Vincent Lore [Coffee]

@vincentlore

Self-published author of Lovecraftian and gothic horror featuring trans man protagonists. But I write whatever I feel like.

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Vincent Lore [Coffee]@vincentlore· 29d

#HorrorWritersChat Trans led horror short stories! Come get your trans led horror short stories! They're free! Gaslamp fantasy x gothic horror, Cthulhu Mythos noir and a gothic murder mystery! Come meet my boys! vincentlore.itch.io

Trans man led horror by Vincent Lore
Three book covers on a greenish background. From left to right they are Friend of the Damned, Lock the Last Door, and Honoria A Runner Owen Short Story

Vincent Lore [Coffee]@vincentlore· 29d

Hi, I'm Vincent, I'm a disabled trans guy who writes about trans guys (mostly). You can get my stuff easiest on itchio. Three free horror short stories starring trans guys and one novella that is neither. Come see? vincentlore.itch.io

Old school sword and sorcery novella
50+yo MC
Grief and defiance
Evil magic
Gods and beasts
The past is not dead...
Ancient ruins
Body horror
Violence!
Big crocodile

Vincent Lore [Coffee]@vincentlore· Jul 11

Sell your book in five words or fewer: Old warrior man defies everything.

Cover for Island of the Baboon God, featuring an illustration of a baboon skull

Vincent Lore [Coffee]@vincentlore· Jul 11

CW for gore I've shared an earlier version of this before but the last line always makes me laugh. From Island of the Baboon God, my old school sword and sorcery novella

“You’re not Leukos,” Freyjrulf said. He tried not to sound too disappointed.
His words were ignored. “Barbarian bastard! You who scorn the gods, defiling the lands where you walk! The disease of your beliefs will not be spread to another land! All those who stand before the will of the true king will be stricken from the face of reality itself-”
Freyjrulf’s hand snapped behind him, grasping one of the fangs of the skull. With a jerk and a crack, it freed itself into his hand. Freyjrulf threw the fang with all his strength. The speaker’s face crunched, cartilage and
bone shattering as the fang buried deep into the flesh. Blood drooled down the exposed flesh, the sword tumbling from the man’s hands as he raised them uselessly towards his face. He died gurgling before he hit the ground.
Perhaps, Frejyrulf considered, he lost his temper.

Vincent Lore [Coffee]@vincentlore· Jul 11

#BacklistSaturday Honoria is a gothic murder mystery in a gaslamp fantasy world of eternal night. Owen, a prince's servant, is sent to investigate a housewife's mysterious death. Can he find the truth without anyone discovering his identity? vincentlore.itch.io/honoria

Cover for Honoria A Runner Owen Short Story featuring a woman's silhouette with a red spot behind her. The text is pale yellow, the same color as the leaf and skull borders on top and bottom of the cover

Vincent Lore [Coffee]@vincentlore· Jul 10

A young man tells of being locked in a room with strangers and ghosts A hardboiled detective walks into an eldritch house of horrors A prince's servant investigates a housewife's murder Three horror stories, free on itchio vincentlore.itch.io

Trans man led horror by Vincent Lore
Three covers on a pale green background. From left to right they are Friend of the Damned, Lock the Last Door, and Honoria: A Runner Owen Short Story

Vincent Lore [Coffee]@vincentlore· Jul 9

#SummerOfStories Prince Aurum in Runner Owen ❤️ silk waistcoats, black trousers with embroidery up the sides, well pressed white shirts, jackets with golden details. Dark jewel tones. He wears loc jewelry, mostly golden, but gems on special occasions. Snippet from Honoria, Aurum and Owen, too

Warm air wrapped around me. I'd feared the humidity would fog my glasses, but the weather cleared by the time I left the Estate. The people I passed scarcely glanced at me, proving my clothes were a wise choice. A
streetwise Runner I looked, all brown and red with cap upon my black hair, my red waistcoat well cared for. It is a very different job to be a city Runner than a nobleman's, after all. And to draw attention could disrupt the entire investigation.
"I don't like to send you alone," my prince had said, "with not even Sir Hepatica to protect you, should you encounter the workers of the Night Gods."
"I need no protection this time," I had protested.
“You don’t know that,” he had said. Even now, as I write this false letter, I can see him, standing by the fireplace. His dark brown skin was warmed by the light of the flames, the charms wrapped around the dark locs of his hair glowing faintly with protective magic, black beard well-trimmed, black eyes staring at me. At me, at me, at only me.

