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The Great Commandment
Consider, little ones, the Tree-dwellers, the very clay from which I sculpted your form. They do ...
Erickson, TX
Time for some more mundane worldbuilding. Erickson is the small Texas town that the Dewfall lands...
The Orbit of Yih and Its Effects on Yinrih Biology and Culture
Yih is the name of the yinrih homeworld. Yih is one of only two instances of Commonthroat loanwor...
The Inner Planets of Focus (WIP)
I'm trying to figure out LibreOffice Draw. This is a draft of the inner planets of Focus. I didn...
Writing with the Writing Claw
A yinrih's writing claw is shaped like the nib of a fountain pen, and acts more or less like one ...
The Wrist and Writing Claw
A dorsal view of the left forepaw, in color! Notice the discolored claw on the digit next to the ...
By the Palms that Nursed Me!
The palms of the forepaws, demonstrating sexual dimorphism. Male is on the left; female is on the...
Physical Description
It's really hard for me to put into words what the yinrih are supposed to look like. A lot of thi...
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I drew this kit a long time ago but never shared it for some reason.
The Spacer Confederacy
“And you're the interim chief?” asked the federal councilman, his voice echoing throughout the ca...
Table Manners
For a few seconds I waver between turning right to head home or to cross the street to go to the ...
The Tornado
Jim surveyed the empty trailers around him as he sat in the lawn chair in front of his mobile hom...
Meanwhile, in an Alternate Universe
”Where’s your bathroom?” I think this was the third time any of us had heard him speak since we m...
An Alien Through Alien Eyes
I was sitting atop her head, an arrangement she tolerated as it was the only way I could get a go...
First Contact
The golden rays of the westering sun soak into my fur, and I feel the warm sand under my palms er...
Human for a Day (part 1?)
“I got some reeeeeaaal good stuff this time.” My dealer glances furtively to either side, then pu...
In Which Greg Experiences Indigestion
This was an exercise to see how quickly I could write without obsessively rereading every sentenc...
The Leasemeat Farm
It was a tower of crap. Well, OK, it wasn't exactly crap, more processed solid waste suspended in...
The Mass Router
He glanced nadirward through the observation window at the green and blue surface of the planet. ...
Mundane Utility
Ron stared up at the metal behemoth looming over him. A nagging itch scraped at some dark corner ...