #SF #SFF #SciFi #microfiction #microfic #tootfic #IAmWriting

The Catgirl Visitation 1/2

Outside of routine deliveries, visitors to the Miller manor were rare. Rarer still were unexpected visitors. It was, therefore, a source of considerable curiosity when a cab - all the way from London - pulled up unannounced on a Monday morning. But as curious as everyone was, no-one approached. They waited.

Two people got out. One had a tail.

Rayo, dressed in an approximation of a butler's uniform, answered the door. Standing at the door was a man in his fifties, just starting to grey at the temples, leaning on a cane. Next to him was a catgirl with bright blue ears and tail, dressed in a neat business blazer and skirt.
"Good morning. I am Doctor Joseph Smith, and this is Silver. I apologise for arriving unannounced, but I need to speak with Lady Twillychiss Miller", his voice had a slight wheeze to it, but still had a strength.
Rayo considered the pair for a moment before replying "Of course, señor Doctor and señorita Silver. This way."

She led them into a study, and went to Twilly's office. "Señora Miller? There are guests in the west room. A Doctor Smith, and one of us, señora, named Silver."

Twilly put down the intelligence report and looked up "I don't recognise either of those names. How curious. Please fetch tea, and I will be down in a moment."
After Rayo departed, Twilly picked up the phone "Please have Ai and Ami join me outside the west room in five minutes."

In the west room, Silver perched on the arm of the chair that Doctor Smith was sitting in "Are you sure about this, Joseph?" she asked.
"Yes, Silver, for the umpteenth time, yes, I am sure."
"I sensed many weapon systems in the area."
"We expected that. Your sister, at least, is here."
"All the same, I don't know that I can keep you safe."
"They are being polite so far. What about the one that answered the door."
"She had no weapons. I think she was completely biological."
"See? Quite polite."
"There are three of them outside. One has extensive weaponry" Silver's eyes widened as she spoke, and her tail started to lash.
"Easy now - they are probably just taking some precautions."

The door opened, and the Siamese-coloured butler catgirl entered "Lady Twillychiss Miller and señorita Ami" she announced . Rayo left the door open for a moment, then wheeled in a tea trolley. She stood by it, closing the door.

#Catgirls #SFF #SF #SciFi #microfic #microfic #tootfic #IAmWriting

@ami_angelwings your namesake is back on screen :)

The moment you are #writing your short story, you go to use a #conlang word, realize that the word is not what you meant, and now you have to go through all your stories and retcon its usage so the story you're working on now doesn't cause a continuity error. I love large universes. lol #writingcommunity #indieauthor #iamwriting

The power of being an author with memory issues - I just finished a chapter of the Urban Fantasy book after already "finishing" it yesterday. I had forgotten a massive bit from the end, and had to add it before starting the next chapter.

Now we will finally make it to Atlantis 2.0.
It has taken these guys like a decade of my time to make it there. :P

#IAmWriting #UrbanFantasy #Atlantis #Adventure #Fantasy #Bookstodon #BookFedi #IndieAuthor #DisabledAuthor #WIP

Alright, I took a plunge back to the Urban Fantasy book I have been writing on and off for ages now, and finished another chapter. (: There is only 5 left before I can get to the editing! :D

I did need to backtrack a bit since I had forgotten something in the last chapter and needed to add a bit to make things work as planned but...it was fun. (:

#IAmWriting #Bookstodon #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy

Six hundred years ago. Mother of All, Ironworker Clan lands.

The oldest of the histories talked of sky gods who could command up and down as easily as one could lift a hand. They flew in arrows of steel across the stars, and had brought people to this world.

Why? The histories did not say. Nor from where.

But today, steel arrows came from the sky. Within were not gods, but devils. More accurately, men, but they had the souls of devils.

They had ransacked the storehouses, taking food and pig iron. They had also raided families, taking the very youngest children with them.

There had been one attempt to stop them, but that had been met with a beam of fire from one of the arrows. Three houses were simply gone, nothing but a glowing pit remained.