Vincent Lore [Coffee]@vincentlore· Jul 4

#SummerOfStories I can't share the actual climax or the events that led up to it but I'd say this part in Island of the Baboon God is pretty intense! CW animal harm, violence and gore

Freyjrulf turned. The god-beast stuffed a dead monkey’s tiny body into its mouth, bones crunching bone and fur, swallowing before snatching up another of its worshipers. Freyjrulf stared, horror slowing his mind.
Man and beast alike prayed to it, yet it devoured them all so carelessly. No wonder they fled to the mainland.
A soft hand touched his arm, and he felt his growing rage oddly soothed. Freyjrulf did not look over his shoulder, for the youth’s breath
brushed hot against his ear.
“Destroyer?” the youth said, and chuckled. “My destroyer, what do you have to fear but me?”
Freyjrulf grinned.
“This is him?” he said. “This is the god who betrayed my ancestors?”
The god-beast turned, bits of flesh still clinging to its teeth.
Freyjrulf laughed.
“Let me show you personally, ancient one, what I do to gods!”
The muzzle split open, wings flaring with red and yellow beneath the dirt. It screamed, splatters of bloody foam ripping from its mouth. That bloody hand swung towards him, and Freyjrulf was ready.

Vincent Lore [Coffee]@vincentlore· Jun 30

Current WIPs as of today #amwriting

Current WIPs
PSI 2: still untitled. Novella length Cthulhu Mythos noir story with dual POV: white non-passing trans guy and black cis woman, stuck in a hotel controlled by an eldritch god-worshipping crime lord.
Made with Love: working title. Cozy fantasy romance short story set in 80s cartoon inspired world. Heroic ex-princess trans guy is preparing for a visit from his ex, but a mischievous villain keeps interrupting. HFN, part of a larger series.
Erotica short story (yet to be decided)

Vincent Lore [Coffee]@vincentlore· Jun 30

Fuck it, promo time Hi, I'm Vincent and I write fiction about trans guys. Like gothic horror? Gaslamp fantasy? Murder mysteries? Cthulhu Mythos noir? I got you covered with three free short stories: vincentlore.itch.io 💙📚 📚🏳️‍⚧️

Cover for Lock the Last Door, a Cthulhu Mythos short story

Cover for the short story Friend of the Damned

Vincent Lore [Coffee]@vincentlore· Jun 28

#JuneJottings I've shared this before but I'll share it again. This line defines Lazarus' relationship with Harlan imo. From my outline for PSI 2... I really hope I can keep it in the final version!

"Not this again," Lazarus says softly.
"I'm not letting that go," Harlan says. "I'll never let that go. Pray I'll let you go after I'm done with you."
"There aren't many gods I can pray to for that, are there?" Lazarus says
Harlan smirks, leans down towards Lazarus, who flinches back in his chair, and says, "I could be your god, if you wanted."
Lazarus swallows hard

Vincent Lore [Coffee]@vincentlore· Jun 28

#LateNightWrite Island of the Baboon God is half off for Itchio Summer Sale. It's an old school sword and sorcery novella, a brutal dark fantasy story with an old man MC, a giant crocodile, and evil magic. vincentlore.itch.io/freyjrulf-1

Island of the Baboon God
The aging warrior Freyjrulf travels to an abandoned island in search of an ancient artifact. But more awaits him than mere ruins... Can he find the Artifact before the Tyrant's mage does?

Vincent Lore [Coffee]@vincentlore· Jun 20

Copy pasting my PSI 2 WIP notes from Tumblr because I'm lazy They aren't the only Masks (yes that name was used on purpose iykyk) they're just the ones relevant for my current WIP Nothing is set in stone yet tho. I need to do a lot more research...

Working on adding new characters to Harlan's group:
Black siblings, older sister and younger brother. Both college educated. Their father worked for Harlan when he was an up and coming criminal, and when he retired, Harlan paid for his kids' education as a thanks. They are what Lazarus thinks of as "good people": cis, straight, educated, and socially accepted by their peers.
They are two of Harlan's Masks, people who do the work Harlan can't or doesn't want directly connected to him. The sister shows up in this story. She normally has a major role with the employees at the primarily black locations Harlan owns, but Harlan wanted to speak to her in person tonight after dealing with (the plot).

Vincent Lore [Coffee]@vincentlore· Jun 20

Here's one I haven't promoted in a long long while: Friend of the Damned, my first Runner Owen short story! What really happened at the Glint Hall Hotel that frozen night? Owen Rosedown writes a letter explaining it all... vincentlore.itch.io/friend-of-th...

