Thomas Speer
Bio
I'm a God-fearing tumbleweed of a man, a gentle husband, loving foster parent, screwed up past and amazingly ordained future serving the Lord and expressing his revelation in my writing. Don't expect the dry and sanctimonious, though.
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A Long way back
It started through the woven metal screen. The front door was open halfway, which wasn’t normal. You don’t leave your doors open around here. Or your windows, for that matter. Every crack, every crevice is a chance for something to creep in. The hot sand is teeming with life, and your house is a shady refuge better left vacant of the tenants that crawl.
By Thomas Speer2 months ago in Fiction
Right-Handed Adultery . Honorable Mention in Maps of the Self Challenge. Content Warning.
There I go again, betraying your trust. The shame is a choking fog. I swear up and down that this is the last time, but I know the lie by its face- a smirking, arrogant visage.
By Thomas Speer2 months ago in Humans
Pokemon vs Palworld
Pocketpair or Pocket Monster? A titan of creative expression was dealt a rare tick in the "L column" on Tuesday, with the Japan Patent Office (JPO) ruling their capture mechanic "Lacked Originality". While this isn't the end of Nintendo's lawsuit against rival Palworld creator company "Pocketpair", it is a severe broadside to the titanic vessel that is the Nintendo legal machine.
By Thomas Speer2 months ago in Gamers
I Wish for Fish. Runner-Up in Through the Keyhole Challenge.
Gently rolling in his blankets was an umber ambush, a stalking blot of venom on the night sky, thick in the tryst of the hunt. Or, so he thought of himself. No, his sanguine dream of dense jungle and damp mist hiding all but his bright yellow eyes was canned within the confines of a rocking metal tub. “A cat on the sea, who ever heard of such a thing”? The sleek feline mused to himself, lazily trailing a paw over the edge of his soft cloth perch, dangling from the dark ceiling in the corner of a warm room. He peeked though the keyhole to the small cupboard he was curled in
By Thomas Speer2 months ago in Fiction
Manticore. Content Warning.
I could nearly describe exactly the exact wording the Sherrif used. Almost, I could show you the way it felt when he grabbed me in mid-sprint, wrestled me to the ground and assured me nothing could be done. Without hesitation or error, I could imitate the tone of his voice and how unwavering his verdict was. But that would be pointless. What’s done is done and there’s no bringing back the lost.
By Thomas Speer3 months ago in Fiction
