Dr. Trashcan

“Jesus Christ . . .” Eddie wanted to die right there on the spot. “I . . . “ But before he knew it Steve had wrapped his hand around the back of Eddie’s neck and was pulling him down for a fiery kiss.

“Oh fuck, say it again.” Steve mumbled against his lips.

Eddie’s brain nearly flatlined.

“Such a good baby girl.” Eddie managed to groan, his warm breath dancing on Steve’s lips.

“Ohhh . . . holy fuckin shit!” Steve came so hard it even surprised him.

And from that moment on it was Eddie’s go to magic word.

Short fics are complete. Short fics are full stories. There are more tales in the world than just novels. There are more ways of sharing your idea than creating an entire world to go along with it.

You can tell a complete story in 100 words. You can call a fic complete and full and fleshed out, even without all of the context or history or world building in your brain.

Your readers have imaginations, just like you do. Have faith that they'll be able to fill in any blanks on their own. Trust that they'll enjoy what you put out, even if it's short.

Stop measuring yourself with a ruler that doesn't even matter. If you want to write a long fic, that's wonderful. I wish you well.

We wrote flash fiction in our short story club today. It was a blast. Each one was a full, complete story.

None of them were over 500 words, and the lowest was 286. We could've gone even shorter with different parameters or if we'd tried. You can accomplish a lot in 100 words.

fem Edy sketches

Eddie requests Story Time.

Fantasy Steddie… IN WHICH Eddie dabbles a little far into black magic to defeat Vecna.

Steve’s looks inspired by Eomer from Lord of the Rings.

Demon Eddie’s look inspired by Hellboy’s Anung Un Rama persona in ‘The Wild Hunt.’

‘Cause I’m a giant nerd.

Steve starts school early. He graduates early. Everyone is under the impression that he's older than he is and he never fixed this misconception because, really. How often does your age come up?

All to say that Robin is kinda shocked when she's getting cash out of Steve's wallet and, "We're the same age."

"Yeah."

"Actually," She says, staring at Steve's unfairly photogenic driver's license photo. "I’m older than you."

She lets that sit before, "Oh my god! You're just a baby."

"Um, no?"

"You're just a little itty-bitty child and everyone lets you put yourself in danger first because they thought you were the oldest," She laments dramatically. "Next time, I will be the one who is in danger."