Andrew Rutter
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Stories (15/0)
Her alone
He found her in the forest, standing tall and proud. Taking in her beauty, the predator approached, thinking of all the things he could do with her. She stood still as he reached out, first touching, then stripping off her outer layer. Her nakedness showed beneath. With no means to run, his sharp ax split the trunk with ease. The tree fell, its beautiful life rushing out. Screaming in protest, shaking the ground. The man worked diligently, day and night. In the end, he thought he did alright. He opened the door. Her dismembered corpse had become his home.
By Andrew Rutter11 months ago in Fiction
Just flip it
Signals raced like ants on a starless night, looking, searching, fighting their way through a maze full of communication. Random routes driven by infinitesimal conductors controlling the chaos. A hand patted the wall, the thought in the dark complete. Touching the wall’s rough surface, searching for that smooth area. Lifting the protrusion on that smooth surface; a switch flipped. Light chasing the darkness away.
By Andrew Rutter11 months ago in Fiction
When you held me
You held me without carrying me. Through the years, the difficulties and triumphs, you’ve always been there. Taking care of me when no one else would. How can one express that gift given straight from the heart? The selfless choice to bring me to your world. Tending to me even when your patience often wore thin. Building me up, block by block. Words hardly express my gladness you adopted me. Thank you mom, not by blood, but by bond, for everything. Thank you for taking me in.
By Andrew Rutter11 months ago in Fiction
Just break the plate
I was about three, and I broke a plate. It wasn’t accidental; I did it on purpose. I grew up in the eighties, where TV became the absent minded babysitter of the young, and I guess it still is, in a more small and compact way. On that great tube, they used to have a real tube back in the day, not this flat stuff around now; I saw many things, most of which I don’t remember. One thing must have played a bunch, because it got stuck in my head. The thought must have rattled around in my head for what seems like forever to a three-year-old, though I honestly have no clue how long it lay festering. What I know is that on a sunny day, I decided it was time to test my hypothesis. