With the excitement of Halloween and a wedding I forgot to post a reminder earlier, but indeed, “Double” is now available for free until Friday. I would appreciate downloads and reviews!
After an accident in a test run of a new cloning scanner, a lab assistant finds herself living with her clone. It isn’t easy seeing yourself reflected in another.
A short story about self-love and self-harm.
I should also say thank you to any old followers who stayed with me during the long lull!
“Strong Coffee” promo is over but “Boxcutter” will now be free until next week Thursday. Whereas the former was a paranormal murder mystery, the latter is dystopian horror. Both of these stories were written a long time ago and only recently polished into their final forms, though “Boxcutter” was already quite complete when I gave it that last look before it went up. I wrote the first draft in nearly one sitting based on the idea of a boy who comes from the desert with violence in his wake.
I also have the beginnings of a sequel set in that same arid future land, but no promises. I tend to take my time with stories, and that one needs a lot of work.
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Continue reading ““Boxcutter” promo & welcome to new followers!”
There were some short stories I shopped around but that never found a publisher, and I can’t say I am surprised, since they were all most definitely creepy and designed to make you feel bad. So, I have published them myself on Kindle.
“Strong Coffee” will be free to download until October 21, “Boxcutter” October 23-27, and “Double” from October 31 to November 4, 2016.
Strong Coffee – On Halloween in 1923, a once skeptical professor is forced to seek out a medium to resolve a haunting in her New York townhouse. (4,100 words, murder, supernatural)
Boxcutter – There are monsters out in the desert. Nathaniel finds work in the city, killing them before they’re born, but came from the desert too. (3,300 words, dystopian horror, serial murder, monsters)
Double – After an accident in a test run of a new cloning scanner, a lab assistant ends up living with her clone. A short story about self-love and self-harm. (5,600 words, a reflective story about having sex with your clone; no happy ending)
Circlet Press has published one of my very short erotic stories online! Read it here. It’s about fantasies and cyborgs.
Three 100-word stories that combine modern urban legends and old rural Finnish folklore. Not The Kalevala. Some of the sources for these can be found in Risto Pulkkinen’s Suomalainen kansanusko (2014).
Warning: Horror fiction – deals with domestic abuse and graphic murder.
Three-sentence stories about characters from my longer stories. If I’ve done them right, they should be enjoyable on their own.
Elly’s girlfriend lives inside her head. That doesn’t mean she isn’t real.
In 2009, Crossed Genres published one of my short stories. The period of exclusivity has long since run out, so I re-published it as a stand-alone story.
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The urge to write these can be traced back to Larry_shipa’s fantastic six word stories.
warning: sexual abuse mentioned, horror genre
note: horror genre, mature themes
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Sara felt the warm wetness spread under her back, and remembered joy.
note: horror genre, mature themes
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There are always hungry boys for the hungry girls.
This one is called Silver, named after a horse in a book from the 70s. He has grey eyes and burned-blonde hair and his skin tastes like sunscreen and sweat.
It gets so hot in Melbourne I can almost feel my skin melting. It wouldn’t, though. That’s not true about us. We feel the heat, that’s all. Ice loves corpses. The sun, not so much.
So many things they don’t tell you, the ones who make you and the ones who make up stories about you. Like that years begin to spill like seconds. That they’ll never catch you — they’ll barely even try.
I once woke up with a possum pulling on the tendons of my ankle. I wear a reinforced boot on that foot now. The flesh doesn’t heal. It just isn’t there anymore.
Silver says he wants to die, but really he wants to pretend he’s about to die, that he won’t have to go back to his parents’ house, see the fresh burns on his father’s flesh or hear what his mother has to say about his grades. He wants to think that he won’t grow up bored and ordinary like everyone else. I can let him think that, and in return he makes me feel full, at least for a few hours.
I’m not going to kill him. He’ll find a job and move out and get a door he can shut to keep the world out, and he won’t need me anymore. It doesn’t matter. There will be others.
There always are, their eyes flicking across the pub floor or the dusty road side, looking for me.
A Touch of the Fantastical 