Daily Opus

It's occurred to me lately that I have never written a writeblr intro. I should probably do that.

Hello there, my gorgeous readers.

I am a non-binary autistic author in a queerplatonic polycule with two lovely trans ladies, whom I nickname as "Beloved" and "Adorable" for reasons of privacy. I frequently battle with chronic bronchial asthma every spring and autumn - aka "Sneezin' and Wheezin' Season."

Sharing my primary residence are: two progeny [Chaos and Mayhem] and two cats [Pippi and Jolie], the felines might be turning up on my flash fiction streams on Twitch [ https://www.twitch.tv/bitzerk ].

I use the pen-name C. M. Weller and I have been writing stories since I became aware that I could do that. I've been writing flash fictions every day since 2013 as both mental exercise and "advertising budget". Like the short ones? Maybe go look at the novels and see if they're your flavour too!

If you want just my stories, you might want to follow my stories-only sideblog: https://cmweller.tumblr.com/ [I might accidentally reblog a thing or two over there] and if you want to find out all the other stuff I've done, then my hub site is: https://www.internutter.org

It's also where you'll find out where else I put my literary offerings, just in case this hellsite self-immolates.

Now the big news:

I am trying to go Pro with my writing. I have a lot of finished novels and one unfinished --logy [currently on quadrilogy, might extend into pentology] that I will be throwing at agents and publishers in the sincere hopes of seeing my pen name in bookshops one day.

(And, for the record, this is the most terrifying thing I have ever done)

Anyone interested in the LibGen lawsuit thing:

I have found a means by which to join the class action lawsuit. At the time of writing this [4th September, 2025] I have not heard back from the legal team. News from the web is that only US authors on the list are getting $3K each (minus legal fees belike) which is fantastic news for anyone on the list who lives in anywhere else but the USA. Like me: I live in Australia.

Challenge #04903-M154: Scars on the Inside

A troop of marines had finally rotated home after a lot of... unpleasant experiences. Now, they planned to sit back, relax, enjoy their hard-earned retirements, and definitely enjoy the summer and all the fun that came with it. -- Anon Guest

After six months of trudging around in battle-ready armour, it was damned good to feel the air on hir skin. It felt even better to plunge into the open ocean and take the weight off hir feet and spine. Trooper Glyn still wore hir skins, even though this entire planet was clothing-optional. Ze didn't wish to be completely vulnerable to elements ze hadn't experienced in person for most of a year[1].

Glyn broke the surface out in the gentle waves, appreciating clouds in the sky instead of a permanent cover of smog. On the nearby beach, appreciating the breeze on all of his skin, was hir troopmate Sef.

"Aw, they'll let anyone in here," Glyn called. "There goes the neighbourhood!"

Challenge #04902-M153: Strictly By Chance

Wraithvine had two new adventurers to train. One, a person who is able, in small bursts, to stop time, one who was willing to risk their life to save hirs, and another, a terrified child who was alone in the forests and almost entirely feral. The immortals, Wraithvine and Birbid, and that fully immortal cat, Lilbit, were now a new adventuring party with these two young wonders. No prophecy, no destiny, just family. Which is nice for a change.

https://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-04878-m129-unexpected-rescue

https://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-04882-m133-taming-the-wild-child -- Anon Guest

[AN: Those stories were unrelated. Not any more]

Bibrid had been examining Scramble's ability through his Dragon eyes to see if anything was different to true Draconic senses. Irritatingly, everything remained the same. He still couldn't unriddle what sort of spellwork was going on behind Scramble's eyes. He sighed and resumed his accustomed Gnomish guise. "So much for that idea. Sorry for wasting your energies."

"I'll be fine," Scramble helped hirself to one of the good berries. All the better to restore hirself. "We camped to make sure that the energy was available to spend. No threats from the woods, no rampaging Adventurers in the middle of nowhere, no unforseen-- oh, I spoke too soon." Scramble pointed to Wraithvine's return, and the small creature in the Eternal Wizard's tow.

"Oh dear," sighed Bibrid. "That doesn't look like a lot of forage, Wizard."

Challenge #04901-M152: Pest Control

A ghoulish adventure unfolds, as Wraithvine discovers a message carved in runes upon a hanged man’s flesh which leads hir to a dread idol, a seer frightened to near madness from her own visions, and a lake which often turns red like blood… -- Deathshead419

It was shit like this that set Wraithvine on hir path. It was stuff like this that made hir take hir oath in the first place. The criminal in the gibbet had infernal runes appearing on his left leg right before hir eyes. Even more chilling than that omen, was the fact that the runes were directions.

The dead man's hand tapped the sigils six times.

I get it, Wraithvine thought, You don't need to rub it in. Ze set off to the ominous destination inscribed on a corpse. If there was an incursion from the Plane of Torment, this was a certain sign. So Wraithvine spent a lot more effort than normal to reach hir destination.