Short story: The Voice of Mathey Trewella

Her wife, Lowenna, thought that men were as fragile as seagrass and nowhere near as useful, dashing their ships into the treacherous rocks at the mere glimpse of a nipple…

I’m trying out something new: writing fiction. At the moment, I’m a little shy, so only sharing with a limited audience. Also, I appreciate a wee bit of material support. So. Read my love letter to lesbian mermaids, Cornish legends, Prince Eric being The Second Worst Disney Prince, and the acoustics of old churches over on Patreon now.

You can become a patron for as little as $1USD a month, and frankly, I appreciate the small donations just as much as the large. I have a few other ones on the go, pretty much all of them post-apocalyptic in some regard, and they’ll all be available to patrons, too, when I think they’re readable.

Cheers, and enjoy xoxoxo

2 thoughts on “Short story: The Voice of Mathey Trewella”

  1. Good luck. At 40 I tried my hand at writing fiction for the first time since my school encouraged me to think I couldn’t write. I had a universally positive response.

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