Showing posts with label Doug McIntire. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Doug McIntire. Show all posts
That Popping Sound
By Doug McIntire
The natives here call them wicga. They are an insect that resembles the earwigs of Old Terra with their long, flat bodies and abdominal pinchers, though they are much larger, being the size of a large sewer rat. Unlike the Earth variety, these alien earwigs are carnivorous and aggressive, attacking small animals, including infants and young children. Their exoskeleton is tough. They use their pinchers for both holding their prey and stinging, whipping their tail up reminiscent of a scorpion. But just like the Earth variety, that popping sound you hear when you step on one means you’ve killed it.
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Doug McIntire is a central Texas author of speculative fiction. He has been published here in Weirdyear, in Six Sentences, Sex and Murder, AlienSkin Magazine, The Drabbler, and The Dunesteef Audio Fiction Magazine. When he’s not writing, he enjoys riding his motorcycle and spending time with his wife and two children. You can find out about him and his writing at www.DougMcIntire.com.
By Doug McIntire
The natives here call them wicga. They are an insect that resembles the earwigs of Old Terra with their long, flat bodies and abdominal pinchers, though they are much larger, being the size of a large sewer rat. Unlike the Earth variety, these alien earwigs are carnivorous and aggressive, attacking small animals, including infants and young children. Their exoskeleton is tough. They use their pinchers for both holding their prey and stinging, whipping their tail up reminiscent of a scorpion. But just like the Earth variety, that popping sound you hear when you step on one means you’ve killed it.
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Doug McIntire is a central Texas author of speculative fiction. He has been published here in Weirdyear, in Six Sentences, Sex and Murder, AlienSkin Magazine, The Drabbler, and The Dunesteef Audio Fiction Magazine. When he’s not writing, he enjoys riding his motorcycle and spending time with his wife and two children. You can find out about him and his writing at www.DougMcIntire.com.
Turn the Water Off
By Doug McIntire
I had it all planned. I’d arranged time off from work during the day when my husband wouldn’t be home. I took the phone off the hook, lit aromatic candles, turned on soothing music, and laid the razor blade on the edge of the tub. But I forgot to turn the water off before I slit my wrists, my mistake apparent as I drifted up above my lifeless body. Of all the things to do in the first moments of my afterlife, I worried about how the bloody water would stain the floor and seep down into the apartment below.
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Doug McIntire is a central Texas author of speculative fiction. He has been published in Six Sentences, Sex and Murder, AlienSkin Magazine, The Drabbler, and The Dunesteef Audio Fiction Magazine. When he’s not writing, he enjoys riding his motorcycle and spending time with his wife and two children. You can find out about him and his writing at www.DougMcIntire.com.
By Doug McIntire
I had it all planned. I’d arranged time off from work during the day when my husband wouldn’t be home. I took the phone off the hook, lit aromatic candles, turned on soothing music, and laid the razor blade on the edge of the tub. But I forgot to turn the water off before I slit my wrists, my mistake apparent as I drifted up above my lifeless body. Of all the things to do in the first moments of my afterlife, I worried about how the bloody water would stain the floor and seep down into the apartment below.
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Doug McIntire is a central Texas author of speculative fiction. He has been published in Six Sentences, Sex and Murder, AlienSkin Magazine, The Drabbler, and The Dunesteef Audio Fiction Magazine. When he’s not writing, he enjoys riding his motorcycle and spending time with his wife and two children. You can find out about him and his writing at www.DougMcIntire.com.
