Shorts
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I write a lot, though most of it is scattered snippets I'll only ever share in confidentiality. Here's a handful of stories I feel were polished and cohesive enough to release into the world.
Rabbithole
After discovering an article about an ancient, anomalously deep pit nestled far off in the Appalachian mountains, an unnamed investigator finds themselves descending a chasm of their own as they scramble to uncover any information they can about the landmark.
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I wrote this in the summer of '25 in an attempt to capture the essence of a previous favorite of mine,
A Short Story About Burgers. It's about a lot of things, and I have more thoughts about it in the foreword and postword, but the premise I built
Rabbithole around was exploring the dynamic of people happening to things, rather than the other way around. Folks seemed to really enjoy this one.
A Short Story About Burgers
It is a day like any other. A secretary at an investment firm is shot to death when she asks for a "Daddy Burger". It is a day like any other. A secretary at an investment firm is killed by a semi truck while driving to a Mcdonald's. It is a day like any other. A secretary at an investment firm decides to drive her car through the wall of a restaurant. It is a day like any other. A secretary at an investment firm thinks she might be falling in love with the cashier who keeps shooting her to death. It is a day like any other. It is a day like any other. It is a day like any other.
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I wrote this in the winter of '23 after a nightmarish, 3-hour long
Garry's mod session with my friends where we did nothing but mcdonald's cashier roleplay and lose our collective sanities. The weekend after, I got deleriously feverish, and I woke up with the rough draft for this story sitting in my drive on Monday. I felt it was finally polished enough for release in the summer of '24.
Pipebomb Andy and the Ithaca Case
Emma is a professional Fujoshi, internationally wanted war criminal, and hard-boiled detective hot on the toughest case of her life when she finds herself receiving a gift from renowned Silly Little Guy and terrorist Pipe Bomb Andy, kicking off a series of events that threatens the very foundation of New York's 17th most populous city. In this extremely serious and harrowing tale, Emma must face off against Sewer Goblins, a Roman Legion, and a cadre of Leather Daddies, as she tries her hardest not to get distracted by sidequests while on the job.
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Pipebomb Andy and the Ithaca Job is a story I wrote based off a semi-returning SS13 character of mine, Pipe Bomb Andy, to the point where a lot of things that happen to him are transcriptions from ingame. He really was robbed by a floor goblin, almost beaten to death with a trapped backpack, and sued, only to win in court. This is also the second (of the released) stories that I tried to pull elements from
A Short Story About Burgers while writing. I'm sure you can tell which ones those are.
Aperture
Aboard a remote research station, a terminally ill woman finds herself preyed upon- perhaps literally- by a coworker. One afternoon, she discovered a cloth effigy sitting atop her bed whispering of salvation in exchange for bloodshed.
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I wrote this in the fall/winter of '24 and rewrote it for an assignment. It's based loosely off another game I play, Space Station 13, and answers an irk of mine-- "why doesn't anyone just use a weapon to kill the weird creepy villian?" I'm not super content with how it turned out execution-wise, but I don't think either myself or the story are in a place where fixing it is super feasible. It includes an annotated version and character/setting notes, bumping it up to a pretty high pagecount.
Fuckin' Bugs
A millitiawoman named Marcy earns her keep on a colonial planet by culling the population of a pest species known only as "bugs". On one such day, the hive she's sent to clean up is far larger than most.
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I wrote this in the fall of '23, partially for fun and partially as an assignment for a creative writing class. It's one of the first mid-length, complete stories I've written, and shares a setting with several much longer, fragmentary stories I've written for fun.
Super Duper Spooky Draft Zone
All the stories in this section aren't finished, but are nonetheless ones that I full and well intend to complete.
Heads up!
An evil scorceress finds herself repeatedly accosted by an annoying twink of a jester.
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An answer to the age-old question that everyone's
always asking: what if your archetypical evil fantasy villainess was tormented by a slightly faggy, highly fuckable clown?
This was my first serious attempt at a foray into fantasy, and one of the first silly from the get-go stories. I fully intend on finishing this one, but The Semester has other plans for me, so it's in a semimature draft state at the moment.
Arctic
The polished first half of an (almost novel length) sci-fi story covering three timelines of a group of survivors, a team of mercenaries, and a cell of government agents scrambling in the aftermath of a disaster at a bioresearch facility.
The Thing meets
Half Life 1 .
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This is the longest coherent story I've written in a comprehensively established setting that I've had for a while. It's also the world that
Fuckin' Bugs and
Vignettes (below) are set in, though each are intended to be self-contained stories. I do a
LOT of writing in this setting, but most of it is for my own enjoyment alone, so things rarely leave the "loosely associated of scenes that I really like" phase of storyboarding. This story is quite polished, and I've got an ending planned, but I stopped after I felt like the plot was losing momentum.
Vignettes
A trio of short stories, set in a strip club, hive town, and house on a prairie, connected by the common theme of girls' perspectives.
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A lot of my work for Strays setting takes the course of very long, mostly unfinished plotstrings, so I figured I'd force myself to do the opposite. The first two are finished and polished, but I was struggling with how little or how much I wanted to put between the beginning and the ending of the third one, so I left it in a bit of a limbo.