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Nor’easter by Dyane Forde

It’s here! My story, Nor’easter, short-listed for the Storgy writing contest is published!

NOR’EASTER

by

Dyane Forde

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North

“Wake up.”

I opened my eyes against the morning glare but immediately shrunk back from a headache. White and black stars pulsed before my eyes; those two words, “Wake up”, a hammer pulverising the side of my face. Wind blew in from the open window, admitting a mean downdraft which pressed me into the bed. I knew, from the smell of rot trailing in on the draft, how this scene was going to end: a storm was coming, and that storm was me.

The voice. It was Dale’s. Uncle Dale, my blood. My savior. I shook my head to let the information slide into place, but my brain rebelled. It crackled with pain, interference. Tenderly, I put a hand to my forehead, as if that would steady the tumult inside, and felt relief. My face, my skin, my head were whole. Only, I wasn’t. Skin…

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Nor’easter by Dyane Forde: A Short Story

Nor’easter by Dyane Forde. (Click to read the story)

Many thanks to Adrianna Joleigh and David Kent A Writer’s Gallery  for the chance to write something unique and out of my comfort zone: a story over 1000 words!

Nor’easter was difficult to write. Maintaining intensity, character arcs, smooth narration and the overarching meaning over so many words was a challenge. But so was looking at myself and the relationships of the people around me in order to find the tools I need to bring Leah, Matt and Dale to life.  Anyway, I hope you enjoy the story and will drop me a line or two to let me know what you think.

Enjoy the storm!

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Disgruntled Part 2…or Not

This was a fun little exercise. A few weeks ago, I posted a 102 word flash fiction piece called Disgruntled. Some of you enjoyed it, and in your comments stated you wanted more. So I thought about it and decided it’d be fun to do a Part 2 but from the woman’s POV. Only, I really liked Disgruntled as a stand alone piece, so I was in a bit of a quandry. Well, my subconscious mind seemed to take over because it tricked me. After writing the story, I realized it read better as a poem, so I revised it. The result is kinda cool: the following piece can be read as a follow up to Disgruntled (click on the link to read it) or both pieces can stand on their own. It’s Reader’s choice! 😀

Coal Black Saviour

You watch my every move.
You think I don’t notice,
But I do. A snake, you fixate on
All my gestures; latch on to
Each of my words.
A trap, your mind catalogues
And analyzes it all.
Nothing escapes you.

I can’t forget your gifts.
You didn’t think I noticed them,
But I did. Black feathers strewn
Across my desk. Bugs piled high and
Squirming. So sick.
That word in red lipstick on the
bathroom wall.

Whore.

Jealous and bitter, you have
Become small. But
I have a gift for you.
It is heavy and coal black; it
Fits in the palm of my hand.
My saviour and true friend, it will rid me
of my terror.

Six slugs are all it takes.
Six slugs and a cleansing spray.
Then sweet, sweet peace.
At last.

Dyane Forde (Aug. 2013)