Posts Tagged "short fiction"

Guided Breathing Exercise: Being Mindful of the Succubus in Your Bedroom

by on Nov 4, 2014 in Short Fiction | 3 comments

Steal the Spotlight Winner (Demons) 222 WORDS Breathe in breathe out. Nothing else works. Not crying, screaming, praying or punching. Not the knife. Not even the gun. Breathe in breathe out. Don’t stop. Don’t let the silent space exist. Make the stillness at the top of the in-breath short. And that other quiet place at the bottom of the out-breath no more than a flash. Just lie still. Be aware of your body. Don’t relax. Don’t sink into the softness of the bed. Breathe in breathe out. Don’t look directly at her. When you do she moves into the periphery. But if you focus on the stained spot on the ceiling you can see her. Naked and voluptuous. Long ringleted hair. The...

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The Fitzpatrick Solution

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Steal the Spotlight Winner (Science Gone Wrong) 250 WORDS At thirteen, Elmira Fitzpatrick first posted details of her robots online. The code for her cooperative systems was brilliant. By fourteen, she was being wooed by toymakers, universities and governments. Elmira refused them all. She usually didn’t leave the house. She had panic attacks and was still mostly deaf from the drone strike that took her parents. Elmira liked solitude and routine. Every morning she watched the news with Auntie. …drone strike this morning took out a military facility in… Then Elmira ducked into the garage to work. ’Bots skittered over her like eager mice. Soon everything felt right again....

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When a Crossroads is a Corner

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Steal the Spotlight Winner (Hellhounds) 247 WORDS One bark from the black dog on the corner will bring the rest of the litter running. A howl will summon its masters, the men in red. The most it ever does is growl. § There were always stories about escapees. The men in red threw anyone caught telling one to the black dogs, their hunting hounds, to show the rest of us how we’d end up if we chanced it. But they never stepped in ’til the story was told, and never called the teller a liar. They’re cunning like that, the men in red. I should have guessed, but I didn’t, so now I’m a story too. To the damned I left behind I might be free or I might be dogmeat, and between...

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Whispering Waters

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Steal the Spotlight Winner (Sea Monsters) 250 WORDS It’s not real. It took a whole week to convince yourself, a week to drown out the whispers from the dripping sink and the coffee machine. Your steaming mug isn’t talking to you, honest. By the time the work week is over you’re convinced you’re safe. As you leave the office and step into the parking lot, a quick glance at the lake behind the building proves your denial is correct. It was never there. That strange, shadowy figure that followed you home through every rain storm isn’t there, and it certainly had never been outside your window staring in. Still, you can’t help but clutch your keys between your fingers like...

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Stone Woman

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Steal the Spotlight Winner (Banshee) 230 WORDS When you cut into a stone, do you know what it does to me? I’m part stone, you see, and part emotional memory, I am a banshee, a woman who was hung from a tree, because my husband was fucking another woman and I tried to kill him— I sit outside your house, with my toaster in my lap and antennae over my head, keeping track of transmissions, listening to the news, hoping for my big break, to come into your house, where I am uninvited, but where I shall invite myself, when the frequencies are right— I can see her face, the way she turned away that night, under the white moon, and I thought about killing her, the way she smiled...

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