Short Story by Iris Carden Out damn spot! Karen groaned, and rolled over. Lady Macbeth. She was thinking of Lady Macbeth. Lady Macbeth awake in the middle of the night, trying to clean away her guilt. How could you wash away guilt? Not when the red blood was running down the walls of the house…… Continue reading Spring Cleaning
That road always felt strange to me, as if the trees were crowding close, reaching for me, blaming me for all the crimes of humans against their kind. I’ve always felt those trees were after me, as if anything bad that could to me would happen on that road.
The Light Short story by Iris Carden There’s a lot of nothing in western Queensland. On some of these roads you can drive for hours without seeing a tree, and in a prolonged drought like this one, you can even go for kilometres without sight of a blade of grass. I’m driving at night, from…… Continue reading The Light
Mary looked across the table at Marcus. Her expression said it all. She was sceptical, more than sceptical, that this would work.
Big ISP Short story by Iris Carden I started my holiday unpaid internship at Big ISP, with no real idea what I’d be doing. I really didn’t expect I’d be doing this. Today, I’m reading a woman’s personal journal. It’s one of those apps that you share across your devices, so it’s stored on the…… Continue reading Big ISP
Who is Your Leader? Short story by Iris Carden I did my preparation for this assignment. I observed that backward planet for ages. I monitored all their transmissions, both audio and visual. I learned their language, and how they dressed. I even tried their recreational hallucinogenics to try to understand them better. When I was…… Continue reading Who is Your Leader?
The Persistent Texter Short Story by Iris Carden The first text message from the unknown number arrived while I was at my desk, eating lunch while working. “I love you so very much,” it said. Clearly a wrong number. I texted back: “I’m flattered, but who are you?” “You’re so funny,” the unknown number…… Continue reading The Persistent Texter
Beginnings Short story by Iris Carden I’m sure it seemed like a great idea to someone. Create a series of arks, ships to take a core group of people away from the Earth to start over away from all the destruction we have caused, before climate change finally kills humanity. Well, in theory, it was…… Continue reading Beginnings
“I’m from everywhere and nowhere. I’m from exotic islands and endless deserts. I’m from places that don’t exist anymore.”
An Unexpected Visitor Short story by Iris Carden Orsinius Wishlet had had a very long and tiring day. He had recently given up being a thief, but, having no other skills or experience, was finding it difficult to find food. Today, he had found several mushrooms, of dubious edibility, some berries and a half eaten…… Continue reading An Unexpected Visitor