S. E. Thompson
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Writer of weird fiction, mixed media artist, lover of music, movies, illustration, and food. She/They
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Creeper
By my count Leslie did far more wrong by me than I did by her. I was mad at first but I forgave her in the end but she seemed to be mad more often than not. I guess all relationships have their ups and downs and it did work itself out in the end, so it is alright now. But I can't help thinking how things could have been different. She should have just gotten rid of the house in the beginning. If she had done that then maybe she’d be alive today.
By S. E. Thompson4 years ago in Fiction
The Last Scav
Ocean Federov scanned the eastern horizon one more time, pushing the limits of his E-Nocs, ostensibly looking for anything tracking him. The sun, not fully risen yet, was an intense orange smear across a white background and the heat distortion emanating from the hard desert pan made all the nothingness behind him tremble like a holopic on the fritz. If he didn’t retreat to the confines of his tent soon, the heat would overtake him and all of it would’ve been a waste. But the last look was necessary for safety, surety, sanity. He had to confirm that nothing was left. New Haveton, the Auto-Pound, Forest, Tequila, Jerry-Rigged, Starbuck, everyone and everything else was destroyed, gone for good. In a few more miles the dark blurry remnants he could make out of what was his home and family would be beyond the sight of his digital lenses and all hope of recovering any one else alive would be gone too. He’d risk the dangerous extreme of bare dessert exposure to hold onto that thin strand of hope for a morning longer. It was more real than what lay before him.
By S. E. Thompson5 years ago in Fiction