Trope map for Friend of the Damned
Gothic horror x gaslamp fantasy
Spiritualism and mediums
Women's wrongs
A letter to the villain
Small but diverse cast
Trans MC
A mysterious scent
Dogs...?

Vincent Lore [Coffee]@vincentlore· Jun 18

Hi #WeeknightWriters it's Vincent once again, trans man author of trans man led fiction, mostly. My current WIP is my next Cthulhu Mythos short story and you'd think that would be easy to write, right? Right?

Vincent Lore [Coffee]@vincentlore· Jun 17

No context, just them.

Lazarus, sitting down. Harlan stands behind him, a hand on the back of the chair or bench. Lazarus doesn't look at him.
"Cigarette?" Harlan says.
Lazarus says, "You know I don't smoke."
Harlan chuckles. He leans down, wraps an arm around Lazarus, and snaps the lighter on in front of his face.
Harlan husks in Lazarus' ear, "Humor me."

Vincent Lore [Coffee]@vincentlore· Jun 17

In Island of the Baboon God, there's the Artifact, an item of great power created by the Ancients. What does it look like? What does it do? No one knows but the tyrant king sent his mage to get it so the hero has to find it first. Cue adventure!

Freyjrulf looked out into the night, at the moon, at the waves.
“Where could he find one of these artifacts?” Freyjrulf said.
Oathiel and Keener glanced at each other, matching hesitant faces, matching looks to their mother’s.
“The scouts and infiltrators say the same as our lorekeepers,” Oathiel said. “It is believed one hides on an island, the nearest one to our shores.”
Freyjrulf tilted his head. “Papiodyas?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve heard of that place,” Freyjrulf admitted. “But not of what could lie upon it.”
“It’s about three days, and three nights from here, by boat,” Oathiel said. “Lorekeepers claim the residents were cursed, transformed into monsters or wild beasts. But it’s been centuries since any settlement remained there. Who can say what is the truth?”
Keener licked her lips. “The locals by the shore claim a god lives there, even now. They hear screams and howls in the night, even from the
distance of the sea.”
Freyjrulf raised his eyebrows. “Really?”
“Yes,” she said. “And it kills anyone who dares step foot upon the island.”
Freyjrulf’s faint smile faded fast as it appeared. “How can you be sure there is anything of worth there?”
Oathiel took a breath. “Reports claim the Tyrant sent a small caravan towards the coast. The mage Leukos is at its head. There is no place of notice in these parts, nothing worthy of a mage’s personal attention. Nothing but the chance of the artifact.”
“So you say,” Freyjrulf nodded. “So I will find.”

Vincent Lore [Coffee]@vincentlore· Jun 11

Slow news day? (I wish.) #WeeknightWriters

A screenshot of the trending section on bluesky. Weeknight Writers is number 2, for some reason.

Vincent Lore [Coffee]@vincentlore· Jun 10

Well, they aren't together yet but the yearning between Owen and Prince Aurum could kill someone. From the beginning and end of my short story Honoria, hope it's okay to share

"I don't like to send you alone," my prince had said, "with not even Sir Hepatica to protect you, should you encounter the workers of the Night Gods."
"I need no protection this time," I had protested.
“You don’t know that,” he had said. Even now, as I write this false letter, I can see him, standing by the fireplace. His dark brown skin was warmed by the light of the flames, the charms wrapped around the dark locs of his hair glowing faintly with protective magic, black beard well-trimmed, black eyes staring at me. At me, at me, at only me.

Warm gloved fingers cupped my cheek. My gaze met the prince's, his dark eyes warmer and brighter than any flame. He knelt beside the fainting couch, closer to me than modesty might permit. But we were alone, and not
even you could bear witness to this moment. My foolish heart skipped as my gaze, briefly, fell upon his lips.
"You could've been killed," he said.
I looked away. My hand reached up, almost on its own, and wrapped around his wrist.
"Would it have been the first time?" I said, looking back.
The prince sighed.
"No," he said. "But now you are mine. And what would I do without you?"

Vincent Lore [Coffee]@vincentlore· Jun 10

#QueerPrompts For my latest PSI short story, I researched hotels in New England around or before 1931. Couldn't find much I could directly use, including floor plans, so I took inspiration from this image and made my own. Source in alt text, it's from Wikipedia.

