Author name: Ben Hramiak

Preface This one’s about a dark fantasy story I wrote (SEO needs me to put in keywords, shhhh).  Not only is it the new year, but it’s been [looks at calendar] way too long since I posted my last… post (Good grief). Yes, I’ll keep that. I’ll keep this prelude brief, because most of this

I wanted to do something scary this Halloween but I feel more sad than scary. Go read I Have No Mouth and I must Scream. It’s good. (I’ll write more of this later but just go do it, it’s only 13 pages long.) [Me from the next day] Ok forget that. This is what happens

I’m ill while writing this, but I can’t be arsed writing my novella at the moment (not the one this is about), so this will have to do. Be grateful this isn’t a handful of misspelt bullet points followed by, “pffft I dunno”. Even then, I want to get this off my chest, since the

Turns out I have enough bile in me to still be bitter about this one. Ironic, given it’s one of the few stories I have with a light tone. Though, writing this out, there’s little legitimate venom in me. It’s just a disappointment. I know it’s a bit rubbish to say, ‘Well I think it’s

Ironically enough, I had a meltdown the other week. Screaming, crying, the whole shebang. I’m not telling you any more of it because my privacy is my own (said the man writing a blog). I’m fine now, but it’s a wake-up call. I felt drained afterwards, listless, all shallow breaths and wiping my face and

Another ramble about one of my favourite youtubers and my attempt at writing a funny story.

A version of Marta, used in a Pathfinder campaign I’m currently playing in.