That ohshitohshitohshit feeling

Happy Goth Christmas, everyone.

I’m exhausted. It’s been a long two weeks and, though I was supposed to be going to the the Canonical Halloween party at Canonical Towers tonight I decided that, due to lack of sleep and general grumpiness on my part, I would be better off concentrating on finishing the Halloween story that I’ve been promising everyone all week.

Incidentally, if I promised you this story, thank you for taking the promise: you’ve helped to keep me honest.

The story, The Girl, Death is available here and is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Non-Commercial-No Derivative Works 2.0 UK: England & Wales License. Please go and read it and feel free to send feedback to blog AT this domain. Alternatively, you can leave a comment on this entry (the stories section of the site is pretty rudimentary, thrown up in a hurry today; I’ll fix it later and migrate any comments I receive).

Finally, I’d like to thank my fiancée, Sarah, for being my beta reader, guinea pig and editor. If it weren’t for her this story wouldn’t have been published, no matter how many promises I made to others.