Is my appearance why the patients gawk, Dr. Mizto asked, motioning to their torso. Yeah, probably, I said, but it’s not your middle that’s the issue
Tag Archives: fantasy
Borderline Bapple Bong
So there was a turf war. And it’d been six weeks, not just a couple—yes, the skyscrapers stood for that long. And no one called anything “rioting” anymore. And the questionnaire was about
Box Boy, Boil Boy
I left the realm of snow and ice the second time, returned to the forest around Brisbane and followed Dr. Mizto by the odor of brimstone
Oof (the book struggles)
This fancy book is available October 2nd (next Wednesday…that’s less than a week away, eeka yikes it’s happening). At least, it’s available in ebook. I was also hoping to have a print version available
Boulders and Bars
Never trust an old man who wants to buy you a drink; that’s what your Dada always said when we went out for the night and you were like–yeah Dad
Bruises and Balms
Never trust a gift from a demon, even an old teacher, cuz they’ll do silly things like that, not realizing your head can’t hold up a demon’s weight crawling into space.
Ruin it all
Dr. Mizto came one day. The army tried fighting them and wound up wounded by their poison tongue and weight, but some doctors
Saviors
The army got its start as a branch of the police; they trained for years just to parade through
17- have it all
On Monday, my servants bring me platters of fruit. On Tuesday, they pour me rich rose baths. On Wednesday, I give a speech from the rooftops and bestow
Restore/Reorder
I’ve figured me out: I do something stupid or nasty then I feel bad. Then I punish myself. Like, I exiled you. Now I write letters to you
Jordyn Saelor 