This is a sick story, in so many ways. Sci-Fi, true, but also horror as told from the viewpoint of a monster. An inhuman beast. Who's met his mate and is settling into a form of domesticity...just one that keeps supplying men to the extraterrestrial. One a week...with indications there are other people like Dirc and Irin doing the same thing all over the world.
So...does that make me a monster?
There's a possibility of a followup at some later date. Maybe the Area 51 people come looking for Dirc and find Irin, instead, and Dirc has to save him from their cold, cruel, researcher clutches because the Beast is off doing its own thing. I dunno.
This story came out of nowhere and I'm not positive it's something I want to continue. I can't say I won't; I learned a long time ago my muse decides for me what I will and will not write, and when.
But at least it's out of the way and on a website that is not available to children.
Looks like another job's popped up, in Anaheim for just after the California Book Fair, next month. We'll see how long I can keep this up.
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