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Please feel free to use any photos I post on .art as , with the following caveats:

1) Please don't sell my actual photos, without a substantial change to the work. I'm fine with use as reference, remixing, glitch-art, etc, for commercial use as long as what you're selling isn't just "my work".

2) You may *not* use my work (or any derivative) for anything related to NFTs or crypto. If you insist on setting the world on fire with your pyramid scheme, do it off your own creativity.

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Hi! I'm Rob, a writer, programmer, pianist and photographer based in south Wales.

My writing has previously appeared at Eurogamer and Unwinnable, and in the British Fantasy Award-shortlisted anthology Tales of Eve, featuring my story In Memoriam.

When I'm not working, I'm a doting catdad to this delightful floof!

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In Memoriam: rob-haines.itch.io/in-memoriam

A free short story about memory, grief, & teaching an AI how to comprehend humanity. Adapted to Twine in memory of my mother.

Approx. a 20-minute read. Please read & RT, and if you enjoyed, consider supporting your local Alzheimers charity.

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I took up photography last autumn as a hobby; I'm still learning the ropes and the best way to use my camera, but these are some of my favourite shots so far:

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The comb is the price of my audience with the sea-witch.

It's a sturdy tool - for all its nacreous beauty - and while it's of no use to me, the witch has a penchant for surface-dweller curios.

I stand before her, trapped between two worlds. Her eyes linger on my scales, my bulbous eyes and translucent gills, my pale almost-human legs dangling awkwardly in the current.

Oh, what I wouldn't give for a singular, perfect, congruous form!

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(I think I'm going to boost Saturday's microfic for the weekday crowd, since weekends seem to be a little quieter round these parts, and the story I posted is one of my favourites so far :D)

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Once I was grown, she had to go; love had delayed her adventure too long, and I blessed her departure with approval and trepidation in equal measure.

The night sky still shimmers in aftermath. I hope she returns, to tell me of where the sky and sea meet, for I share her curiosity as much as I lack her bravery.

Until then, I'll marvel at the shifting lights that throng the heavens and glamour the sea, the wonders that Mother hath wrought.

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I was on my back, cracking oysters, when Mother Otter touched the sky: a ripple through the waters, through the air, like a pebble dropped at the edge of the world.

She'd always wanted to see the horizon; when she swaddled me in kelp, she'd tell me imagined tales of the deep blue; when I fished shining pebbles and little pink starfish from the pale sands, I'd surface to find her gazing into the distance, beyond the shallows which we called home.

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The mermaid flicked her tail and sighed. It had been a stressful week, but now finally in the shade of the trees arching over the river, she was able to relax. Traffic was far away, and she knew she'd have the park to herself - she'd swum in after hours and nobody watched the water ways.

And then, she saw it...

The albino squirrel everyone had been raving about.

She reached for her phone slowly - the prize money was as good as her's.

#TootFic #MicroFiction #Writing #TerylsTales #UrbanFantasy

Since I've had an influx of new followers this weekend, I thought a quick re-introduction would be warranted :D

Hi everyone! I'm Rob, a writer, photographer, catdad and programmer from the south coast of Wales.

I've recently been working on a couple of threads of regular microfiction; if you want to catch up on previous stories, they can be found at:

mastodon.art/@rob_haines/10826
mastodon.art/@rob_haines/10825

You may also enjoy In Memoriam, a mildly-interactive fiction:
rob-haines.itch.io/in-memoriam

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Amidst knotted rope and seaweed net, Syngna offers sanctuary to those who have been cast adrift.

Once, he carried his children in their multitudes, birthed them to swim in the currents of destiny. Now he is older, the curl of his tail a little less robust; he knows the cost of fighting a rising tide.

No violence is permitted within his domain, but you are all welcome, to shelter until you may once more forge your own path through the waters.

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hey buddy look it's like they say: if you can't handle the heat then just let us know ok and we'll open a window or something because it's really important to us that you feel safe and comfortable in the kitchen ♥️

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This watercolour is of the other end of Beesands in South Devon. I really enjoyed painting this one.

Spent a couple of hours curbing the most overindulgent excesses of , mostly saving our raised beds from being overshadowed by lovely self-sown flowers.

So now I'm sitting in the sun with a cup of tea, about to dive into the last hour of Adrian Tchaikovsky's Shadows of the Apt!

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Rob Haines is a creative writer who regularly posts short fiction and microfiction, often with sci-fi or fantasy themes. You can follow at:

➡️ @rob_haines

Haines has a Tumblr page at robhainesauthor.tumblr.com

#RobHaines #Writing #Author #Authors #ShortStories #MicroFiction #TootFic #SciFi #Fantasy #Fiction

I'm absolutely delighted with how today's microfic came out. I hope everyone else enjoys it too :D

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"Born between two worlds, heir to both," the sea-witch says, her tentacles splayed. "Are you certain you wish to bind yourself to one?

I nod; my lips aren't made for speech. I long to swim the reef, to float in the blue, in the body I wish fate had granted me.

"Let it be so," she says; her magic sweeps my flesh, and reshapes me from the waist down.

I burst from her grotto with sweeps of my new tail, as the comb floats gently to the white sand.

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The comb is the price of my audience with the sea-witch.

It's a sturdy tool - for all its nacreous beauty - and while it's of no use to me, the witch has a penchant for surface-dweller curios.

I stand before her, trapped between two worlds. Her eyes linger on my scales, my bulbous eyes and translucent gills, my pale almost-human legs dangling awkwardly in the current.

Oh, what I wouldn't give for a singular, perfect, congruous form!

(1/2)

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Enthroned on long-dead coral, dorsal spines erect, Abyssalia reigns over the chill beneath the thermocline.

Her augurs warn of the growing heat of the surface waters, and she knows her fate leads into that unfathomable warmth, to lead her army to war, else all life perish.

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‘I want to see dragons,’ he said, gazing longingly through the scrying mirror. ‘I want to see fire and wind, and feel the sun on my face. Do you understand?’

She didn’t, but she wanted to. She stitched the wings of a raven to a crawling lizard, and filled it with the cold spark of her heart. She held it out to him; it leapt from her hands to his, and clacked its jaws at him cheerfully.

‘What’s this?’ he asked.

‘A going away present.’

‘I love you, mum.’

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I've been struggling for a while with balancing creativity and my day job (which unfortunately uses the same creative/analytical parts of my brain as writing longer pieces), but it turns out microfiction still feels manageable and fulfilling.

I don't need to climb the whole wall; sometimes it's okay just to feel the friction between my fingertips and the rock.

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I'm not here to work 40 hours a week to increase the GDP of the country or increase stock prices.

I'm here to spend nights staring at the 100 billion stars of the Milky Way. I'm here to watch thunderstorms unleash their majestic power. I'm here to watch sunsets and sunrises. I'm here to feel the cool breeze on a summer's day. I'm here to learn and to understand. I'm here as a way for the universe to contemplate itself.

Having a chill morning off, so obviously I'm getting excited to write some more microfiction :D

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Enthroned on long-dead coral, dorsal spines erect, Abyssalia reigns over the chill beneath the thermocline.

Her augurs warn of the growing heat of the surface waters, and she knows her fate leads into that unfathomable warmth, to lead her army to war, else all life perish.

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