A black and white drawing of a boxy, three story hotel with horse drawn carriages in front.

Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:1880_Belmont_hotel_GloucesterMA_Hill_Nevins.png

Vincent Lore [Coffee]@vincentlore· Jun 7

#LGBTQWriteAThon This is kind of cheating since its from my outline vs an actual draft on top of many other things but uh. I really like this part. If you enjoyed Lazarus and Harlan in Lock the Last Door you're really gonna like this next story!

Vincent Lore [Coffee]@vincentlore· Jun 7

Going with vibes today #WIPSnips From Island of the Baboon God, a sword and sorcery WIP. Freyjrulf has a vision! It's creepy.

The thunderous drums of his own heartbeat echoed in his ears. Black fog appeared in the corners of his vision. He was getting too angry. Taking a heavy breath, he closed his eyes and thought of the one thing that would settle his raging heart.
In his mind, he saw her, his Linwelle, dancing in the summer light, her skirt flaring around her legs as she spun, the smile wide upon her face. He closed his eyes and let himself forget where he was, forget this moment, and enjoy the crystal clarity of the image.
She smiled at him. No longer did she dance beneath the green leaves of his homeland. Now she stood upon the same blood soaked stone he did, her feet and the hem of her skirt stained with gore. She gestured him forward and pointed to somewhere beyond his sight.
Something was wrong with her eyes.
Freyjrulf snapped his eyes open. Stomach churning, he stepped away from the corpses. The vision, whether it be battle madness or sent from beyond, delivered the message despite the chills it gave him. This inner sanctuary must hold more than it appeared.

Vincent Lore [Coffee]@vincentlore· Jun 6

Honoria In a gothic fantasy world of eternal night, Owen is sent by his prince to investigate the suspicious death of a housewife. But not everything is as it seems... A short story about infidelity, manipulation and vampires + mm yearning. vincentlore.itch.io/honoria www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/...

Meme
Owen entering the house Honoria
Screenshot of a nervous looking woman with the text (laughing nervously) what the fuck?

Vincent Lore [Coffee]@vincentlore· Jun 6

#PrideBookFair bundles end soon! On the 8th, in fact. You can get my Cthulhu Mythos noir short story Lock the Last Door + a bunch of other great stuff in bundle #4! Come get your queer books! itch.io/b/3678/pride...

Pride Book Fair 2026 Bundle #4: A Good Day to Pride Hard
Only Dark Edges Katie L Caroll; Winds of Destruction Karen Lykkebo; A Life in Too Many Margins S E Thomson; A Love Less Travelled E H Timms; A Touch of Unicorn Magic Kit Muse; Act Like This Isnt Normal Vin Kiva; Adamere in Swan A P Howell; Afterlight Tana Welsummer; Between Me You Moonlit Sea Linn Silver; Child of the Sun Audrey Simmons; Commit to the Kick Tris Lawrence; Crystal Gunslinger Oliver Laws; Dark Heart of Ilmoure Cara N Delaney; Darker Worlds Argento nox; Errant Wings S Jean; Fattening Fantasies FatFuckingFox; Fimbulvinters Fires A M Weald; Firewinds Accord David J Stuart; In Pursuit of M Lachance J W Croemner; Lock the Last Door Vincent Lore; Lust and Found Sylvie Helstaff; Manipulators War Elise Carlson; Mermans Delight Skyler Nightshade; Moth Woods Amara Lynn; Physical Magic William C Tracy; Sweet And Wild Alex Larkspur; The Dark Side of Super Matthew Siadak; The Dragons Keeper Moira Carn; The Fall of the Rose Princess DCS; The Flowers of Time A L Lester.webp' The Fractured Balance N A Soleil; The Lizards Dance Manyface; The Night Fair Pax Asteriae; The Space Ace of Mangleby Flat Larre Bildeston; The WineDark Sea Kris Madigan; Triple Strike G M Gray; Yelen and Yelena C M Rosens

Vincent Lore [Coffee]@vincentlore· Jun 2

#LGBTQWriteAThon I don't know enough actors to answer this question 😅 most of my current WIPs would be better animated. There is Locke Hepatica, however... My tragic vampire musician from Runner Owen, inspired by this guy. I could write a whole book just about him! And maybe I will someday

Vincent Lore [Coffee]@vincentlore· May 27

Awesome questions this week, thank you! Gonna promo something different today #HorrorWritersChat - the Dracula's Anniversary Bundle ends soon! You can get my short story Honoria and a bunch of other vampire tales! Please check it out! itch.io/b/3663/dracu...

