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Crows on Heartstrings is a fully illustrated anthology of short stories. We have a little something for everyone, no matter what your gender, sexuality, or color, we have something for you. We are proud to say that we are mostly created by, for and about lgbtqa+ folks. It’s nothing like you’ve ever seen before. We are also comprised of 23 women, and 3 men, so READ WOMEN!

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Crows on Heartstrings TEASER! Roses Grow for Mammet Men by Aubrey Meeks

What is it about?!

Elves and Faeries walk among humans in this urban fantasy set in New York City. The young, Elven clan leader, Daði Manfredsson, and Fae Prince, Mercurie Nightray have bigger things to worry about than integrating into human society.

But politics and love don’t mix, and soon, the two boys are slinging curses to sacrifice their love for control of the Hudson river trade routes.

Do the boys know love at all?

Can they work through true love and balance duty and desire? Or is it really as doomed as Crows on Heartstrings promises?

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“So, on this clear summer day, the tourists caught tall Dathi the elf in their pictures of the New York City Skyline and the Statue. It was like they’d never seen an elf before. Then again, Dath reminded himself, most people on this side of the ferry, the wrong side of the ferry, came from places like, the midwest, or the south, where Elves were still a bit of a myth.

He took the photo anyway. He put on a nice face for her to show her friends at book club. He smoothed his cornsilk plaits and his Rolling Stones t-shirt so whoever saw the image on her Facebook page thought something like, hey, that guy looks alright. Instead of whatever prejudiced bullshit they might say otherwise.

If Mercurie were here now. Dath chuckled to himself. If his boyfriend, my man, were there, the tourists might’ve gone home with slightly pornographic pictures of my Fairy boy and an Elf boy making out–And then they’d both be arrested for being a public nuisance. New Yorkers are liberal, but they’re not that liberal. Elves and Fae were still sort of taboo.”

-Excerpt from Roses Grow for Mammet Men by Aubrey Meeks

If you’re interested in Crows on Heartstrings, check out our kickstarter by clicking here!

(art by Ashley Feemster)

The Archer Illustration Project

If you’ve been following me, you know I’ve been collecting illustrations of my characters for the novel I’m working on, Archer and the Lust Boys.

I just acquired a new one from Max Wickstrom. I encourage you to go check out his work. If you like what you see, stay tuned for his contribution to my curatorial project, Crows on Heartstrings!

Here it is, Max Wickstrom’s rendition of my Original Characters, Archer and the Lust Boys:

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Here’s another one by Ashley Feemster for our Artist, Writer, and Curator, my story, Roses Grow for Mammet Men.

This is the perfect time for me to talk to you about my short story!

Roses Grow for Mammet Men is an Urban Fantasy set in New York City. Elves and Fairies are living among humans and they have more important things to worry about than hatred from humans.

Roses Grow for Mammet Men has everything you could want, romance, magic, treachery, and heartache. Dathi and Mercurie struggle with identity, war, and keeping the love alive in this twisty tale.

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When they met… Abomination Boy and Half a Prince Part 9

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Listening to Lucien was like listening to an escaped prisoner of war. Elijah had witnessed both World Wars unfold, and he’d seen humans breakdown, crease in unadulterated misery. He hadn’t molded himself with them. His father loved the large scale massacre, using weapons he had paraded for humanity to know. He leaned back on his seat and draped an arm behind the chair.

“I don’t suppose there would be many who would love to take you, but Dahlia looks like she’s going to assist you because you are dear to her.” A muscle in his jaw twitched. Talking about feelings was the last thing Elijah wanted, but this Lucien appeared to need some of it. “Are there many of you? Your brother, is he like you?”

“I dunno, I think I’m a bit more of a project to her. She’s a great girl, and I appreciate what she’s done. I just don’t know about being particularly dear to her.” Lucien smirked. He didn’t think he was dear to anyone. Better to keep palling around with Dahlia than to be out on the street where kids strike you down to sell your bones.

“Ehhhh. My brother. I have two. I think. Lilith calls me three and Mal two, so we always assumed there was another.” Lucien winced again, a pierce of clumpy demons blood was making its way to his heart and the only thing it did was lay a trail of piercing pricks the entire way to his heart. He braced himself.