Then the devils had returned to their arrows, and taken back to the skies. From there, they sent pillars of smoke that destroyed tracks and roads, cutting their valley off from aid.

And they were gone. Leaving loss and destruction behind them.

The speakers sent for help and warning to the other clans. And help would arrive quickly. They would need to excavate and hide shelters so that none would be stolen again. They would need food to get through the winter. And burnstone to restart the forges.

The speakers shared what they had learned from the minds of the raiders. They knew that their numbers were few. Which was why they stole children. There were too few of them for them to make families safely.

But strangest of all was the devils' language. A curious chaotic mess of a language. One that had no resemblance to the tongue of the people of the Mother of All.

The speakers would need to study it so that the devils could be understood.

But there was one thing that was understood: The devils would be back. And soon. But not to the Ironworkers Clan. Somewhere else.

So for now, preparation. Planning. And mourning those lost in fire, and those lost to the sky. For when those children returned - or more likely the children of those children, they would come as devils.

There was one final tragedy for the Ironworker Clan - least two of the taken were potentially speakers.

#SF #SFF #SciFi #SpaceOpera #microfiction #microfic #tootfic #ShamanSpace #IAmWriting

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Project Bible Useful for Keepi...

I made a little cover teaser post to my kofi supporters - this time about my writing endevours. (It is a sketch I made for the short story that I had previously published with an old pen name, delisted, and forgotten about)

If you want to see these updates, all you need to do is to drop me a ko-fi, and for now the blog posts will be visible for you too. <3

https://ko-fi.com/post/Cover-Teaser-for-a-short-story-X0H123B11F

#blogpost #IAmWriting #IAmEditing #Bookstodon #ShortStory #Fantasy #Witches #Yule

The feeling when you find an old short story you had published in some point, pulled from sale because you swapped pen names, and forgot to put it back up.

Anyway, I gave it some light edits, and now it needs a new cover. (: It's just little something. A lighthearted short story in one of the far too many fantasy worlds I have created....

#IAmWriting #IAmEditing #eBook #ShortStory #Fantasy

Walter Justin Deanmoore looked at his hotel room. His belongings appeared to be all present, but what was not present was his suitcase.

Again.

Over the last ten years of near constant travel he had been through eight suitcases, seven travel packs, five trunks, and three duffel bags. All had vanished the day before he was due to check out. All had later surfaced in cities he had never visited and had absolutely watertight alibis for.

Which was a very good thing, because each time they had a body in them. A dead body. Sometimes the murderer had been caught, sometimes not.

Walter reached for the phone "Hello? I'd like to speak to the day manager." He waited for a few moments "Good afternoon, it is Deanmoore in 418. Has anyone left the hotel today with a green suitcase with black leather straps?"
He paused.
"Yes, it is an odd question. My suitcase is missing. My belongings are not, however. Just the suitcase."
Another pause.
"Seven? All at once? I see. I suggest you prepare your records for the police. No it is deadly serious."

He hung up and dialed again. "Hello? Yes, I'd like to report that there has almost certainly been a murder in or near the Green Field Hotel."
"No I don't know who or why. It is because my suitcase is missing."
He held the receiver away from his ear for a good minute.
"If you are quite finished, you could call the Marseille police, the New York police, or even Scotland Yard. Ask them about the Deanmoore Suitcases."
He took a breath.
"Yes, I am Walter Deanmoore. Yes. Seven people checked out earlier today with suitcases identical to mine. Right. Good. Thank-you."

Walter sat back. He was not getting his suitcase back, he was sure of that. But at least the killer - or killers - might not get so far this time.

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the timix timer is addictive! i keep coming back to it over and over again. it's just perfect for tinkering with all these shortcuts and automations. today i mainly use it for my meditation practice but it's so much more powerful than that! here‘s a summary of how i use the app

http://cogmodo.com/advancedtimerswithtimix

cc @aigarden

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