Dryden Nightmares

excerpt from “Dream Girl”

I saw you for the first time in my favorite coffee shop.  You looked so sad with your rumpled hair and equally rumpled suit. It looked as if your body was trying to slither out but couldn’t find an exit from the hot, itchy wool, or whatever suits are made of.  You looked tired and stressed out.  I thought about talking to you right away, but I was learning to knit that day. Orange and pink fuzzy yarn tangled around my fingers, soft butterfly leg fibers caressing my skin.  The bamboo needles were sadly silent.  I had hoped they would click with each stitch.  Maybe the clicking was something you developed over time; if so, I would totally get it.    

I was into my knitting, watching it grow from the single line the sweet old lady at the knitting shop cast on for me into a super funky scarf.   I wasn’t unhappy that day. Maybe I was a little lonely, the way you get when you sit alone in a café watching all the sad people with their sad lives all while pretending to not be alone by traveling in pairs, holding hands, or talking excitedly into expensive phones.   

RISE OF THE EUROPAN

with “Average Joe” by Kitty Sarkozy

RotE frontFor five hundred years human exploration of space has gone largely unchallenged. Now, deep in the ocean beneath the icy crust of Jupiter’s moon Europa, something is stirring…a power both ancient and wholly alien, moving in the dark places. It’s power is unimaginable, its rage inexhaustible and its goal clear; to eradicate humanity. Join six of the Dryden Experiment’s premier authors as they weave tales from humanity’s darkest hour. What will become of the creatures from Sol, faced with the Rise of the Europan? The Dryden Universe is a vast, sprawling science fiction universe made available for shared use under the Creative Commons BY-SA 4.0 license. Welcome rebel.

 

 

TREACHEROUS NATURE
by Kitty SarkozyTreacherous Nature

Humanity’s greatest fear is nature.

In prehistoric times we huddled together around fires, flinching at the sounds closing in on us, making up stories to explain the unexplainable.

Now we romanticize nature and forget how vicious it can be. For each field of wild flowers there is a dark dangerous forest. Each gentle rain could become a devastating storm.

The five stories in this collection explore the darker side of the natural world, from poisonous plants to the ravenous beast crouched in each of us.

Step outside your safe home or high-rise office building and remember how it feels to be afraid and that not all the stories they tell to make you feel safe are true.

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“…an ambitious collection from a newly published writer. Moody and atmospheric…” – J.A. Tower

“…these little stories bounce you around in time and space, but the mysterious dread sticks with you through each story and afterwards. Loved it!” – Issa Waters



 A TASTE OF KITTY’S WRITING

From Peach Blossoms:

A fairy tale is a story, a pretty vintage lie handed down from mother to daughter across the generations.  As we grow up, the lies slough away, washed off our brains by science, reason, and experience.  No 100-foot tall beanstalk could support its own weight. Clouds are puffy water, unsuitable foundation for a giant’s castle.  Horses are noble creatures; we can’t blame them for lacking the whimsy to evolve a single golden horn.   Fairies don’t flutter by on gossamer wings, nor do wicked witches sell produce door-to-door in this age of grocery stores and farmer’s markets. There are no magic lamps with jinn in residence or talking animals, unless you count the brutish groomsmen. Continue reading…

From Red, in Tooth and Claw:

Something strange happened last night. I was sleeping in the quarters I had shared with Captain Johnson, in the hammock which was modified after my injury. We all strap in before sleeping so we don’t float away. But mine has some extra support to keep my leg stable; once in place I can’t move around quickly or easily.

I woke up around 3 am with that prickly feeling of being watched. I had the impression that I was not alone. In order to turn towards the door I needed to release my leg from the harness. While I was doing that, I heard the door swish open and closed.

I think Richards was in my room. Continue reading…

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