You walk past yet another missing-person flyer. The new restaurant has a deal on their “special steak.” It’s unlike anything you’ve ever tasted.
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Week 3: this week was special. I’ve decided to tackle magical realism and specifically the sub-1,000-word flash format. Each word had a purpose. The end result is a 996-word tale of Shintoism, and small gods, and belief as an act of self-care – not as a way to show off.
Week 3.1. “Rights, Wrongs, Lefts” – a 100-word drabble written on a very long walk through Tokyo’s chilly streets. That one wasn’t even part of the plan – it just happened, eh. And then, ironically, it became my first 2026 to be published. Life can be funny like that.
Week 4: got a bit carried away! I once had a particularly terrible boss when I was a warehouse grunt. Those memories have stayed with me, even over a decade later. I finally felt confident enough to turn them into a story, but it kept growing and growing…
Anyway, now I have a 8,592-word hard sci-fi novelette and a new mini-quest: trying to find a market that would buy something this long. My previous longest story was 5,300 words long.
Good times. Good times…
Week 5: decided to finally write down a pretty dark story (inspired by true events!) that’d been bouncing in my braincicle for quite a while. The end result is a 2,580-word sci-fi noir story. Quite an underappreciated subgenre, that. In a way, it’s a complete opposite of solarpunk. You know, you absolutely know that there won’t be a happy ending… And in my opinion, that adds a certain beautiful element of fatalism.
With luck, I’ll finally be able to break into The Dark or The Deadlands with this tale!
*sells four short stories in one day*
“Well done, universe, old chap. I’m glad we’re finally seeing eye to eye on this. Splendid!”
*gets 10 rejections in a row*
“Alexa, how do I join a monastery?”
*wakes up to find two new story sales*
“Oh, universe, you jolly rascal. You really had me going there, old friend.”
Ikea. Food court. Coffee machine. The old lady’s latte is done, but the last few drops keep dripping into her cup.
Drip.
She stands, staring, waiting. So do we all.
Drip, drip, drip.
She’ll never move. Her vigil is eternal. We shall stay here forevermore, shoppers no longer.
Watchmen.
Vigilants.
Drip…
I have a new story out today in Black Cat Weekly #230 – huzzah!
“To Rue, To Revel, To Revert” is… dark. Not going to sugarcoat it. In a world of holograms and brain chips, true justice means rewriting the soul. Any tyrant’s talents can be repurposed to serve our society, but not the way you’d imagine…
This story is about who you think it is, yes, but also every other tyrant like him. I hope you enjoy it.
I’ve just found out that I’m on the BSFA longlist!
My essay “When People Giggle at Your Name, Or the 2025 Hugo Awards Incident” is in the Best Short Nonfiction category.
For those of you not in the know, BSFA stands for the British Science Fiction Association. BSFA members will have until February 19th to vote, and the next round will be the finalists.
.I just did some quick math, and my category has 28 nominees, which include Chuck Wendig (!) and Cory Doctorow (!!). I have no expectations that I’ll make it onto the shortlist, but it’s a tremendous honour to have made it on the longlist at all.
Upward and onward, y’all. Upward and onward.
2026 has been good to me thus far. I’m very very proud to announce a new published sci-fi short story. “To Dream of Better Worlds” poses a simple question: what if prophetic dreams are more than just dreams?
This story was a great way for me to combine some of my passions: sci-fi, strange history, and things that are undeniable but (thus far) unexplainable. For the record, every quote in that story was genuine – there was no misleading editing, eh.
I hope you enjoy the story! And afterwards, please feel free to check out the rest of the stories at Horrific Scribblings.
Here you go: https://horrificscribblings.com/to-dream-of-better-worlds/
My newest published story (the first of many this year!) is in the winter 2026 issue of The Colored Lens.
It’s part of my growing opus of time travel-related works (all of which are interlinked), and I had lots of fun adding my own spin to some of those old tropes.
This story is about the ethics of changing – or not changing – the timeline on a grand scale. It’s about the secret origin of Valkyries. It’s about cold calculations compiled into a cruel-seeming codex. It’s about the third and final chances…
The opening line: “When you’re a time traveler, every hour is a happy hour.”
Enjoy, eh.
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