well yea im a Mothefucking Terf Fragger

Some peeps really enjoy prog metal.

agreed; currently discovering it

Merci à toi, ça me fait plaisir.

Du coup, j'ai mis un autre texte, en céfran, à la place.

Awesome, TY! Checking it rn.

The problem: its a long novel (600 pages). My blog is about short stories, with sometimes short novellas, but not a 600 pages book.

But thanks anyway! It looks awesome & i might read it just for me & not SFSS.

These two, right? https://www.amazon.fr/...

Buying them right now, looks great.

Man! Just discovered a collection of Chambers stories!

https://www.amazon.fr/...

Bought it in french cuz im a frog. Ok thats a good start, me thinks.

everything in that post makes sense to me. idc about labels anyways. i care about truth & goodness (dunno if its the correct word, English isn't my first language).

ill reread everything here when i feel better. i ll prolly have a billion questions.

TY!

And it would take 5mn max. Def worth it.

Please tell me more about her books. Good writing is very very important. A lot of old pulp stories i published on SFSS are badly written.

There are a lot of exceptions tho, and for exemple ive reread this story a dozen times. Its a treasure:

https://sfss.space/...

‘Trev-R pointed the gun in their direction. ‘I'd leave quietly if I were you,’ he advised them in his most menacing tone.

The alleybashers looked annoyed but not intimidated. Trev-R knew they did not even recognize his weapon. The one with the knife spun his victim around in Iront of him to act as a shield. The other one started to grope inside his raincoat.

‘Blast outa this, grampers!’ sneered the knifeman. ‘Fly yer own spacelanes. and ye might live to see the sun come out.’ The second thug pulled out a slugthrower.

There was no one else in the place this evening. Slainte, a white-haired old troll of a man with abnormally developed arms, came over to see if they wanted anything. Trev-R ordered a bottle of Cthonian whiskey for himself and another of R-thing Cola for the kid. Along with drinks, he ordered two plates of grits and pseudoburgers as a meal. ‘You're buying, kid. O.K.?’

Fantastic.

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