Author: Marc

Hello! I write stories about queer orcs and their adventures in a politically-torn and magically-scarred region.

Trans-Galactic Bike Ride Kickstarter – Live! Plus a story excerpt!

Hi everyone! I’m so excited to share that the Kickstarter Campaign for the Trans-Galactic Bike Ride, a Queer Feminist SFF anthology, is now live! This anthology features stories from a ton of awesome writers, all centering on transgender characters. Please check it out!

My short story, “Rovers,” is also included in this collection. Here’s an excerpt from the beginning of the story, which follows a courier named Fetch as he bikes from Community to Community.


Outside the frame of what was once Oldfather Hall in Lincoln, Nebraska, Fetch loaded letters, packages, and supplies—gathered from hours of digging through abandoned homes and businesses. The correspondence—everything he carried was “correspondence”—stacked high in his cart, and he considered expanding the carriage, but the bigger size made his bike too cumbersome around winding roads or uphill tracks. He tied everything down, instead.

            The people in this Community were friendly enough, he supposed. With the time his rounds took, someone might be dead the next time he returned. The only people he saw more often than twice a year were other couriers—too busy, too rushed to stop and chat.

            He uncapped his canteen and one of the residents poured carbon-filtered water into it. Her name was Liz, he was pretty sure.

            “Thanks,” Fetch said. Liz nodded and set the big pitcher down. “So, did you get the stuff I asked about last time? The testosterone?” He spoke in a quiet voice once he saw her expression shift from neutral to tense.

            “Trust me, Fetch, I advocated as much as I could for you,” she said. He deflated and she patted his shoulder with a tight smile. She always seemed so uncomfortable with him. “I know it’s hard, but medicine’s tough. Any factories these days are geared for, well, life-saving drugs.” He shook her hand away.

            “Right. Sure. See you.” Never mind. Before the wells ran dry, before the mines all collapsed, they hadn’t quite gotten to trans folks’ needs yet. The many still voted on the needs of the few today.

            Fetch went back to his bike, where a couple of kids pointed at the solar panel on its motor. He shooed them away, saw their sad faces, and decided to talk to them to sate his guilt.

            “How fast does it go all charged up?” one kid said.

            “Twenty miles per hour or so,” Fetch said.

            “Why don’t you have a partner like the other couriers?” the other kid said. Fetch remembered the peculiar looks he got from people whenever he visited Communities, or even bumped into other couriers. Remembered that feeling of walking just beside his body, never aligning with it. It hurt—all of it.

            “I just like the solitude,” he said. He strapped on his gear—leather pants, boots, jacket, elbow and knee pads, gloves, helmet. A survival dagger at his belt. Legally, it was supposed to be strapped sideways across his back. But these days, the government had no presence. Suits never bothered him.

            Fetch kicked up the stand on his bike, hit the motor’s switch, and sped off. It puttered away towards Des Moines with a hum and a shake.


Thank you for reading! Again, if you’d like to check out the Kickstarter to support this awesome publication, you can view it after this link.

The Life of Lou Project

I’m happy to share a project I’ve been working on over the course of the past couple months, all dedicated to Louis Sullivan. Lou was one of the most important figures in transgender history, and his activist work is why we separate gender identity and sexual orientation today. He’s also one of my personal heroes.

The Life of Lou Project aims to trace his life from birth to death, and collect all of his published writings. Future goals include creating a geographical and relationship map based on his letters and postcards, transcribing key diary entries, and keeping an archive of all the newsletters for FTM International, the support group Lou founded.

For now, I have collected his works from Metamorphosis Magazine and GPU News, as well as two of the three editions of Information for the Female-to-Male Crossdresser and Transsexual. I also have made a timeline of his early life, with timelines for his transition and later life oncoming.

This project was initially a semester-long assignment for a class I’m taking, but I intend on working on this for the long term. Please give it a look!

Exciting News!

Oh wow, this update has been a long time coming. Rest assured that I haven’t forgotten this website; the Art page has gotten a load of new pieces for your viewing pleasure, and I have also made additional (minor) edits to the About page.

But more importantly–and far more excitingly–I’m delighted and honored to announce that my short story, “Rovers,” will be published in the upcoming book Trans-Galactic Bike Ride, edited by Lydia Rogue and published by Elly Blue Publishing. The next step will be to Kickstart the book, though the team will also respect and support Kickstarter United’s ongoing fight, too. There will be more information on that later! For now, here’s the cover of the book–it looks awesome. And here’s a little about “Rovers,” as well:

“Rovers” follows Fetch, a courier in a post-apocalyptic world. In his dangerous but critical job, he rides lonely roads between Communities, avoiding hyperstorms, raiders, and the mutants that stalk the night. He sticks to himself, preferring the solitude to biking for days with someone who doesn’t get him. Then, while out on a job, he meets Den–an injured man in need of a lift to the scaffolds of civilization. Fetch hates cliches, but he soon realizes that meeting Den will change his life forever.

Once the Kickstarter launches, I’ll publish an excerpt from “Rovers” for y’all to check out.

As always, thank you for checking in, and take care!

– Marc

Art page added

It’s been a very long time since I’ve updated this site or posted anything; part of the reason is because my personal life has been very busy. I’m still writing and drawing, but the vast majority of what I’ve made has been traditional, and my scanner is on the fritz. 

That said, I still made an art page to make myself a little more accountable to this site in particular. The link to my off-site gallery is still available, so I’m being more selective in what I post here. Anyway, you’re welcome to view my art by clicking this link, or using the navigation bar up top. 

