Steward McOy

Steward McOy

Hobbyist writer, attempting to improve. Criticism welcome.

registered at: Jun 26, 2021
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    Participant - MAL x Honeyfeed Writing Contest 2022
    Participant - MAL x Honeyfeed Writing Contest 2023
    Participant - MAL x Honeyfeed Writing Contest 2024

    Hi, I’m Slater. I write stories that pop in my mind, hope you enjoy.
    "Ah, I love being a writer!" - Shizuku Tsukishima, Whisper of the Heart
    They/Them | Writer and Artist Writing "Reborn With my First Love" for the Honeyfeed 2025 Contest Wrote "Pigeon on a Power Line" for the Mal X Honeyfeed 2023 Contest Finalist in the 2022 Contest with, "Are You Real?" Pfp Art by Pit/Sebastian, @vicunyas on twitter
    I'm Bubbles. Currently on hiatus.
    No, I'm not Japanese.
    I mostly write for fun and pleasure, along with entertaining anybody who's generous enough to give my work attention :)
    22, Voice Actress, American. Perpetually residing in a hell of my own creation. My acting work can be found on the home button. I have some short stories and anthologies as well, but I’ve decided to only keep my longer narrative stuff public as of now.
    Seb. Just an artist trying to keep up with his lattest interests!
    Writing Fiction - available for hire https://justanotheradult.carrd.co/
    Heya. I’m Arufa. (No correlation to the main character in Parallel in Two.) I’m also C.T. Kimbrough, but most people knew me as Arufa and that will never change. I write (inconsistently) and draw (inconsistently). My life can be characterized as a series of misfortunate inconsistencies. My latest inconsistency is Half Human, a sequel to Parallel in Two. I want to have it done this summer to show people at college. I do all my own cover art. :)
    I tattoo. Needles, skin, ink—the usual triad of violence and permanence. I stab people for money and they thank me afterwards. I read. I write. The reading is impeccable; the writing is… debatable. Whether it’s good or not depends entirely on your definition of “good”—and more importantly, on whether you’re the sort of person who lowers the bar preemptively or raises it just to watch me trip. I recommend the former. It’s kinder to both of us. What I do is take simple tales—bare-bones, almost insultingly straightforward—and dress them up in so many words, so many detours, so many unnecessary qualifications and parentheticals (this one included), that they start to look complicated. Important, even. It’s a cheap trick, really. Like putting a fancy frame on a stick-figure drawing and calling it art. But if the viewer buys the frame, who am I to complain?