New microfiction from The Equinox Society, in which a boy shuts his eyes against a daylight threat.
The high-school library was brightly lit and empty when Martin glanced up from his graphic novel and saw the creature in the aisle.
No one else in school used the library before homeroom. Even the librarian wasn’t yet there. It was a good place to hide and read before class—the only place and time he didn’t feel threatened.
This time of morning, the library windows flooded the room with sun, and Martin’s carrel in the back was warmly lit. The creature in the aisle wasn’t instantly apparent. It was more of an impression—a light within the light, indicating something like a man-sized insect with mantis arms, bulbous eyes, and predatory focus…
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I’m writing a YA ghost novel, as well as a collection of dark stories at EquinoxSociety.com, under the name of William Rook.
Follow along at the site, and please spread the word. I’m also on Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, and Instagram.
Along with writing a new novel, I hope to write 2-3 sinister flash-fiction stories at The Equinox Society site every week.
I am excited and intimidated by this plan. Some of those stories are bound to be poor. The best will eventually be gathered into a short eBook with original illustrations from an artist friend. Have mercy on the worst.
Please follow along and let me know when you like something.
Here is a newsletter of the strange, THE EQUINOX SOCIETY REPORT, because the web is infinite and email is not.
The fear of infinity is apeirophobia.
But an email newsletter is not enough. You cannot smell email. You cannot crumple it into your pocket. An email cannot provide the frisson, the shuddersome intimacy, of a handwritten envelope from a stranger who licked that very envelope to seal it with his or her self.
And so, dear strangers: early subscribers to THE EQUINOX SOCIETY REPORT may request a welcome envelope, in the corporeal mail, containing a button, a sticker, and a handwritten note. Limited quantities, of course, because infinity is fearsome.
I was on the WAMC Book Show today. You can listen below. Imagine me wearing a tricorne hat.
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My novel BELL WEATHER is The Boston Globe’s Pick of the Week.
ARTICLE HERE (scroll to the end)
“Set in a fantastical 18th-century world where rain falls up and storms wash the land with bright hues, this is the story of Molly, a spirited young woman fighting for the freedom to choose her own path. Readers learn about her childhood with an overbearing governess, a cold father, and a brilliant, cunning brother who will stop at nothing to ensure that he and Molly are together and unbridled.”
Is the writing life as strange as people think? Not at all. I wake pre-light to the piercing cry of the Dawn Bird, a phosphorescent creature whose species I have not yet identified, and witness its meteoric flight toward the eastern horizon. Then I check Twitter while the coffee brews…
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