Noah Husband
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Hey there,
I'm a cellular biologist by day, and an aspiring author by evening/night/2:00 in the morning when I drink too much coffee.
Sometimes a short story comes out of it, and finds itself here.
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The Equerry
For the sake of argument, and for the good of my own soul, I record here my transgressions with the departed Chevalier de Balibari, a mere knave by comparison to Yours Truly. For the convenience of whomever is to file this document, I shall record that it is currently the 8th of January, of the year 1764. In writing this document, my ambition is to consolidate all of the so-called ‘facts’ which have been levied against me in an attempt to accuse me of the murder of the Chevalier, and explain how each of them has been distorted to achieve this end. As I await the policeman’s coach, and no doubt an unearned beating, as the lawmen are accustomed to giving in this section of the city, it is my intention to finish my document, and present it to the court. I am confident then, that all minds who read and comprehend it will be convinced of my innocence.
By Noah Husbandabout a year ago in Fiction
Half-Death: Part 1 - On the Eve of Mortis. Content Warning.
Lurid, Death thought, This one is imaginative. Death stood over a victim— middle-aged, of modest suit, to match modest income. He had done nothing wrong, or at least nothing more than the average man could be expected to, and yet, here he lay— strangled to death, with white rose petals sprinkled over him: a signature.
By Noah Husbandabout a year ago in Fiction
A Wall in a House. Runner-Up in If Walls Could Talk.
If walls could talk, this one would ask you for a goddamn cigarette right about now. I’m joking, of course. Even if you could supply me with one, I’ve got no arms to light it with, no mouth to suck in the smoke with, and no lungs to be blackened by it, because in case I wasn’t clear- I’m a goddamn wall!
By Noah Husband3 years ago in Fiction
A Dog, a Man, and a Muffin
“Officer, I swear I’ve never met this guy in my life.” This is what my dog probably would have said had she known English, and had she not been attached to my hand by a leash. We were seated outside a Vons in Corona, California at 4:30 a.m. I was in full hiking gear, and as a policeman oscillated the beam of his flashlight from my face, to my backpack, to my dog’s face, I could tell he was confused.
By Noah Husband4 years ago in Petlife
