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:blobcatpeek: hi there

Have I mentioned that my librarians-and-necromancy fantasy is out now? Spooky-sweet and full of warmth and weirdness.

If you want, you can read the first three chapters for free here:

:blobcatpeek: ok thanks bye

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New time!

I'm a writer, a , and a moon in training.

I post a lot of and for free --

Almost all of it is hopeful. I like to see beauty in ugly or shunned things.

I toot awkward true stories in storytimes.

I love

I read A LOT of .

I'm the eldest of seven siblings.

I make audio vlogs and audio drama podcasts

I'm very awkward but do say hello!

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'It's just a pigeon,' said the girl. 'Let it die.'

The boy lifted it with gentle hands. It was too weak to struggle. He could feel its heartbeat against his fingertips. 'It just needs help, that's all.'

He nursed it day and night. Warmed it by a lamp, cleaned its wounds. Fed it from his hand. Every day it grew stronger. And larger.

After a week, it was the size of a cat. A month, a dog. It gazed at him with adoring eyes. And one day, it would carry him into the sky.

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She brought him the usual gifts at first. A mouse, a bird. A ribbon for him to play with.

She would run up with her gift in her mouth and prrt cheerfully around it. And he would pat her head and tell her she was a good and clever cat.

Then it was a coin with strange markings. A pendant, warm to the touch. A piece of lightning-struck wood.

He never knew of the shadowy figures that followed him, but neither did he have to fear them.

She was a good and clever cat.

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She saw on TV that ghosts made things cold, and she'd always had chilly feet at night.

So she found a stone with a hole through the middle and she waited under the covers until the chill made her toes curl.

Gently, she sat up, closing one eye and holding the stone up to the other.

Shimmering and thin as a beam of moonlight, the cat stretched and resettled on her feet.

She smiled and went back to bed, careful not to kick.

She'd always wanted a cat.

*bouncing* Watching the finale of She-Ra tonight with friends! :blobcheer:

Today on -


A story about why you shouldn't (or maybe should) be an internet troll.


; it's

(Content warnings for kidnapping, internet trollism, and the story cutting off just as it gets to the good point ;-)

... Just realised my never got it's 21 day streak badge even though it lists my writing streak (correctly!) as 30 days and I'm πŸ˜’

This microfiction brought to you by this week's poll! Thanks to all who voted. The prompt was from @tuturto

If you enjoyed it, please consider supporting my work on or . Or even buying my book if you're so inclined!
Links in my profile.


She got her first full night's sleep in weeks.

Then the next held 'good luck' coins. She gave them to a beggar, who hugged her on the street the next day, their fortunes turned.

For all it was magic, it wasn't sinister. Nobody came to collect, nothing had to be signed away.

And on each envelope was a return address.

She started to write back, sending trinkets and doodles and small gifts in thanks.

And thus the letters also brought her a dear friend.

It was as simple as clicking a few boxes on their site.

'Internet's Mail-Order Magic Letters: Bring some magic into your life!'

They didn't ask for an address, or payment details. It seemed harmless enough.

Then came the letters.

The first opened in a spray of glitter that dissipated into the air. 'CONFIDENCE!' it read. She negotiated a promotion that day.

The next unfolded itself in her hands, and crooned bedtime stories from a small illustrated mouth.

I have set up a situation where I am getting meowed at by patrons, and I'm sure this is not how is supposed to be used but I'm pretty happy with it tbh.

More meows please.


Friend wants to meet in town at my favourite cafΓ©.

Yay, that sounds great!

Wait ... this morning?

You're already on your way?


Good morning :tootplanet: and tootfriends!

Today I wish you acknowledgement of the things you do well. ✨

😻 The Magical Cat Familiar giveaway is now live for patrons! ✨

Entries open until 15th January 2020.

The old dog gazed about; barely able to see. So she sniffed at her favorite, if faded, scent. Her small human was away at a place called kol-edge.

Not so small anymore, she reminded herself. Not-so-small-human could even pick her up now.

"I want to keep protecting my not-so-small human," she mused tiredly.

"Even if you must shed your fur," asked a clear black-robed figure.

"Yes," the dog didn't hesitate.

And then she was bounding.

#TootFic #MicroFiction #Writing #TerylsTales #UrbanFantasy

Started writing out cat familiars for a patron-only giveaway in January. Pretty fun so far!

This is what happens when my local cafΓ© starts selling cat postcards. XD

Looks like we've got tomorrow's microfiction sorted!

Thanks to everyone who voted. I'm looking forward to writing it. ^_^

He was so close I had to take the photo with my nose

This has been my lockscreen for 2 years.

Hmm. My website went down for a few hours but it's up now, if anyone was wondering why my links weren't working.

Sorry all!

Finished up a worldbuilding post for patrons! This time on the etymology of the word 'sarakat' in my Tombtown books.

Messy worldbuilding from a messy author. πŸ˜…

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