Short Stories

I have so many of these, you guys. I plan to compile them into zines (maybe I'll have a page for that one day). In the meantime, I'm just throwing my art out there and seeing what sticks. Someday I hope to be published, digitally or physically.

Angels and lesbians are to me what Mars was for Ray Bradbury. Although I DO have a long wip about angels and lesbians on Mars. This metaphor might not be great.

Binding, entwining
	"She winced as countless green lives were crushed beneath her clumsy feet, but no divine lightning came down to smite her. That had never happened before, but then, to Lydia's knowledge, no one had ever stepped on God before." This one features a person wearing a lot of raincoats. Like, SO many raincoats.

Binding, entwining

Yellow raincoat standing in a pool of algae

"She winced as countless green lives were crushed beneath her clumsy feet, but no divine lightning came down to smite her. That had never happened before, but then, to Lydia's knowledge, no one had ever stepped on God before."

This one features a person wearing a lot of raincoats. Like, SO many raincoats.

>>ouija
"The screen's cheerily bleak, clip-art-plastered announcements were gone, replaced with a single message sliding towards them: 'GET OUT OF MY BUILDING.' Altur flinched, but, threatening though they were, they were still just words on a screen, completely harmless. After a few seconds, the message scrolled past, and was replaced with a reminder that this was a vape-free facility." Digital ghostbusting. I have more ideas for this universe, but this is a standalone story for now.

>>ouija

"The screen's cheerily bleak, clip-art-plastered announcements were gone, replaced with a single message sliding towards them: 'GET OUT OF MY BUILDING.' Altur flinched, but, threatening though they were, they were still just words on a screen, completely harmless. After a few seconds, the message scrolled past, and was replaced with a reminder that this was a vape-free facility."

Digital ghostbusting. I have more ideas for this universe, but this is a standalone story for now.

Project Synergy Application Form
	"If you have any questions or concerns, let them fester. Feel them sprout and chew on the underside of your skull. Collect the residue in the self-addressed plastic tube. We’ll get back to you as soon as possible." Who doesn't hate filling out these fucking forms?

Project Synergy Application Form

"If you have any questions or concerns, let them fester. Feel them sprout and chew on the underside of your skull. Collect the residue in the self-addressed plastic tube. We’ll get back to you as soon as possible."

Who doesn't hate filling out these fucking forms?

The Proper Growing Conditions of Onions
"Wooooah, isn't this romantic?" Mendel said, half-sarcastically, and half-something-she-didn't-want-to-think-about. "If you find arson romantic," Samson deadpanned. "Oh you know I do." To grow onions good you gotta be gay and trans. That's it, that's the moral.

The Proper Growing Conditions of Onions

"Wooooah, isn't this romantic?" Mendel said, half-sarcastically, and half-something-she-didn't-want-to-think-about.
"If you find arson romantic," Samson deadpanned.
"Oh you know I do."

To grow onions good you gotta be gay and trans. That's it, that's the moral.

Onion growing with dandelions and pink clover

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