EK's Star Log

| Did you know Drabbles are no longer welcomed on Medium? My Daily Drabbles are now here on Blogger because Drabbles are no longer allowed on Medium - this link tells you what Medium changed and where you can go if you are a drabble writter looking for a platform that still allows Drabbles - there are not many - most platforms do NOT allow 100 word stories! Medium used to be the number one place for publishing drabbles and getting paid for tthem, but as of April 4, 2025 Medium has banned drabbles from distribution. Full details HERE | LGBTQAI+ FICTION | The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane | TransMan MC | Snow fell on silk tents, a fiction short story poem A Pink Necromancer Fiction Short Story Poem Art made by me using Bing Copilot. Wondering how I make these images? Here is how I write the prompts. ꧁✨🌸🔮🦄🔮🌸✨꧂ 🌸🦄🌸 The following story is part of a long running Furry Yaoi MPreg Fiction series about Elves and Faeries and Satyrs and Demons and Unicorns and Techno...

Pickling Perfection The air inside the BioDome was crisp and fragrant, carrying the tangy aroma of dill mingled with the fresh, watery scent of cucumbers. Rows upon rows of leafy green plants stretched out, their soft shadows dancing under the glowing artificial sun.  Quaraun reclined on a pink velvet lounge, surrounded by frilly pink silk cushions, his usual pink parasol poised in one hand while he sipped black tea from a porcelain cup painted with pink roses. “Glinta, you’re bruising them!” he snapped, watching GhoulSpawn fumble with a particularly large cucumber. “I’m not bruising them!” GhoulSpawn retorted, his tone exasperated as he carefully placed the cucumber in the wicker basket by his side. His green velvet coat was rolled up to his elbows, and a smudge of dirt marred his glasses. “You’re the one who insists I do this by hand. We could use a harvesting machine, you know.” “And deprive you of learning proper care for the plants?” Quaraun huffed. “You are my apprentice, not...