This story requires a longer than usual preamble.
First, I’m going to offer a trigger warning because this story deals with rape (not graphic), imprisonment, and torture.
In my stories, I’ve shied away from the idea of women as victims because there is just so much fiction out there about the victimization of women. Part of this is because of the fact women are so frequently victims of violent crime in our society. But part of it is simply, I think, a failure of imagination.
There are so many more facets to women than how often they are victimized in our society. It seems unfair to focus on that one thing.
This story grew from asking myself what had happened to the monster before Frankensteien revived it. From there moved to a place that was very dark and explored the idea of a woman as a victim. I don’t know if I did it well but I do know that it felt right for the story.
But it is a story about women as victims. If that isn’t something you want to read, I totally understand.
Thanks, as always, to those of you who read my stories.
This week’s story started with the phrase “there are worse things than being poor.”
Typically, I haven’t worked with established stories or characters but when I started thinking about this one, I gravitated to Jack and the Beanstalk. So I went with it.
Mind you, this story takes us into a much more dangerous world than one with giants and singing harps.
As always, these stories are all about exercising my writing muscle every week. Please read, comment, share, and let me know what should change.
Today’s short story was inspired by this news report of a mummified body discovered in a yacht adrift near the Philippines. I tried to think about what sort of events would lead up to such a discovery and wrote from there.
So this one is super dark. I had a good idea how it was going to end when I started writing.
A lot of my stories lately have been involved with meditations on immortality and the Faustian bargain that is likely to be part of anything that would allow someone to live an extraordinarily long life.
As with all of my writing, I tend to structure them in much the same way I would structure a script. In this case, I can really see this story turning into a radio play. The next step is probably to do that.
Please read, comment, share, or ignore! It’s your life – do what you will with it.