Hollowed Out

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Hollowed Out

When I woke the first time, I lay on a cold stone slab, incense and smoke thick in the air. Robed figures stood in a circle chanting.

Then, nothingness.

Then, a room with sun-colored walls, a single person in a robe, her hood thrown back to reveal pale green eyes, fiery red hair.

“I don’t even believe in….” I look down at my hands, wrinkled and old. I’m 29. Was 29.

“You’re going to be okay. The exorcism was successful.”

But that’s not true, is it? I don’t know if I will ever be okay again.

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This is my entry for Friday Fictioneers, hosted brilliantly as ever by our fearless leader Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. For more fun stories, click the blue frog!

They Came  From the Trees

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They Came From the Trees!

When the alien invasion happened,  it took a long time. Really long. Thousands of years long. By the time human beings noticed something strange, it took several more years for scientists to figure out that the sentient clouds weren’t just pollen or some new bio weapon. They were aliens, and they came in peace.

That’s okay though. In humanity’s defense, it took the aliens thousands of years to figure that trees weren’t actually sentient. They should have been talking to those hairless mammals the whole time.

Everyone makes mistakes.

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When I first saw this image on my phone screen, I thought it was some kind of weird alien tree. By the time I figured out it was an amusement park ride, it was too late. This story idea was born. Everyone makes mistakes, including me, I guess. Not sure if anyone else will find this story as funny as it is in my head. You never know with these things.

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Cracked

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Cracked

They have the picture perfect life on the surface, all smiles and sweetness.

Then one day, the peace is shattered by footsteps, a tentative tapping on a door. Something cracks. A distant door opens. The homeowners slowly, carefully make their way over. You never know who to trust at times like these.

“Who are you?” one asks.

“My car broke down. I was wondering-”

“Come inside. I’ve got you.”

Into this perfect world, beneath its surface, the visitor disappears, never to be seen again.

“I love it when they come to us, mommy.”

“Yes, honey. Me too. Now eat up.”

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IWSG: New Improved Resolutions

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Happy New Year and Happy IWSG Day!

Hard to believe 2018 is here. Not sure about everyone else but here in the Northeast U.S. it’s been super cold and now they’re throwing out scary words like “bomb” to describe the weather. Fortunately, I’m not on the coast but the cold has made getting out of bed and working more difficult.

Not that I really need an excuse.

My main resolution this year is to treat writing like a real job with real hours. I got this idea from a Great Courses lecture I listened to called How to Read and Write About Any Subject. I feel like I’ve made a habit of setting unreasonable goals in terms of deadlines I know I can’t possibly meet, so – for now – more attainable goals in terms of hours a day seem better. That way I force myself to do something while (hopefully) setting up a pattern of success.

Another resolution I’m making now is to more regularly blog. I’m going to say once a week and not just on IWSG Day. Maybe one flash fiction a week. I’ll have to think about that – but I will resolve to do it. Because I have so been neglecting this blog. Okay and true confession I had to take a long break away from social media following a certain presidential election. Because there’s still a part of me that feels like – if not for Facebook and Twitter…. But I need to bounce back. The Internet needs positive voices more now than ever. If not mine, then definitely others. Fight the power and all that.

For now, I’ve been doing a lot of ghost copywriting and also writing romance under Not My Real Name. The idea of putting myself out there is scary. I guess, because I am an Insecure Writer!

How is 2018 going so far? Any resolutions? Any assessment and re-assessment of prior resolutions?

HAPPY 2018!!!