TK Cummings

Joined July 2022

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A Pervert on the Porch
"Pervert!" Granny B declared, when a large man appeared damp, naked, and shriveled on her front porch. He tried to shove past her into the house, but she slammed the door literally in his face. Granny B shut the blinds with a definitive clunk for good measure.
By TK Cummings2 years ago in Fiction
Yutica and the Best/Worst Hot Chocolate
Yutica is deranged, and I am the only one who knows it. At the edge of Winterglade Woods, right after a new snow (and only after a new snow), Yutica brews hot chocolate that melts the dreariness of winter from your soul.
By TK Cummings2 years ago in Fiction
Writing Novels Is Masochism
I have so many writing feelings. I hate telling people I write novels. I have burned drafts to the ground and started again so many times. It is just. so. depressing.
By TK Cummings2 years ago in Writers
ONLY BAD THINGS HAPPEN IN CORN FIELDS
Should come with a trauma warning. Ten years after reading it, I still look at cornfields with the violent suspicious that pedophiles and murders are lurking amongst their eerie stalks.
By TK Cummings2 years ago in Critique
All Systems Red by Martha Wells
Stop talking to Murderbot about its feelings. It hates it. While Murderbot resentfully keeps its scientists alive against hostile monsters, questionable corporations and bad guys, the story quietly explores free will, identity, and the awkwardness of existing.
By TK Cummings2 years ago in Critique
The Stanley Controversy of 2023
While I did shout "He's free now, you idiotic eel turds!" at three Seaview police officers, I think we can attribute that to the sweltering morning heat more than anything else.
By TK Cummings3 years ago in Fiction
Familiar Strangers
Each day, I am a different person. Literally. I am not being metaphorical. Yesterday-me, a complete stranger, left today-me a list of to-dos.
By TK Cummings3 years ago in Fiction
Attention Eaters
Once the world was not SO loud. I could think—Ding! Ding! …what was I saying?
By TK Cummings3 years ago in Poets
The Cat, the Witch, and the Elusive Password
“Cattywampus catastrophe?” Inna Walword guessed, standing awkwardly in the narrow alleyway. The buildings here were made of stone, and all the buildings reached up to at least ten stories high. This made the alleyway seem much smaller than it actually was, but despite this and despite it being well after eleven at night, it felt cozy. Or at least as cozy as an alleyway could be.
By TK Cummings3 years ago in Fiction
Dark Dealings in Boneneedle Forest
No one had entered the Boneneedle Forest in the last century, though a village was within walking distance and a road nearby.
By TK Cummings3 years ago in Fiction