life goal: infamous recluse
So I've mentioned before that I'm pursuing my MFA in Interactive Media and Game Design (is today the day that I write about that? signs point to no). As part of that I've doing projects here and there that I'm going to start writing up and linking because I'm actually really excited about them, but... Continue Reading →
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mDxNxcu2j9k (updated June 14, 2024, with a fixed link!) This is going to be very quick, because I can’t tell it slowly.Your Hand in Mine, We'll Be All Right Back in October of 2021, I recorded a performance of my 2014 flash horror story "Your Hand in Mine, We'll Be All Right" for Flash Fiction... Continue Reading →
Rian Corveau is fifteen years old. He lives about twenty minutes north of the border, speaks French better than he reads it (and he only does around his Quebecois family, anyway), loves hunting better than fishing, and has just had sex for the first time.
It began on a Tuesday. Aliens arrived, in swirling disco-ball orbs that were very shiny, and started laying waste to everything in sight and more than a few things in important bunkers. Munitions were destroyed; surrender was denied; the destruction of the world was both imminent and inevitable.
Sunday school was one of the things that Sam was supposed to pay attention to. His mama walked him to the door every time, which didn’t match what the other parents did; it bothered him. He dragged his feet, trying to get her to stop and go back to her pew, but she thought it was because he didn’t want to go, and just kept moving. It was backward. She was getting it wrong and he couldn’t tell her and she wouldn’t listen anyway.
There was a guy in a suit, big and fancy, a round silver piece on his watch chain that had to be worth at least five dollars all by itself just hanging there like it was nobody’sbusiness, and he was walking along Minnie’s piece of street like there was nothing to worry about on such a fine, fine Manhattan morning.
It was one of the house-party days, the ones when Alex pretended he had a grand salon, a modern-day Algonquin Round Table with himself firmly in the role of Dorothy Parker. Becca had come by, and Sadie, and a few of the old crowd from college and the new crowd from the gallery, before Alex had had to quit. Thom’s role on days like this was, generally, to keep the food coming and provide the occasional set-up lines for Alex’s wit.
“I feel like a stupid American,” Ben says, staring up at the glass pyramid in front of the entrance to the Louvre.
by Anna Katherine Originally published December 2009. “Anna Katherine” is the pseudonym of Anna Genoese and Katherine Crighton; this story is a prequel to the Door-world book SALT AND SILVER, 2009; a flash background piece about one of our side characters. Enjoy! ============ She grew up being told that her mother had wanted to name her... Continue Reading →
Katherine Crighton 