Dracula's Anniversary Bundle
Get it on Itchio

28 books for $25
All mature rated

May 14 - May 31st

Vincent Lore [Coffee]@vincentlore· May 25

Ah, might as well. Honoria! It's a mystery short story set in a gothic gaslamp fantasy world of eternal night. Trans guy Owen is sent by his prince to investigate the suspicious death of a housewife... But is everything as it seems? vincentlore.itch.io/honoria

I can't imagine why anyone would name a house that. Honoria, a place of honor, though none existed in that city of terror and none remained in that sad little home. I suppose it sounded nice to the Albrights. Perhaps
they didn't know of its history. Perhaps they didn't care. I care, of course, as do you, oh treasured nemesis. I wonder if any of this would have befallen, if only they’d named their home something else.

The carriage dropped me off at the edge of the neighborhood. Lennox Gardens surprised me, so different it was from the beating heart of the city. So quiet. I could hear the wind rustling the dark newborn leaves of the trees and bushes. Laughing women walked together. Nurses pushed babies in prams. Children played in the street with chalk, tossed small balls, admired
flowers in gardens. Oh the flowers, blooming and glowing in the twinkling crystal light. Their sweet scent carried me down the streets.

Warm air wrapped around me. I'd feared the humidity would fog my glasses, but the weather cleared by the time I left the Estate. The people I passed scarcely glanced at me, proving my clothes were a wise choice. A
streetwise Runner I looked, all brown and red with cap upon my black hair, my red waistcoat well cared for. It is a very different job to be a city Runner than a nobleman's, after all. And to draw attention could disrupt the entire investigation.

"I don't like to send you alone," my prince had said, "with not even Sir Hepatica to protect you, should you encounter the workers of the Night Gods."

"I need no protection this time," I had protested.

“You don’t know that,” he had said. Even now, as I write this false letter, I can see him, standing by the fireplace. His dark brown skin was warmed by the light of the flames, the charms wrapped around the dark locs of his hair glowing faintly with protective magic, black beard well-trimmed, black eyes staring at me. At me, at me, at only me.

Miss Wellstone hesitated, eyes rolling towards the heavens above. She squeezed her bare hands together. She gave me the impression she could not decide if she wanted to be honest or to lie. I expected a lie regardless.

"… Yes," she admitted at last.

"Then I must do as I have been instructed," I said. "And I would do so no matter what. Now, if you please, do let me search the room in question, so I can do my job."

"Now, you look here, boy-" Mr. Albright began, but I interrupted.

"If you throw me out, I will go to the city guard. They will listen to me over you, especially when they see the letter from your only child!"

Silence swept over the room. Mr. Albright’s face flushed bright red. Miss Wellstone’s face twisted into a glare. A look passed between them, the two shifting away from each other as their gaze broke apart. Mr. Albright closed his eyes, and Miss Wellstone bowed her head. I frowned. Did they suspect each other, as I suspected them? One of them must have killed Mrs. Albright… but did one of them do it alone, or did they do it together?

Vincent Lore [Coffee]@vincentlore· May 15

The Dracula's Anniversary Bundle is live! My short story Honoria is in this. You should check it out! itch.io/b/3663/dracu... 💙📚

Dracula's Anniversary Bundle
Get it on Itchio
28 books for $25
Romance, horror, suspense erotica
May 14 to May 31st

Vincent Lore [Coffee]@vincentlore· May 12

Convincing you to read my Cthulhu Mythos noir short story in three memes vincentlore.itch.io/lock-the-las... payhip.com/b/JP4Q0 🩸📚💙

Meme of Woody and Buzz Lightyear with the text scary bubbles scary bubbles everywhere

SpongeBob rainbow meme with the word homoeroticism at the bottom

House on fire in the background with a girl smiling in the front. The girl is labeled Harlan

Vincent Lore [Coffee]@vincentlore· May 12

Lock the Last Door is Cthulhu Mythos noir. PI Lazarus Core's search for a runaway leads to sinister places... 🕵️ Trans MC 📰 1930s 😈 Mob boss rival 🏚️ Abandoned house 🫧 Scary bubbles 🌌 Cosmic horror 👀 Secrets 🗝️ First in a series vincentlore.itch.io/lock-the-las... payhip.com/b/JP4Q0 💙📚 🏳️‍⚧️📚🩸📚🤏📚