Randitty

Finally done, so I deserve a drink! Welcome to Randitty’s new home on the interwebs. WordPress is facilitating this shiny new look which makes it far easier to find all my fiction stories. As always, there is a feature story each month. In September, I will be updating the bi-weekly bedtime story “When Red Expands.” On Saturdays in September, I’ll be featuring my new webcomic Cat City.

And there are tons–trust me–tons of other stories on this blog that I have divided into sections on the left side of the page:

• Bad Romance – Yeah, a lot like Lady Gaga’s songs, these are pretty crazed.
• Bedtime Stories – Visit the blog on Tuesday and Thursday nights to read the current bedtime story series: “When Red Expands.”
• Epic Spiritual Journeys – Cymen Ruecross, a talking unicorn, Aisha the baby elephant and more.
• Five Minute Stories – Odd laugh-out-loud stories perfect for your lunch break.
• Reckless Adventure – A sea priestess and a pirate-king walk into a bar… seriously, this is the premise for one of the full-length novellas, “Mi’Raah.” You can imagine how those other adventure stories go…

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Ink is a sphinx who became the blog’s mascot after I needed to draw something that would reflect how I feel about myself and writing, but also be simple enough to suit as cover art.

Long-time readers of Randitty might have noticed that the blog background has sometimes been, um, insane? Like, me re-drawing something new every month, akin to some unholy instinct to re-paint one’s nails, times a hundred… I’ve gleefully crafted everything from a plaid photoshopped wolf to tiny cobalt losenge menu buttons for a sheer, icy wintertime theme.

But now, for practical purposes, including keeping my sanity, there is just one background. A Black woman with a lion’s paw… Read More

In which Grace still doesn’t… get the whole were-horse dealie.

Odeon did not make any other excuses for his horse as the evening went on.  That made things begin to be… uncomfortable, somehow.

“What’s her name?” Grace smiled up at him later from where they sat munching on apples in the grass.  Odeon and the woman leaned up against an apple tree, while their two horses grazed in the distance.  A basket of apples he helped her pick sat between them.

“Why does she need a name?”

“Why…?  Well, what do you call her?”

“Why do men need to name everything?  If she is the horse that I want I go and I get her.  When I have her, she knows who I am and I know her…”

“But… you have other horses… when you talk about one of them, how will other people know which one you are referring to?”

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Georgina raised her head when they asked her.

She shut her eyes, the long lashes perfect, curved lips flush and sensuous, and what a lovely neck she had. Nearly clear, almost golden, but no tan. No, she was their spokesmodel for a reason — the fair epitome of being ‘born with it’ — the plastic banner “Maybelline” lifted gently at its edge as the fan passed to point at that end of the auditorium.

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