When a man mistakes a raccoon for the Second Coming of Jesus Christ, a town elects Jesus the raccoon as its mayor. But pro- and anti-raccoon factions soon arise and chaos ensues as Belcomb falls apart.

Weirdly enough, this one got runner-up at the Atlanta Writers Organization’s the Terry Kay Prize for Fiction. It is a political satire, so if that’s not your cup of tea, turn back now. Also, this story is totally not based off of any real people or place.

The krew of a slip-vessel, designed to pass between the threads of space and time into quantum space, get stuck there and must find a way back as they traverse the mysterious underside of the universe.

When thirteen year old Murph snuck into a country club to play on real tennis courts, she never expected she'd be discovered by ex-tennis legend, Billy Burke. Now, three years later, Billy has Murph's whole life mapped out so she’ll land among the stars. But while she shines in practice, Murph just can’t seem to win a real match. Fed up, Billy gives her an ultimatum: climb from a domestic junior ranking of one-eighty to the top twenty-five by the end of the year, or pack her bags and leave the courts, the gear, and the dream. Her only shot just might be in the form of unorthodox fellow player Kat Fabian: short, fiery, and out for the year with an injury. But there’s one small caveat, Kat also happens to be Murph’s sworn arch-rival.

Just a silly little coming-of-age slowburn sapphic YA tennis romcom I work on when I need something light. Might self-publish but release date TBD

When the colonists of a distant space mining compound discover a creature that creates musical sounds in response to human movements, the sport of conducting is born. But one wrong move makes the wrong note, which causes the creature to eat the unlucky conductor. Or so they think.

TW: a bit of gore but it’s not Saw. It’s like, heavily implied gore. Anyway, one of my personal favorites even though nobody wants to freaking publish it.