A little more damnation…

I have two more short fics up at Pen of the Damned!

Ashes“: because sometimes summoning goes wrong. *evil smile* I’ve had a couple of requests to expand this story, so that may happen. It actually began life as a (significantly different) introductory scene for a Lovecraftian roleplay by email that didn’t quite pan out, but the imagery stuck.

Whispers” is part of Damned Words 30, and happened because cornfields are creepy and I’ll forever associate them with people doing horrible things. I blame Thomas Tyron’s Harvest Home. (I’ve had a request to write a longer version of this too; we’ll see how that goes.)

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