Monthly Archives: March 2010
Short Story – Dishes
I was originally just going to use my entry in the TalysMana contest as this week’s story, but my mind apparently wanted to do fiction too. Not that I’m going to complain! Besides, the dishes were dirty…
Dishes
The dishes were dirty again.
Louann stared at them, wishing Marty hadn’t left and wondering why it seemed like the only constant in her life was dirty dishes.
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Short Story – TalysMana.com Contest Entry
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She didn’t realize at first that she was fighting herself.
Part of her loved to tell stories, loved to write, loved to make people laugh or think. That was the part who recounted childhood dreams in excruciating detail to her mother, and who made up stories for other children, gamely trying to incorporate interjections like “the howling of dead bunnies” into the adventures of “Plum, the purple kitten.”
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Short Story – Divinity
Short, but fun I hope! Let me know what you think.
Divinity
The goddess yawned and stretched luxuriously before leaving her sun-kissed dias to investigate the day’s offerings. They were delicious and filling as usual, and she deigned to allow a caress from her priestess as she ate.
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Short Story – Hearing Voices
This one’s a bit dark, but I think it has a good ending…
Hearing Voices
I didn’t realize at first that I was hearing voices. They all sounded like me. More importantly, they all felt like me – my words, my emotions. It made them easy to ignore at first, easy to dismiss as just internal dialog, talking to myself. Nothing abnormal. Nothing scary. Nothing… insane.
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Short Story – The Little Details
As always, I would love to hear what you think of the story. I always have trouble with the titles – do you think this one fits?
The Little Details
The monster had hovered at the foot of Selenica’s bed for most of her life. When she changed rooms, or slept over a friend’s house, or even traveled to a different country with her father, in the morning when she woke up it hovered there at her feet, invisible to all eyes but hers.
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© 2010 Catherine Wechsler, used with permission.
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