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S.N.Arly writes adult and young adult fantasy, science fiction, and dark fiction from her basement in St. Paul, MN. Her short stories have appeared in Fearsmag.com, the single-issue World Fantasy Con chapbook Do Virgins Taste Better?, the anthology; Wolfsongs, and multiple issues of Tales of the Unanticipated(ToTU). In the last few years, she has moved from traditional publishing to the indie publishing model. Her two short story collections and the novellas are available in print and digital format through Lulu, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, iBookstore, Rakuten Kobo, and many other online venues across the globe. She is a member of the writers group Guts and Rocks. Her writing strength is character. Her weakness has historically been plot, though this has gotten loads better with lots of practice. Humor has been a tough nut for her to crack, but she's made progress on that front in the past year. At conventions she likes to talk about young adult fiction, writing combat, weapons, and writing craft. She is currently focusing on novels, the occasional short story her brain foists upon her, and sprinting challenges.
Published Apr 13, 2019 · 2,692 words (10 minutes) · 1 like · 518 views
Inspired by an infestation of mice in my house and a PETA raid on a University of Minnesota Alzheimer’s research lab in April 1999. I’m Pushkin, keeper of the chronicles. I will teach you young ones just as I remind the older ones. It’s my responsibility to keep the records accurate, untainted by fear, unclear memory, or nostalgia. I recount the saga as it was taught to me, and add to it in my turn.
Published Feb 6, 2019 · 2,659 words (10 minutes) · 1 like · 641 views
In the shadows of Schwartzwald, the Black Forest, lived a powerful king known as Erlkönig, King of Alder. He stood over seven feet in height and was easily as majestic as any tree in his domain. His robe was the blue-gray color of mist. On his head he wore a crown of leaves, of a kind never found on any tree, perpetually held in the bright tints of autumn.