Lucien doubled over, clutching his heart, and his face contorted. Deep creases slashed his brow as the prickly clot entered his heart in one beat and out the next. His body relaxed through the aftershocks, what would have killed a human just made Lucien feel like he was drowning.

“Sorry.” He breathed heavily, still doubled over with his head between his legs.

He straightened up. Usually he had this charade all covered, his pain was well hidden because there’s no pity in Hell. He hated the way his lean and fit body juxtaposed his sickly reality.

“Your wretched life is one I can understand.” Elijah heaved a sigh. He hadn’t seen his own life as years full of rainbows, but his father had been proud of him, had flaunted him to the other demons as his ferocious weapon. He hadn’t experienced being degraded by his own parent. He raked his hair with his fingers, pushing away strands of waves from his forehead. “You must keep a low profile and refrain yourself from displaying in the public. Humans can be as uncharitable as demons, or unbending as the angels. You are fortunate to have someone take care of you, but may I suggest that you care of your well-being as part of gratitude for Dahlia and for your own life. Would you want demons to cackle at your wasted life?”

He fumbled for his phone and fished it out from his pocket. He flipped it over and over in his hands. “I know a demon who can probe about your condition.” He curled his lips up. “In recompense to what I did to you.”

Lucien’s body took an exasperated plunge into the cushions. “I dunno if I’m into being probed just yet.” Lucien smirked. Smiling and smirking didn’t keep him from pulling a cushion up past his navel to cover the bruising at his hips. “Is that really necessary?  I asked you for that bullet. Don’t feel obligated to fix something I asked for.” Lucien tensed. How could he mind being this way when it was all he knew?


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Welcome to the Lucien and Elijah serial by Aubrey Meeks and Julienne 

The accompanying illustration was done by Aegisdea and I couldn’t be happier!

Stay tuned for more of Elijah and Lucien tomorrow!

Well now, they seem to be behaving…

Lucien and Abomination Boys characters and writing © Aubrey “Meeks” Brown 2015

Elijah and writing © Julienne 2015

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Natalie paled at the sight of Dahlia’s fingers digging in Lucien’s flesh, but she pulled herself together. The last thing she wanted was to faint in the middle of this. A pang of sympathy coiled through her. Lucien looked helpless and fragile.

On the other hand, Elijah’s gaze over Lucien was steel. Natalie need not be reminded of why he was listless and at the same time sensitive about this. Blades and flesh and blood together would form a sick memory in his mind. Torture wasn’t new to him. Immense pain was a familiar ground.

“Do this as quick as possible. It is far better to endure a heightened pain in a short span of time,” Elijah suggested, shifting a little, brown eyes cast on Lucien’s current feeble figure. He already placed his knees on the ground, his dark wavy hair somewhat unkempt, white long-sleeved shirt clinging on his lean frame.

“Take out the rest now.”

The second scar was more jagged than the first, the crooked lines forced Natalie to sacrifice some good skin to get to the stinging metal underneath. Lucien, regaining a hazy consciousness, swallowed hard and grit his teeth.

Dahlia reached inside the pocket of flesh and accidentally sliced Lucien with hasty movements and the sharp corroded metal.

Lucien fiercely kicked out and howled a guttural scream. His hands found Elijah’s wrists firmly pressing his body to the pavement. He latched on to keep himself from thrashing, and found comfort in the steady pulse on the tender side of Elijah’s wrists.

Lucien calmed the moment the metal was removed. His head fell back against the cool cement of the alleyway. He smiled into the calm, and welcomed the clarity that came with the heat of Dahlia’s hands on his chest, filling him with heavenly fire to combat the shadows in his blood.

“Is he okay now?” Natalie asked, still holding the bloodstained knife in her hand.

They were lucky the street was deserted and the street lamps only emanated dim lights. Elijah thought if someone had seen them, they’d think they were robbing and assaulting him. He eased up from Lucien and studied his condition. “We should bring him somewhere safe. Where do you live?”

Lucien slowly started to breathe normally, and seemed to be doing better. He wasn’t running around like a maniac, so that was okay.

