#PixiePocolypse

By Tami Veldura

 Best friends Melissa and Anahi attend a fan conference when killer

pixies swarm the building. It's up to Pinkie Pool, Ripley from

Aliens, and a Halo squad to save the day.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Story Prism Studios
• Release date: Oct 5, 2021
• ISBN: 9781941319598

Tami Veldura

Tami Veldura is an enby/aro/ace author of queer fiction. They have published short stories in anthologies Fresh Starts, Hauntings, Love Among The Thorns, Love Is Like A Box Of Chocolates, the magazine Galaxy’s Edge, and they are a contributing member of the scifi magazine Boundary Shock Quarterly. They publish new work every month, crossing every genre, but always featuring queer characters and found families.As S.T. Lynn, they write uplifting, sweet, and tropey fantasy fiction, featuring women front and center. Including fairy tales, elves, magic, and happy endings for young adults and young-at-heart.

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#PixiePocolypse

By Tami Veldura

Melissa sipped her sweet, overpriced boba tea, flicking the tapioca balls that had collected at the bottom with the end of her big straw so they bounced up to the surface, their dark, round shapes peeking at her through the clear lid like a wink before floating back down. Flick. Bounce, wink, fall. Flick. Bounce, wink—Anahi’s shoulder brushed Melissa’s arm and she glanced up, but the line hadn’t moved, Anahi was shifting their weight.

Melissa shifted, too, rolling her shoulders to move the thin-strapped bag the convention had given her. It dug into her skin, weighed down by the con map and schedule, a handful of cheap goodies, and a bottle of soda, also overpriced. Anahi had warned her about bringing her own backpack, and now Melissa understood. They’d spent eighty percent of their time here in the past two days waiting in a line for hours to talk to someone for thirty seconds. The strappy shoulder bag wasn’t cutting it.

The line shuffled forward like a caterpillar, inching in groups of three or five as the next set of fans moved to the front to get their book signed or their blank comic cover drawn on. This line was for Anahi to have their big omnibus comic signed by both the writer and the artist, and they’d been standing here for only a half hour. By the look of things, it would take another hour. Melissa shifted her shoulders again.

It was a lot like Disneyland. The rides were the cherry on a sunday. The rest of the ice cream was spending the entire long weekend with her best friend immersed in their particular niche fandoms where other people celebrated those same esotera rather than calling Anahi an alien or Melissa a nerd.

Melissa sucked a tapioca ball up her straw and chomped on the chewy treat. Anahi took the worst of the bullying between the two of them. They had a weird name, and they were nonbinary—what did that even mean—and Melissa wanted to punch some noses when it came up, but she was never confident enough in the moment. Anxiety always wrapped her heart and chest in a vice and made her lightheaded.

Anahi’s hand on Melissa’s elbow jerked her out of her thoughts. Anahi looked up at her, their eyes clear and attentive. They