They knew I
didn’t do it because I was in Phoenix with my Dad that week and didn’t get back
till the day after vacation ended. In other words, the day after the locker bomb
went off, and Schuler and Davis were killed. But they think I’m the next geek
who might get inspired and decide to blow up some jocks, or even worse, some
cheerleaders. They knew what the jocks almost did to me, and after what I said
at the assembly, they were all over me.
Saturday, September 21, 2013
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
The Closed Door (a 400-word freaky flash fiction story) by Oren Shafir
A cloud
covered the moon, and the room darkened. I’d been so busy trying to clean up
before Mom got home that I hadn’t had time to reflect. But the adrenaline rush
was completely gone now, and it seemed like it was someone else earlier and not
me. Part of me wished Bob were still alive, and we could all be a family
together. Part of me knew that was right, the way it was supposed to be. But I
had an image of myself with my feet hanging over the edge of my bed listening
to Mom and Bob behind her closed door. I
sometimes thought I would explode – when that door was closed.
Wednesday, September 04, 2013
Dina's Smile (a 450-word freaky flash fiction story) by Oren Shafir
Later, after she was
raped by Shechem, I was the one Dina sought out for comfort.
That first
time I comforted her, though, she was around four, and I was around 12. Simeon
had accidently hit her with a rock above her left eye. The women stopped the bleeding with some shepherds-purse.
Then they passed her around like a loaf of bread, each one trying her own trick
to soothe her: something sweet, a rocking motion, a rattling noise, even a
breast. But still she wailed her heartbreaking tones.
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