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How do you write what people actually want to read? View all responses Flat as a prepubescent boy, is what my mom said. Actually what she said is “flat as Daniel”, but it meant the same thing. I could palm the entirety of my stupid teeny titty in one hand, dwarfed by a puffy pink…
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This is the intermission from season 1 of Dogstar. If you like the X Files, Twin Peaks, werewolves, and taking a fetish concept entirely too seriously, you might want to– In 1936, Dr. Richard Ilizoff inherited a problem. Dr. Ilizoff worked as the primary chemist for the Erdham Institute for the Deranged, a sprawling palatial…
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“How well do you know your representatives?” A series of people in tailored three piece suits flash across the screen, all the same formal pose, until the sequence settles on the portrait of the current president with the same rhythm as a slowing roulette wheel. “Know the presidential candidates like never before.” His portrait fades…
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Hemidactylum verdigris was first identified as an isolated hibernating colony uprooted by early spring construction in the northern Appalachian mountains. The bright blue bellies and tails of the salamanders prompted the workers to assume they had hit a shallow copper vein until the copper began to drop tails and sluggishly scatter around the scoop of…
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![[WIP] Prologue: The Wolf of Eidan](https://icarusblake.com/wp-content/uploads/2026/04/image.png?w=900)
Please enjoy this sneak peak of my current project. 14 Ignatan, 831 Saint The bells chimed midnight in Eidan, the city a shadow against the blackness of the new moon. The wolf waited beside the wastewater outlet, a dirty reddish torrent tumbling into the bay below. Gradually the water slowed to a stream, then a…
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The horns sounded on the track, and on the back stretch Aggie pulled the syringe out of Sunny Red’s vein. He capped the needle and leaned against the stall to watch the bay filly in the tense seconds as the cocktail took hold. Sunny’s haunches twitched, her jaw fell open and long strings of drool…
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Sometimes a work of art is done just because you want to move onto other things. So happy birthday to my husband, and congrats to me, on dropping my first novel so I can move on to other projects slightly more in my genre. My debut book? Gay erotica. Someone dies. Herbalism’s involved. So is…
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Experimentation into the function of dreaming coalesce into one major theory: dreams are the subconscious mind’s own personal method of problem solving. Most dreams are nonsense, unremembered consequences of a sound command to “sleep on it” and awaken with fresh eyes and no knowledge of how you got there. But, if you’re like me, you…
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I see them in the morning, when I squint against the sun streaming in through curtainless windows. Spots of light at the corner of my vision, fireflies flashing their morse code into the ether. I blink and they’re gone, the shine of the morning dims mundane. Coffee massages away the last dregs of the headache…
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It is 0730 and I have prions on my mind again. Have I posted about this particular interest before? Probably, somewhere, I’m not going to dig it up. On this morning, I’ve got prions on my mind as a curse. Consider this: You and your flock of sheep take up residence in a lovely little…