The Collector, pt. 3

During the night, Rokag saw her parents vanish for seemingly no reason. In her panic, she shouted while she searched for them, but nobody answered except her neighbor, Tabris. Knowing far more about the Fair Folk and their ways, he takes it upon himself to navigate the other side with Rokag, and help her find her family.

This is a modern alternative universe about Finn, Agrat, Rokag, and Tabris. It’s a longer one, so it’s posted in three separate parts.

Word Count: ~5300 (of ~13,500)
Rating: PG
Warnings: None

In the morning, Tabris walked over to Rokag’s home and rang the doorbell. Inside, she snored softly. Only after did it ring a second time did Jacques perk up, stare at the door with concern, and jump off. The tinkling of the bell on his collar disturbed Rokag from her dream, and she opened her eyes. Then, without thinking, she sat up and tossed her comforter aside. She checked her parents’ room, and saw that they hadn’t yet returned. With a frown, she realized that this would be more difficult than she imagined.

Once she pulled on a hoodie, she answered the door. There stood Tabris, wearing his usual clothing—save for a leather wristband with a flat piece of iron shaped like an oak leaf, and a silver ring on his thumb.

“Ready to go?” she said.

(more…)

Buy me a coffee?

The link to my Ko-Fi account has been on my Links page for some time now, but I think it’s worth its own post here. If you enjoy my work and would like to support me, consider sending $3 my way! I also take small commissions via this method–if you buy three coffees ($9) for me, I’ll draw a black and white headshot of whatever character you want. Just be sure to include a link to a visual reference of some sort in your message to me, as well as a way to contact you. All headshots will be posted there when I’m finished.

As always, thank you for your continued support!

The Collector, pt. 2

Rokag notices that her fathers have been behaving peculiarly for days. Each morning they wake up exhausted, as if they’ve been out all night, but neither recall doing anything but sleeping. They snap at each other, things go missing, semiprecious stones accumulate, and her parents smell of tobacco, though neither of them smoke. At a loss, Rokag tries to get through her day-to-day life.

This is a modern alternative universe about Finn, Agrat, Rokag, and Tabris. It’s a longer one, so it’s posted in three parts.

Word Count: ~3700 (of ~13,500)
Rating: PG
Warnings: None

Rokag returned much later that evening. Her basketball practice got finished late, and by the time she got home, Finn and Agrat were already there. As soon as she saw their cars parked in the driveway, he tightened her jaw and steeled herself. She walked only the slightest bit slower, preferring to lengthen her time between arriving at home in the bus stop and actually walking into the front door. She touched the hood of Agrat’s car, then Finn’s. Both were still warm. As she approached, she braced herself for loud, angry voices, but heard none.

(more…)

The Collector, pt. 1

In the modern world, cities have expanded and grown, replacing forested or otherwise natural spaces. Fair Folk once thrived, only to be overtaken by parking garages and strip malls. Their quieted presence made mortals forget their existence–as well as how to avoid the wilier ones. Most mortals, in fact, dismiss tales of the Fair Folk as “fairy tales” or simple folklore. Finn is one such person, and doesn’t even realize just how big of a mess he’s found himself trapped in.

This is a modern alternative universe about Finn, Agrat, Rokag, and Tabris. It’s a longer one, so I’m gonna post it in three parts.

Word Count: ~4300 (of ~13,500)
Rating: PG
Warnings: None

Finn sat up in the middle of the night for no apparent reason. He blinked and looked at the clock with its glowing, blue LED numbers. 3:17 AM. He felt no nagging headache or pain, and remembered dreaming about nothing frightening or uncomfortable. He felt rested. Clear in his thoughts. He swung his legs over the edge of his mattress and urged his feet into his slippers.

The shifting and crinkle of the sheets woke Agrat. He turned over and looked at Finn’s back.

“What’s up?” he said. Finn looked back at him.

(more…)

The Fox and the Flame

Suffering as mortals know it did not exist until the creator god, Bakthua, plucked his eyes to give to his children. People suddenly began dying forever, and felt pain in ways they never thought possible. Yet despite their turmoil, nothing truly mattered–you were born, you were hurt, and you died. The brother god, Geldorg, as he wandered through our world to see it for himself, had yet to realize the futility of it all. It was only when he met a truly evil orc, Gordūn, does he learn the difficulty of mortal life.

Word Count: ~3500
Rating: PG
Warnings: Descriptions of violence

When Bakthua plucked his eyes and gave one to each of his children, the shout that tore from his throat shattered the sky. So great was his pain, it escaped his essence. Even the labor pains he suffered to create the world could not match what he experienced then.

His suffering trickled out of the divine realm and into our world. And suddenly, all living beings, too, felt hurt. We felt the first pangs of hunger, the numbness of depression. The ache of aging and the stammering of terror. For a time, nobody knew how to cope, and all creatures did whatever they could to ease their pain. The wise invented medicine, and used parts of herbs or animals to manage their hurt. Some concocted elixirs and brews to quiet the buzzing anxiety in their minds, or grant them the energy they lacked. But not everyone could create what they needed. The kind-hearted gave their inventions away to whoever needed them, while the clever traded for what they wanted. The cruel devised a way to get more from their creation than what they put into it, and only more people hurt as this became the new way of life. A great many died, and we call this the first war. All beings, even today, fight to control their pain, and it is a battle that even Rek’gor sees no end to.

(more…)