Where’ve I’ve Been: Writing Weird Fiction.

I finally finished my first short story!

So I’ve been gone a while, but I’ve still been writing. I realized that my default genre is weird fiction. I completed my first short story. It’s gone through my peer review. It’s been read by my alpha readers, and finally most of my beta readers.

I believe that writing, like anything else created in the arts is never a perfect thing. It’s not a complete thing. It’s a living thing, and like all living things, goes through evolution.

Creating a story, for me, is like raising a child. If you’re invested in it, and you care for it, you do your best to prepare it for the Big Bad World as best you can, then you send it out there, and hope you’ve done your best.

This is how I feel about my first child. I feel that it’s ready for submission, so that’s what I’m going to do.

Below is an excerpt from that story.

I hope you like it.

I hope it intrigues you.

And I hope you’ll want to read more. I’m already working on my second child, and I’m still laboring over my first full-blown manuscript.

Here we go:

EXCERPT:

shimmerskimming.
by m. a. moore.

I’m laying on the floor in my bedroom. My smart phone’s beside me. My entire body tingles and aches from being in the same position for so long. I ignore it.

I’ll shift over in awhile. Just have to keep an eye on the notifications light on my phone. Its sleek smooth screen gleams in the dim blue light of the room. I’ve kept the shades drawn and the curtains closed for some time now.

●●●

Everything … blends

I dream of my phone. Gently stroking its edges with my finger. Gently. Tenderly. A lover’s caress. I cradle the phone in my hands, staring at it, staring into that deep black glass. And waiting.

I’m waiting for the Shimmer.

I saw it.

I know I did.

I know it wasn’t my mind playing tricks on me. My mind doesn’t do that. Besides, I was still taking my medication back then, I was still clearheaded – I can still remember that …

My girlfriend got me into it.

Shimmerskimming.

That’s what she called it – my girlfriend, Allie. My … ex … girlfriend – now.

Shimmer.

Remember that app? Came out years ago.

It was just a swish of color, flowing across the screen of your smart phone, from top to bottom, as if down swiped by the finger of your lover.

Like all social media apps, it was a simple idea. A simple, effective idea that unassumingly consumed your whole life before you knew it.

END OF EXCERPT.

Constructive criticism and comments are welcome. Negative ones for the sake of being negative, not so much.

I’ll see you soon.

I need to check my phone. I think I saw a notification …

Author: marcwritesmoorewords

Wordsmith, Poet, Drummer, Foodie. Fantasy geek. Movie lover. Theater fan. Lover of good drink, great conversation and women who enjoy both. Striving for balance and clarity and humor as I manage my 5th grade students, my ADHD, my Major Depression, and my recently-widowed mother.