I wrote a bunch of fiction. Here are some or all of them that I could find.

• But She Didn't Believe Me
  • This was a silly series I wrote as an exercise in making up a tall tale, to a cow-orker whose bags I took out to her car near the end of our shift, concocting it mostly between leaving the building and returning only perhaps 30ft distance one way, thru 2 doors one way. I tried to tell her the tall tale upon return, but she didn't believe me when I told them to her.

• Lovan Oakenfold
  • This is my biggest, broadest, most-revised, ever-present-in-mind fictional world about a dwarf who experiences the passage of one age into the next, on his island continent. This island is surrounded by impassable storms on seas out in every direction, and its suns do not set. There is a formerly-oppressed mage class gradually gaining its public trust, into which inseparable brother-sister duo Lotte and Vanguard Oakenfold are born. Their adopted parents, Sarvin and Katna, dwarves of natural combination, are keeping a secret from everyone about the pair, and keeping another secret, still, from the pair. A mage linguist gradually deciphers the secret bout the pair from old texts found in Sarvin's vast collection of bound works, but need not reveal it to the duo because the identity of the bridgebuilder is revealed unexpectedly, to be a different person than believed.

• Frustrics
  • This is an invented style of fiction of mine, designed to enrage. The fiction is not design to anger the reader in opposition to the writer, such as what a troll might write, but rather to enrage the reader against a character. It can be an alternative to getting angry at the news or some real person, to practice methods of venting that are healthy and don't involve exacting revenge against a tangible personage. Perhaps it is the opposite of a romance novel; it simulates a very frustrating situation rather than an ideal like romance might.