Archive for November 19th, 2011

19th November
2011
written by amber

Brain Dead

My brain is dead at the moment. I assumed I would be too.

Somewhere a grey matter photocopier is stitching up the holes in my brain left by the prion attack; somewhere else my body lies, brain pan empty, all systems on hold.

Yet here I am. Where, I don’t know. Why, I don’t know.

This place, well, it isn’t heaven. No puffy white clouds, no harp music, but on the other hand, no eternal flames, no screaming and gnashing of teeth.

The best description I can come up with is a land of synesthesia. There are things to see here, but I smell them instead. The feeling of solid ground beneath my feet has transformed into a deep sound vibrating through the colour my body has become.

And I’m not alone. I taste others, I reach for them and float away from the low rumble toward a soft purple embrace, a flute trill of recognition. Cinnamon bliss. This is the reality behind the facade, a reality which our brain prevents us from perceiving. I could play here forever.

***

“Wake up, Mr. Blake, the procedure was successful. Do you remember anything?”

“No, not a thing.”

The Story 365 project is a year-long marathon of short story writing, with a new story for every day of the year and posted on this website from May 1, 2011 – April 30, 2012. Stories must be a minimum of 200 words. Please help me by adding first line suggestions in the Comment section of any story.

I would like to thank Blake, at the Pure Spec science fiction convention for suggesting the first line to this story. Tomorrow, Nov. 22, I’ll be reading from my latest novel, Stolen Children, at the convention in Edmonton.

19th November
2011
written by amber

Dog Fight

Hey, Joe, what’re you drinking today? I’ll buy you another. Hey, did you hear they’re outlawing another breed of dog in the city ‘cuz it’s vicious? I think it was Jack Russells. Yeah, the cute manic little buggers. Some kid got bit by one last week. Probably deserved it.

Kids are always bugging my dog.

Oh, this crap just makes me laugh. Those bleeding heart  liberals keep saying it’s not the dog it’s the owner. Well if they really believe that, why do they keep banning breeds? First it was the pit bulls, then the rotties and the dobies, then all bull dogs and now they’re after the terriers.

As if that’ll make any difference. If they’re so worried about kids being hurt, they better ban all bicycles and skate board parks. And don’t get me started about hockey. I got hurt real bad in hockey when I was a kid.

But if it’s fighting they’re all in knot over, hey, people want to watch fighting, that’s not going to change. If they can’t watch dog fights, they’ll watch cock fights or cat fights or whatever.

But hey, dog fighting still goes on, I’m saying, and they can ban all the breeds they think will be a problem, but we’ve got them fooled. In fact, I’ve got a champion of my own. Genghis. He’ll be in his fifth fight tonight. I can tell you where it’s going on, if you promise not to breathe a word.

What breed is he?

Hey, he’s a pit pomeranian.

The Story 365 project is a year-long marathon of short story writing, with a new story for every day of the year and posted on this website from May 1, 2011 – April 30, 2012. Stories must be a minimum of 200 words. Please help me by adding first line suggestions in the Comment section of any story.