@stevendbrewer@wandering.shop

He waited in the dark loft of the #lodge for the hunters to return. Voices outside and the rattle of the lock prompted him to hold his breath.
The men came in cheerfully, laughing about the hunt and joking about the surprised expressions of the prey as they were gunned down at long range.
Rich executives paid a small fortune — pocket change for them, but enough to provide a lifetime of comfort to any ordinary person — for the thrill of hunting people. (1/2) #wss366

Nothing is better than fresh chili on a hot day.

I tried doing this survey, but I couldn't finish it: https://www.hardtolovetest.com

A bunch of the questions were like, "Some stranger starts talking to you…" and I'm like, "When does that ever happen?"

Finally, a question was "a newish friend texts you," and I just shook my head and closed the window. I haven't had a "newish friend" in years.

I don't know what the survey would have said, but I suspect it would have said I'm not only hard to love, I'm pretty damned unlikeable too.

#WritersCoffeeClub In what ways do you play with the limits of the genre in which you work?

I mostly write cross-genre works (steampunky with no steam; fluffy, military space opera; dark, cozy fantasy; sapphic, romantasy, roadstory). An editor asked what the genre was of a short story I wrote. The story is about a young man — obviously delusional — who believes himself possessed by a ghost that can speak with his mouth. I told the editor, "I guess it depends on whether you believe in ghosts."

The fragments eventually led me to write a novelette, *Bearly Believable*, that's currently out for submission.

#ScribesAndMakers Has a bear ever featured in your work? If so, what sort of bear?

I wrote a series of story fragments about two non-human biological androids, one that looks like an owl and the other that looks like a gigantic bear, who work together in a picnic park on the planet Volpex. The owl menaces people who litter while the bear runs a fire-safety program. The bear looks like a Kodiak brown bear who smokes Vulpex cigarettes. Their foil is a mischievously curious girl named Brunhilde.

The Exhibit A Brewery has moved to Williamsburg. They're having a soft open today (and didn't have the DIPA I like), but they have an immense tap room and beer garden. And they're co-located with GrandTen distillery, so good cocktails too. It's a bit of a drive, but I can see it's going to be a regular destination for us. #WesternMass

"They must have been pretty warped to have that locket," the Saintess said.
"The paintings didn't seem that…" the Hero started to say, then caught the Saintess' expression.
"Yes!" he exclaimed. "You're right. Very warped!"
They walked on in silence. (3/3) #wss366

He considered saying, "Your heart-shaped birthmark is cute." But he rejected it: too creepy, especially given the placement of the birthmark.
He rejected several other conversational gambits, but eventually said, "I wonder who that was in the coffin." (2/3) #wss366

The Hero and Saintess walked back through the Forbidden Forest in silence. The Hero struggled with himself. One the one hand, he enjoyed the peace and quiet but he recognized that the Saintess was subdued and uncomfortable. He tried to think of something neutral to say. (1/3) #wss366

I spent a few hours today with Werner Hertzog. Or with his book, anyway. https://stevendbrewer.com/review-the-future-of-truth/

I sent this picture to @philipbrewer with the caption, "I am reading in tent ly."

He was not amused.

She stirred for a moment and then her eyes sprang open. She clapped one arm across her chest and the other hand over her nether regions.
"Ugh! What a nasty, perverted spectre! Do you know what it said to me?"
The Hero shook his head.
"It said… It said…" she began, then she stopped, reddening. "Never mind. Would you turn around while I clothe myself?" (3/3) #wss366

The Hero looked around and, seeing no other threats, retraced his steps back through the doors of the temple. He did a double take when he spotted the Saintess lying naked on the cobblestones, her clothes scattered around her. He trotted down the steps and knelt at her side. He inspected her carefully — checking for injuries, he told himself. Finding none, he gently shook her shoulder.
"Saintess! Saintess!" he called. "Are you alright?" (2/3) #wss366

The Hero struck the coffin with his sword shattering the lid. A dessicated skeleton enclosed within was dressed in a purple robe. The Hero's sword struck a locket around the neck of the skeleton, from which had issued the thread of vapor. The locket split open, revealing two delicate paintings of a woman dishabille. The sword smashed the hinge and the locket fell into pieces. The thread of vapor dissipated in the still air. (1/3) #wss366

Now hiring! @SFWA is searching for an Executive Director: https://sfwa.org/2026/07/10/hiring-call-july-10-2026/ #fediHire

An awesome bolete under an oak tree… #FungusFriday

Before the altar, was a rotted, wooden coffin, as though a funeral had been the last act in the temple. The trail of vapor went down through the lid of the coffin.
"Well, here goes nothing," he muttered. He lifted his sword over his head and stabbed down through the coffin. (4/4) #wss366

"Help me!" she whimpered, as the vapor threatened to engulf her.
The Hero noticed a thread of vapor that led back up the stairs. "I wonder where this goes," he murmured. He vaulted up the stairs, followed the thread back through the doors, and into the roofless sanctuary. (3/4) #wss366

"What? No!" he said. "It's just some kind of iron-nickle alloy."
"Don't breathe the vapor!" she gasped, as she kept moving back. "If you do, it will try to control your body!"
"It doesn't seem to be pursuing me," he said. "Maybe because I didn't recklessly attack it." (2/4) #wss366