“I think he’ll be okay, I dunno I was just experimenting, taking a stab in the dark with that one.” Dahlia looked around for for her van parked on their empty street. “I live just around the corner. If you don’t mind helping me get him inside, I would greatly appreciate it.” Dahlia would more than appreciate it.  She had been babysitting Lucien all day, and only now was the stress of worrying catching up to her.

Natalie rose and nudged Elijah’s arm. “Carry him.”

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Welcome to the Lucien and Elijah serial by Aubrey Meeks and Julienne 

The accompanying illustration was done by Aegisdea and I couldn’t be happier!

Stay tuned for more of Elijah and Lucien tomorrow!

Are we ever going to really meet Lucien? Or maybe he’ll kick it before we can get anything out of him.

Lucien and Abomination Boys characters and writing © Aubrey “Meeks” Brown 2015

Elijah and writing © Julienne 2015

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Lucien and Elijah HeaderNatalie rose and slapped him so hard, Elijah thought his neck had been torn out. He held his cheek where a handprint bloomed across his face and shot Natalie an infuriated stare in return.

“You shot him and he was innocent. You have to help. You owe them.”

Fishing out his handkerchief, he wiped his cheek gently. “If you ever slap me again with your dirty hands -”

Natalie rolled her eyes. “Oh I will do it again.” She aimed this time for the other side, but Elijah stopped her, clutching her wrist firmly, then putting it on her side. He struggled to keep his rising anger at bay.

“I will help, but my aid doesn’t go beyond without limitations. I will help until I see it fit that you can do well on your own,” he told Dahlia.

My hero.” Dahlia sighed an exasperated cry and turned to Natalie who at seemed at least more useful if only in her kinder demeanor.

“Okay. So from what I’ve gathered, he’s being conditioned to keep the angel blood from overtaking his demon blood. They battle each other in his veins, that’s why he seems so crazy. He can’t think straight. So…” Dahlia tied up her tight orange curls and picked through Lucien’s pockets until she found his bone knife.

She picked at the collar of his t-shirt and pulled the knife to the hem. It sliced through the fabric with a quick wizz.

“Here.” She paused at two long blistering scars just under his collarbones. They were angry and red, and whoever had put them there didn’t care enough to close them properly. “So there’s cursed iron under there.  He got away before I could help him the first time.  Elijah, if you would just hold him down, he’s not going to like this.” She turned to Natalie. “Do you want to do the slicing or the …sticking your fingers in there and pulling out the metal?”

Elijah hesitated. Lucien looked filthy, and Elijah was way too afraid of dirt to do this, but with Natalie’s side glance threat, dirt was out of his mind. “I see I have no other choice but to do anything you ladies say.” He squatted and calculated how to keep Lucien pinned on the ground. “Cursed iron. I am very fortunate that my father didn’t dare experiment on me or my blood.” He knelt, tucking back his gun and keeping Lucien down with his two hands on his shoulders.

“Maybe he did experiments on your brain,” said Natalie, settling herself on the other side of Lucien. “I think I’ll do the slicing. I can’t imagine sticking my fingers in someone’s flesh, you know.”

“And your fingers are filthy too,” Elijah added.

“Everything’s filthy for you.” Natalie took the knife from Dahlia.

Elijah glanced around the place, keeping his eyes close on any demons. Threats would be imminent especially with four of them – demons, humans, and angels together. The demons would sense their presence. “If this ends up successful, I would like to have the pleasure of knowing why this friend of yours is like this.”

“Me too.” Dahlia watched carefully as Natalie pressed the knife into his angry scars. They hissed as she broke them, oozing a black boiling blood with each inch gained.

“It’s going to work.” She helped Elijah, pressing down on Lucien’s chest as his back arched and his hips bucked under the pain of the knife and who knows what else. She reached her long fingers under his skin, careful not to let the disgusting feel of digging bare-handed through someone’s flesh for the second time in one day, force her to puke.

Wanting to spare him more pain, she pulled a thin sheet of metal from the blister in one swift motion. “unggghh” Lucien groaned, open mouthed and exhausted. Dahlia plunged her fingers in the same wound and tried quickly to find any broken bits that could be itching under his skin.

“Shh. It’s okay. Lucien.” Dahlia purred. She brushed his mop of pale hair from his face and stroked his sharp jaw until it relaxed.

Her hands found the long gash and healed it closed. He needed a break before they went for the next piece, she thought.

