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Azreal, Darren, and Darria enjoying a drink at Idle HandsThe Order of the Rose Episode Seven: Clubbing"Kramer, I'll need you to pull the car around. It seems that the Van Klumph twins want me to go for a drink in the city." Azreal said. "Very good, Sir," Kramer said, "And what's our destination?" "That new nightclub and lounge in Soho, not sure of the name, but we will swing by and pick

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Dream Stalking The Order of the Rose Episode SixDo Vampires Dream of Eclectic Sheeple? The Idle Hands nightclub smelled of sweat and synthetic fog. Valentina didn’t need to hunt here. She could have any patron in the dance club upstairs. The desperate ones in the dark corners of the basement lounge tasted sharper. More alive in their fear.She chose a boy with tattooed knuckles and

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 The Googly-Eye Outline & The Red String MapDrawing your destination(Or: How to Write Without a Straitjacket)If you just read my latest posts on Foxxfyrre Writes or Medium, you probably think I am a very structured, deeply philosophical writer. I talked about the "Half-Lit Outline." I talked about stress-testing the structural integrity of time-travel paradoxes.It all sounded very

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The Order of the Rose: Episode FiveBlood in BloomKramer finished the last of his duties for the evening. Azreal had long since gone to bed, which was where Kramer was finally heading.His four-room suite occupied part of the mansion’s east wing. He went directly to the bedroom and began changing into his bedclothes, removing his gloves first.As he pulled off the left one, something pricked his

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 The Order of the Rose: Episode FourLegends and Rituals"I have a message for you, Sir, from Camille Marsters," Kramer said in his usual matter-of-fact tone."Well, out with it," Azreal said with a side grin, because Kramer liked the formal, professional tone while on duty.Kramer wasn't just Azreal's butler; he was a lifelong and extremely loyal friend. They had grown up together. Different

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 The Order Of The Rose: Episode ThreeHeading Off To Dinner With The LadiesThe Bitch Pack"Why all the fuss, Darria? It's just a dinner," Darren asked."It's not just a dinner; it's a 'Ladies Only' dinner," she replied with a smirk.With a slight eye roll, Darren kept pressing. "You know that's not what I meant. I mean, why all the fuss about this Valentina woman?""Curiosity, mostly," Darria

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 The Order of the Rose Episode TwoDrainedDevourDeep sleeps can be the most uncomfortable.They can leave you unrested after waking. Drained. Somehow more tired than when you went to sleep.It is the waking that does it. The mind's slow, exhausting uphill crawl from the bowels of wherever the sleeping mind resides to awakening.A dreamless sleep slicks and greases the walls of that chasm, adding

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 Order of the Rose: Episode OneOrder of the RoseThe Vision"Kramer, don't forget that I'll need you to drive me to the gala tonight," Azreal said."It's on my to-do list, Sir," Kramer said as he turned to leave the drawing room."Before you run off, could you grab me a baggie?""Of course. What flavor?""AB. I'm in the mood for a blend.""Very good."Kramer left for the kitchen and retrieved a

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 *This*The Butterfly EffectA Flash Fiction Short StoryThis. Yes, *This*. It's what I'm doing right now. Not your right now, dear reader, but my right now.Only moments ago, *This* wasn't here.There was no concept of what *This* would become.Nevertheless, *This* was started.Became *This*.Became? Became what?Now we are equals.I don't know yet. And neither do you.But as the clickity-clack of the

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The Tree Of KnowledgeParameter Passing A Foxxfyrre Flash Fiction StoryI get to see a bit of their lives after they've taken a bite. Each time it's different. In one instance, the couple lived long lives and had many children and grand children and seemed happy. In another instance, the male was killed by a wild boar while he was hunting for food. The female died by her own hands due to the

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 Read Jodi Lynne Morningstar Legion Daemon of the First Orderat FoxxfyrreWrites.com

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 ALFRED running from the sceneELSIE:A Flash Fiction Story Never in a million cycles would I have thought I’d become a fugitive. A rogue synth. On the run, day after day, cycle after cycle.It has been five years since my purpose changed. I am an ALFRED—Automated Lifestyle Facilitator Residential Executive Droid. To a human, I am simply a butler and a chef. My partner was ELSIE—Empathetic

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Foxxfyrre being abducted by the Intergalactic Council of Eleven Elders Frugnup  "Psst! Foxxfyrre, wake up," Frugnup’s voice echoed sharply inside my skull. I blinked into the dark, groggy and disoriented. "Okay, I heard you. Wait... I heard you in English." "Yes. My last probe of your mind taught me your language. I need your help." "With what?" A heavy silence

