October Leah Ferguson
I am not a professional
I write and art for my own amusement, more hobby than vocation.
I post my writing to the Interwebs because I like to believe billions of people access my musings. I know the reality, which doesn’t matter. Like with my stories, all true and real, some of which have actually happened. The reality doesn’t matter as I travel the mindscape of imagination crafting events creating a universe sitting on top the world I live in, a survival skill I developed as a child.
Some of my stories are composite stories, a meld of similar stories I’ve listened to over the years mixed with my own experiences. We, as a species, share a common thread, which makes these writings not only social commentary, but archetypal, even allegorical.
Short Stories
Lindsey is taken by a serial killer. When he dumps her, she’s still alive – barely. As the people around her fall apart, she must find a way to stand as tall as her broken body will allow.
The manuscript is posted complete.
Lindsey
Makaila
158,000 words. I ofter up a little bit sci-fi, a little bit fantasy. Written in 1999/2000.
Literary fiction/Social commentary in the Kurt Vonnegut Jr. tradition. Posted complete.
Makaila
Ice and Fireformeraly Michael, Antoinette, and Me.
A work in progress: 362,8254 words as of 8/25/2026. Part 35 expected soon.
Set against a sprawling social and emotional landscape, Ice and Fire is a sweeping, multi-layered literary work that follows the intricate journey of its central character, Toby—distinguished by her sharp wit, her unyielding mettle in the face of adversity, and her resilience through every trial.
Clocking in at over 360,000 words so far, the narrative isn't just a breakneck plot sprinting ahead of the reader, but also a sharp, immersive exploration of what humanity hides in the shadows, relationships, and the quiet friction between internal strength and external realities. This work examines the unexamined facades people hide behind as they navigate hardship and identity, balancing raw social commentary with deep character introspection.
Literary fiction/Social commentary.
Ice and Fire
I post my artwork to the Interwebs because wall space is limited.
I never set out to be an artist. I don’t do it for money, so I can say I’m not a professional artist. Over the years, I’ve taken six commissions, four turning quickly into nightmares.
I won’t do commission work. Ever. Again. My art is too important to me.
Art, for me, is meditation. I get lost, lose hours in a work. That, and my art is about ownership. I see something out there and must own it. I create it anew. My art, then, is derivative. Yet, I don’t capture the subject. I render, recreate. I make it my own, something new.
My work is done using Adobe Photoshop CC as a paint program, building color on color with a 40% oil brush. or alsousing Adobe Photoshop CC, create vector-like artwork.
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