My name's Barb. I write stuff.

Specifically:

Of Monsters and Mainframes

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Of Monsters and Mainframes is a novel about a spaceship who decides to kill Dracula. It's 80,000ish words and came out in June 2025 with Bindery Books.

She's A Doll

She's A Doll is a horror/comedy about a ghost who, in the moment of her death, glued her ectoplasm to a porcelain doll (functionality ain't the best, but aesthetics are on point), and she's not letting go until she's found the man who killed her and returned the favour.

Coming out Fall (the Northern Hemisphere one) 2026 with Bindery Books.

The City of Monsters Duology

The City of Monsters Duology is the story of a city, and the supernatural power struggles within it. Both games are full of paranormal thrills, romance, and choices, both big and small, that will change the course of the city.

These interactive novels are written with choicescript and released via Hosted Games.

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Blood Moon is a 445,000 word interactive novel. Play as a werewolf as you defend your pack against vampires and (if the mood is right) fall in love. Published with Hosted Games.

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Thicker Than is a in development sequel to Blood Moon. Play as a fledgling vampire turned undead lord surviving in the aftermath of a werewolf attack. Schemes, politics, and danger are around every corner. Release date TBD.

Ren'py Shorts

Back in 2023 I wrote and released a handful of short games made with Ren'py. They're free and (in my humble opinion) very fun. Featuring fairies, mermaids, and super powered farm kids.

You can find and download all three games on my itch.io.

I also have a website and a KoFi page which is the best place to support me, if you like what I do.

Thanks for stopping by.

Lawrence Blackwell killed a lot of people, and yes, it was noticed.

Even before the werewolves came to town, his area of the city was awash with missing person posters (there is a reason why the werewolves could get rental property there cheap: no one wanted to live in such a dangerous, crime ridden part of the city). He also kidnapped and enthralled fledglings that weren't resurrected by him. So, not all smilers were Blackwells.

He processed the bodies of humans that didn't turn at his supermarket (why meat there was so cheap), so bodies were rarely discovered, and because his thralls could operate in some capacity during daylight, he hid pretty well...

But he was making waves, big ones, and if the werewolves hadn't destroyed him, it's likely the Night Court would've eventually done it, just to punish him for being so damn unsubtle.

There's no Masquerade in this world but there is common sense, and you don't shit where you eat. Dead humans bring investigations, which courts discovery... and even the oldest vampires can be destroyed by a determined enough human.

Lawrence Blackwell wasn't a small moves, playing it safe, kinda guy. He did big, risky things (like kidnap werewolf cubs) and eventually it blew up in his face. Unfortunately, he did a lot of damage before he went, including to our MC.

They're in the corner, speaking to each other quietly in French... I think they're scheming.

Honestly, right now, I'm just trying to get back to writing again. I've taken a couple of months, letting my brain soupify, and now it's 2026 and I need to remember how to make words go.

"Thicker Than is about vampires," I tell myself, over and over again, as I somehow manage to shoehorn in another werewolf scene.

Loser schmuck vampires are my favourite.

"Who you calling loser? I was a Romanian prince you know!"

"Ce mai faci?"

"See my what?"

"You were a Romanian prince but you don't speak Romanian?"

"That was Romanian? Your pronunciation is horrible."

"Dude."

"Fine. I died in 2019. I don't say that because no one respects a vampire who died in 2019, even though they should. I survived COVID with a blank undead resume. You know how many vampires starved in those lockdowns? So many. No pubs, no clubs, no people stumbling home through the park at night. The fights of the hospital's biohazard bins were wild, let me tell you. Everyone punching each other over a surgical sponge to suck on."

"Horrifying."

"Blood with general anaesthesia isn't the best. Makes you loopy. I passed out a couple of times."

"What happens when a vampire can't find blood?"

"You cease being undead and go back to being regular dead, for good this time. And, on account of the no souls thing, there's no second chance as a ghost or nothing neither. Anyway, I should get going. Need to catch the early morning bus back to the graveyard."

"You sleep in the graveyard?"

"Yep. My current crypt is pretty crowded, two skeletons, two other vampires, a ghost that complains that we're squatting the whole time, even though I'm, like, ninety percent sure neither of the skeletons are theirs anyway. The graveyard staff charge those of us with fangs twenty bucks not to tell the hunters we're there."

"I always figured you vampires live in mansions and stuff, servants at your beck and call, ready to bleed. Guess that's just a stereotype, huh."

"Oh, there are fuck off rich vampires, for sure, but they're not going to lift a finger to help a fledgling. There ain't no undead solidarity, that's for sure. By the way, you owe me twenty bucks."

"No I don't."

"I think you do."

"Are you... trying to brainwash me?"

"One of these nights I'll get that power. Hasn't kicked in yet, but it will. Anyway, catch you later. But wait, before I go, are you done using that bandaid?"

"Jesus Christ dude."