Showing posts with label Scott Dilworth Johnson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Scott Dilworth Johnson. Show all posts
Recluse
By Scott Dilworth Johnson
I haven't left my house in 24 years. No one has entered, nor ever will. Food and supplies are delivered to my airlock once a month. Windows, walls, foundation - all hermetically sealed.
Yet she got in, and nested under my bed.
And now a greenish-black patch of necrotic flesh has blossomed where she bit my hand.
I will slowly die a dreadful death. With some perverse pleasure in knowing that my killer was a Brown Recluse spider.
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Scott Dilworth Johnson lives in the Piedmont region of North Carolina. He holds a B.A. in English from the University of Pennsylvania, and makes his living as a software developer. When not writing code, Scott might be running, hiking, taking photos or working on a short story. He has short stories published or forthcoming in Short, Fast and Deadly, Eclectic Flash, Weirdyear and others.
By Scott Dilworth Johnson
I haven't left my house in 24 years. No one has entered, nor ever will. Food and supplies are delivered to my airlock once a month. Windows, walls, foundation - all hermetically sealed.
Yet she got in, and nested under my bed.
And now a greenish-black patch of necrotic flesh has blossomed where she bit my hand.
I will slowly die a dreadful death. With some perverse pleasure in knowing that my killer was a Brown Recluse spider.
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Scott Dilworth Johnson lives in the Piedmont region of North Carolina. He holds a B.A. in English from the University of Pennsylvania, and makes his living as a software developer. When not writing code, Scott might be running, hiking, taking photos or working on a short story. He has short stories published or forthcoming in Short, Fast and Deadly, Eclectic Flash, Weirdyear and others.
Go Ahead, Lick Your Fingers
By Scott Dilworth Johnson
Killers spill out of trucks, trucks tumble over cliffs, cliffs collapse into oceans, oceans heave giant ships, ships plow into skyscrapers, skyscrapers shelter lovers, lovers ignore their demons, demons possess mothers, mothers eviscerate children. My kid and I share a bucket of popcorn and predict the next preview.
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Scott Dilworth Johnson lives in the Piedmont region of North Carolina and makes his living as a software developer. When not writing code, Scott might be running, hiking, taking photos or working on a short story. He has had short stories published in Apollo's Lyre and The Four Cornered Universe.
By Scott Dilworth Johnson
Killers spill out of trucks, trucks tumble over cliffs, cliffs collapse into oceans, oceans heave giant ships, ships plow into skyscrapers, skyscrapers shelter lovers, lovers ignore their demons, demons possess mothers, mothers eviscerate children. My kid and I share a bucket of popcorn and predict the next preview.
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Scott Dilworth Johnson lives in the Piedmont region of North Carolina and makes his living as a software developer. When not writing code, Scott might be running, hiking, taking photos or working on a short story. He has had short stories published in Apollo's Lyre and The Four Cornered Universe.
