PLAIDDER’S ORIGINAL FICTION

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SHORT FICTION

Speculative Fiction

 

Four short stories written during the first eight years of the twenty-first century and set in worlds which seem like ours...but are somehow not quite right.

 

Straight Stories

 

Four stories started before I started writing fantasy (and before I figured out that I was not in fact straight).

 

JUNIPER TEA

It doesn't surprise me any more to meet fringe people on trains. I'm not talking about lunatics; I meet those on the streets. But the fringe people, the ones who hang on at the outer edges of sanity near the borders that we like to keep a distance from, seem to like to take trains.

 

 

MEMBERSHIP

Standing on the asphalt in her narrow heels she listed the mistakes she had made, from the sheer black stockings through which her pale knees showed to the sharp, cropped haircut to the lipstick that had been selected with indoor light in mind and the bright yellow tailored jacket that must be shining in the sun like the lacquered back of a beetle. It was the wrong look. The city's look.

 

 

THE SKY DISK

The artist, of course, saw in the small still figure that blotted the very corner of his vision field the creative spark, a spark that perhaps was being fed into flame by these daily visits to the site. In his overactive dreams, he had already seen the boy become himself, leading another group of artisans into a stranger's field to try and nail down a dream with pine planks and mirrors.

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SO DANCE.

In the Disney version, they let the grasshopper in. They put a blanket around his shoulders and give him some hot cocoa. It's been a while; the part about the hot cocoa may not be true. But the grasshopper is toasting his Jiminy Cricket spats in front of the ants' fire at the end of the short, that much is certain. With a tear of gratitude standing at half-mast in his preternaturally huge Disney eyeball.  

 

LONGER FICTION

 

TILL VOICES WAKE US

The last mystery, the question left after all the reporters had gone home, was why the dolphin chose Rockproof Cove in the first place. Dolphins were common enough off that part of the Maine coast, but usually they stayed far out to sea, barely visible even with binoculars, dark flecks on a silver ground. There are dolphins that prefer humans to their own kind; but even so, Rockproof Cove was the wrong place.

 

VERY LONG FICTION

 

Women On Fire

 

An original fantasy series set in a created universe. It includes five novels and several short stories and has a small but loyal online following.


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