David opened the fridge door. With a flicker, the light inside died. David stared at the dark interior for a moment, then laughed, before pulling out the package of sliced turkey and a slice of processed cheese. Not much else was in the fridge: a half-bottle of ketchup, some shriveled…
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This entry is part 9 of 9 in the series The Wandernell
Sorry for the long delay between installments. The next installment will probably be slow in coming, as well, because of events in real life, but I’ll do what I can. ~~~ It occurred to me that it was probably useless to expect real answers out of a madman, but I…
This entry is part 8 of 9 in the series The Wandernell
I took a sip of the tea to distract myself. I had never much cared for tea, and this didn’t change my opinion of the burnt water. I couldn’t ask Aura any of the questions I desperately wanted to without causing a scene, so I sat waiting for someone else…
This entry is part 7 of 9 in the series The Wandernell
I walked carefully, wanting to approach as quietly as possible. At the door I listened. I heard nothing. I felt Aura’s impatience–or imagined she must be impatient. I knocked. A cry answered, not a scream exactly, but a strangled sort of noise. I stepped back and waited, heart pounding. I…
This entry is part 6 of 9 in the series The Wandernell
I thought I could sense the nameless girl in my head considering. I don’t know. It’s a big deal. “I could just call you Girl.” Really? How thoughtful. “I mean, if you didn’t want a real name yet.” She didn’t have to get mad at me. I was trying to help….
This entry is part 5 of 9 in the series The Wandernell
The girl stopped talking. Despite the crashing of clouds and the thunder of the ocean, her voice had been the most distracting and dissonant, like listening to a symphony on earbuds in the middle of Brazilians cheering for the winning goal. A certain peace fell upon me and I felt…
This entry is part 4 of 9 in the series The Wandernell
Once, for reasons beyond my comprehension, I ran a half-marathon. That’s 13.1 miles of running. The .1 matters. I’d trained a little. I could do a 5K without dying. So, the first 3 miles weren’t bad. The second three were tolerable. And then I realized I wasn’t yet half done….
This entry is part 3 of 9 in the series The Wandernell
My hand and arm tingled for a moment, then the sensation was gone. I raised my arm and studied it as best I could in the dark. Lightning flashed non-stop behind me, and the boom and rumble of thunder joined with the rain and sea. In weird shadows I twisted…
This entry is part 2 of 9 in the series The Wandernell
Here it is, part 2, of the craziness that is/will be/should be The Wandernell! Enjoy! ~~~ I turned on the light. What was that beeping? It wasn’t the smoke detector. I didn’t have one of those fancy surge protectors with the battery back-up. The computer was off. I didn’t own a…
This entry is part 1 of 9 in the series The Wandernell
Experiment time — I wrote this as a start to a off-the-cuff, keep-it-moving, stop-thinking-and-write sort of story. I’ve got a few more installments ready and am half-tempted to dedicate my lunch breaks to pumping out this light piece of stream-of-consciousness. Would you read more? If so, tell me! I’ll keep…
I’ve a new short story for you all, but I’d like to share a bit about its genesis and evolution first. (If you don’t care about all that, skip to the end.) Back when The Unremarkable Squire came out, I had a short-lived deal going: submit a review for the book…
Somewhere behind the wall of gray clouds, the sun sets. The wind rises. The grass in the fields outside town thrashes and writhes. The windows are shuttered, the doors locked. Trees bend beneath the oncoming storm, the leaves fleeing in disarray. Beneath the wind is a silence. Within the spasms,…
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