“Okay guys, just the one more.”


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Welcome to the Lucien and Elijah serial by Aubrey Meeks and Julienne 

The accompanying illustration was done by Aegisdea and I couldn’t be happier!

 

Stay tuned for more of Elijah and Lucien NEXT WEEK!

What do you think? Will Lucien make it? Who’s been hurting him, and when are we finally going to meet the real Lucien?

Lucien and Abomination Boys characters and writing © Aubrey “Meeks” Brown 2015

Elijah and writing © Julienne 2015

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Lucien bolted upright, tearing himself from Dahlia’s comforting hold, and paced an unsteady stream of steps.

“They’re coming. They’re coming, they’re coming. They’re coming for me, Dolly.” He pulled at his horns until his knuckles went white, and groaned, fully immersed in the insanity of his dual sides talking to him, mocking him, yelling in his ears. “Just make it stop.” He whimpered and scratched at his chest until blooms of blood painted his thin t-shirt.

“Are you happy now? You shot a crazy person.” Dahlia hissed through her teeth, just under her breath.

“I would be lying if I said I wasn’t happy,” Elijah said, grinning at the girl – Dahlia, as he heard from the demon he shot dead. He turned to the pacing demon. “Who’s coming?”

A shadow approached them. Elijah stiffened, cocking his gun again. He was too accustomed with the feel of the metal that using his own skills didn’t satisfy his craving for bloodshed. The shadow neared, somewhat tall with a feminine frame. He lowered the gun when he realized who it was.

“Why do you have your gun on display?” Natalie’s eyes were wide, her chin-length black hair barely ruffled by the wind as she held tightly on her bag of groceries. She looked back and forth on him and at Dahlia and Lucien. She plucked the gun from his fingers. “What happened here? Did he hurt you?” she asked Dahlia, tucking the gun in her grocery bag.

“Demons.” He said. “Demons.” He repeated. “Lilith, demons. Lilith and demons.” Lucien spoke quicker than Dahlia could keep up with. He ran his mouth, spewing warnings and expressing his fears. He jerked his sharp jaw and stared off behind Dahlia and Elijah. Dahlia’s heart sank to her stomach as Lucien’s mouth slashed open in a violent grin.

“Malachi. You’re here.” At first Dahlia didn’t see the boy, standing like a filthy version of Lucien, madness and all. “Malachi, I knew you would be here. Who’ve you brought with you? You’re messing with my frequencies. I’m all deranged.” Lucien smacked the side of his head one too many times and laughed, starting off and talking to his shadow.

“Malachi. I can’t think straight. I know you have someone. Malachi.” His voice boomed louder and louder at the figure who wouldn’t move.

“Uh….No, but he shot my friend, who is sick, by the way.” Dahlia said, slightly kinder to the new girl. “I’m Dahlia. That’s Lucien.” She said with a nod of her head in Lucien’s direction. She’d decided to let him spew nonsense to a person she wasn’t sure she could see. Perhaps it would calm him down.

Natalie gaped at Elijah in mortification. “How could you?”

Elijah ignored her and grabbed for his other gun tucked behind him on his waistband. “I sense a supernatural presence here.” He looked at Lucien and his unbalanced behavior, then he turned to Dahlia. “What is wrong with your friend?”

“I’m sorry about what he did.” Natalie didn’t even know how to make up for it. “I don’t even know if a sorry is enough, but…” she paused, snagging on Elijah’s shirt. “This is Elijah, and I’m Natalie. We’re really sorry.”

“It’s not really in my disposition to apologize after I slay someone. Would it be rather rude to apologize for doing something I really meant, don’t you think?” Elijah pried Natalie’s hand from his shirt and stepped toward Lucien, grasping his shoulders to stop him. “Who is Malachi?”



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Welcome to the Lucien and Elijah serial by Aubrey Meeks and Julienne 

The accompanying illustration was done by Aegisdea and I couldn’t be happier!

Who indeed is Malachi? Who exactly is in danger here? What’s wrong with Lucien?

Stay turned for tomorrow’s instalment of Abomination Boy and Half a Prince to find out!

Lucien and Abomination Boys characters and writing © Aubrey “Meeks” Brown 2015

Elijah and writing © Julienne 2015