T. D. Smith
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My name is T. D. Smith.
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I hope you enjoy this story, the final installment of the 2-story (okay, so really 3, unofficially) Spooktober 2019!
Happy Halloween! T.D.
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Couldn't help myself. Here's a bonus story for Spooktober; I posted it to Reddit back in late May. Peter and I wrote it over the summer by texting back and forth and adding/embellishing the story. It was fun! Here you go!  Daniel and Michael were walking down the street when they accidentally got lost and walked into hell.
"Where are we?" asked Daniel. "Hell." a distant voice answered back. "Oh." Daniel responded. "How do we get out?" Michael inquired of the echo. "You don't." the voice replied. "Ah. Okay." said Michael. "Well, what do we do then?" Daniel queried. "Burn, basically." the disembodied audio retorted. "Is that any fun?" Michael questioned. "Kind of," replied the voice, "Depends which end of the burnin' you're on. Either way, ain't nothing special, really." "Well, what do you do for fun here?" Daniel posed. "Oh, you know, the usual hellish things: monitor stock prices, balance our checkbooks, invest in up and coming companies, host tickle fighting tournaments..." "What was that last one?" Suddenly hell and the voice disappeared and Daniel was sitting in a room in a recliner wearing a wife beater, his underpants, covered in alcohol, smelling of feces, and looking down at an empty container that had held dissolvable tablets. A bit of vomit trickled down his cheek. He realized he'd never known a Michael to begin with. "Honey, are you okay?" a soft voice, belonging to Daniel's wife spoke, as she strode into the room. Her hair was rolled up in pink curlers, her face covered in a green, creamy mask, and she was clad in a taut, light blue nightgown that accentuated her feminine curves. "Yeah babe, I think so," Daniel replied, groggily. He stood from his recliner and stretched his tight, aching back and heavy, sand-filled-feeling arms. He yawned and scratched his balding scalp, followed by his buttocks. Pacing his way to the bedroom window, his considerable belly billowed over his belt and spilled downward, jiggling all about and sagging droopily towards his toes. He peered out into the darkness for a second and squinted. Then his eyes widened suddenly. "But what is David Bowie doing up in our tree?" "What?" his wife asked, indignantly. Turning, Daniel saw only his wife's back, and then her reflection in their dresser mirror. The color drained from his face and he gasped when he saw the long strands of hair that uncurled themselves and were now slithering, hissing, and bearing venomous fangs. "What is it dear?" Daniel's wife asked, turning round, her hair still in curlers. Her shriek rattled the entire house. Several lights went on throughout the darkened house in response, as the children stirred. Daniel, her beloved husband, stood frozen before her, there in their bedroom, having been turned completely to stone.  
As promised, here is the first of my 2 Spooktober stories for this year! I hope you enjoy it! This one all started with an exercise- well, I guess you could call it that- with my younger brother Peter, that we sometimes do. I'll ask for an idea and he'll say the first and most random thing he can think of, and then we'll go back and forth with bouncing ideas off each other until I have a rough outline for a fleshed-out (ha ha, you might recognize that as a pun after you read the story ;) story. He simply gave me one ridiculous sentence this time, coupled with a look that told me it was so ridiculous he was serious about neither it nor me making it into an actual story. "Huh..." I thought, however, actually really liking that idea, and the gears actually started turning, and did not stop turning, and eventually, 6 weeks later, here we are with a finished story! I won't say anything more, I'll let you read it first before I do a followup post about its origin, and what specifically Peter's one sentence was to me.
Enjoy! -T.D. My Sci-fi novel, Star Sharks, has a new cover! Check it out! I designed this one myself. It provides a nice snapshot of some of the elements from the story, I think:  Announcing Spooktober 2019!  I am back! It has been far too long since I wrote on this site and/or posted a story and I am terribly sorry. The last 4 months have been insane. A lot has happened. My mother passed away from brain cancer in early August after a 2.5 year battle with it. I simultaneously became Head Coach of a college Cross Country team, and thus found myself working what is essentially equivalent of 2 full time jobs. On top of that, I had but a few short weeks to plan and host an entire cross country invitational, (no easy feat) that served as the preview for our conference championship.
So, I have found very little time to write. I have started and stopped several stories, several times. With things slowing down a bit/a lull in the torrent of craziness, I hope to complete those stories and post them relatively soon. In the meantime, it is October, and I would be remiss if I did not post at least one Halloween-themed story on here! Last year I undertook to post at least one per week during the month of October; that ended up simply being too much and I ended up not writing or posting anything again until the following May. I don't want that to happen again. So, I am only posting 2 stories this year for Spooktober 2019. They will be shorter pieces. A lighter spirited one (no pun intended) and a rather chilling one, of which I am pretty proud. So, stay tuned, keep checking back, and when they appear, I hope you'll read and enjoy! Happy Spooktober, T.D. 10/7/2019 |
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