Selected Tales of Strange Short Fiction: Gods, Ogres & Other Creatures.
These are my most recent stories - please read and enjoy!
Wash With Like Colours
A laundromat owner watches the downfall of a once confident man whose social skills he used to envy.
This story is the product of another Gamers With Jobs writer's throw down. We had to begin with the line "S/He had something I'd always coveted" and the initial setting had to be a laundromat. Bonus words were: Dwarf, peanut butter, contretemps, embrocation, and zeitgeist. I didn't manage to find space for dwarves or peanut butter. More's the pity.
Thor, Prince of Asgard, has a hard day of lessons regarding princely behaviour and expectations.
This story is the result of another Gamers With Jobs challenge. We were asked to choose from a list of rather odd black and white photos. I chose the photo of a young boy being tucked in by a pet crow. Links to the image are at the end of the story.
An interview with the god Morpheus, Shaper of Dreams, and CEO of Oneiros Inc., on the past, present, and future of dreaming.
This story came about after viewing a photo on the blog, "Your Monkey Called". The post is entitled, "Nightmare tomato from our nightmare garden" and was published on September 8, 2012.
I had to look up how to write one of these “About” pages properly by reading other writer’s “About” pages, and the key to those seemed to be this: have other people write them for you and talk about you in the third person.
But, since there is no one to write about me except me, and writing about myself in the third person is just too weird, I’m going to wing it.
I’m Renee McTavish, and I am really, really happy you’ve stumbled onto my little part of Internet!Read More
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