Sunday, September 30, 2012


Edward knew the basics. Sacrifice the DSLR's resolution for an iPhone's secrecy. Intersperse the cleavage and thighs on your photoroll with plausibly deniable images. Don't dawdle: Shoot 'em and get out.

Somehow situational awareness never quite made the list.

He'd followed a C-cup blonde to the food court when a wave of otherness hit him --

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-- and there, a pudgy, lank-haired brunette staring. He smiled tentatively.

She returned it, revealing finger-long teeth in a black maw.

The iPhone splintered on the tile. Edward only glanced at it, but when he looked up, there was no one in sight.

Creeper by I Saw Lightning Fall

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Loren Eaton said...

This story had its genesis in an article from The Guardian about the disturbing rise of stalkerish photos of attractive women appearing on Web sites like Reddit.

Chestertonian Rambler said...

Wait, is he stalking ZOMBIES?!?

Starts out creepy, gets creepier. Though somehow, it's hard (from this brief introduction) to feel sorry for him as he gets his brains eaten.

Loren Eaton said...

Well, he's stalking normal women, but he's also being stalked by ... something else. I don't know what it is, only that I'm glad I'm not in Edward's shoes.

Unknown said...

I read this as him being stalked by a possibly non-corporeal creature. I like the way this twists on itself like a Möbius strip.

Loren Eaton said...

Thanks, Aidan. I wanted to have an inversion of the action, with Edward ending up on the receiving end of his nasty actions.

By the way, you still writing? Your blog's been quiet for a while ...