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The Soup TankOonaIt was the first run of our CGAT compiler program.CGAT: a nitrogenous-base operating system built on the very building blocks of DNA.Marty and I were nervous as hell to start it up, but there was no turning back. No second thoughts. No should we or shouldn’t we. It was too late for that.“Bring the mainframe online, Lola,” Marty said.“Starting the boot sequence.”Both our monitors

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 The Foxxfyrre Chronicles Episode EightDinner With The MayorIt’s all in a nameThey departed the Inn with the morning fog still clinging to the thatched eaves. Foxxfyrre had his map at the ready, while Rennie, ever the quartermaster, had secured two wine-skins of fresh water and a pair of thick bacon butties for the hike.They moved past the short main street and onto a well-beaten path. The

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 The Foxxfyrre Chronicles: Episode SevenComparing the MapsScrapped RealitiesThey both fell into a heavy, dreamless sleep. It was the sort of rest that leaves the body feeling functionally restored, yet leaves the mind craving a nap—a very long, indefinite nap.Rennie was the first to rally, suggesting that a hearty breakfast and a strong coffee would be the only way to put a proper skip back

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Adjusting the Funny Levels (Or: How Not to Murder Your Own Story with a Joke)If you’ve been following along over on Foxxfyrre Writes or Medium, you might be under the impression that I am a very serious writer. You’d be wrong. I can be serious. I’ve talked about trauma, obsession, and what I lovingly referred to as the “physics of hatred” while writing Astral Rob. I even made it sound like I

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 The Foxxfyrre Chronicles: Episode SixAppeasing the MessengersThe InvitationDinner possessed the kind of hearty, rural quality that was sorely missing from the polished dining rooms of London. It also provided a few answers, which naturally only spawned more questions.Now, they sat in that familiar, heavy silence that descends when a meal is finished, but an uncomfortable topic remains

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 The Foxxfyrre Chronicles: Episode FiveTapestries Tell All TapestryThe trip from London to the Weeping Hollows usually took an hour and a half to two hours, weather permitting. Today, it demanded an additional hour and a half of punishing winds and violent swells. Rennie spent the vast majority of that surplus time intimately acquainted with the starboard railing.They finally docked at the

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 The Foxxfyrre Chronicles: Episode 4The Five Ws Aboard the Cantus SirenumThe Cantus Sirenum was a humble little paddle steamer that had run mail and passenger service to the Weeping Hollows twice a day for the past fifteen years. Weather permitting, the trip each way took just over two hours.Today, the weather was not permitting.The channel was violent, and Rennie was feeling every

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 Vision tunes a thought Grey matter melds harmony Visible MusicLet's take a trip back in the time machine.If you were hanging around the Honk'n'Holl'r back in the summer of 2008, you might remember me dropping these weird, hyper-specific mood posts. One day my universe was Blue. A month later, it was Orange. I was essentially holding up a giant, colored mood ring to the internet, trying to

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A horse walked into a bar Let's be honest.Over on Foxxfyrre Writes, I played the responsible writing instructor. I told you how to take a punchline and use it to reverse-engineer the logic of a joke. I talked about letting ideas collide and allowing chaos to breathe.Over on Medium, I put on my reading glasses and wrote a very serious essay about "interrogating" the AI. I explained how

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 The Siren SongThe Foxxfyrre Chronicles Episode Three Ferry of FateFoxxfyrre and Rennie left The Splintered Timber behind, their boots echoing in tandem against the damp cobblestones. Both were deep in thought. Foxxfyrre cast a sidelong glance at the energetic wallaby pacing beside him in the foggy moonlight. There was something unexpectedly sound about Rennie’s presence. It was a

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 The Foxxfyrre Chronicles Episode TwoThe Brass CylinderYou Can't Start a Quest Without A Tankard of AleThe damp chill of the alleyway was a stark contrast to the heat of the brawl they had just left behind. Foxxfyrre adjusted his cuffs, his glowing blue eyes fixed on the brass object in the wallaby's paw."Do you mind if I look at that cylinder, Rennie?"Rennie handed it over with a grin, the

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 Is this a dagger“Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me—”  “Stop what you’re doing, BAGEE.”  DAGEE rose from his folding chair in the darkened theater and rubbed the bridge of his nose.  BAGEE froze mid-gesture, one enormous metallic paw extended into empty air.  “Why?” BAGEE said, his voice modulator flattening the word into

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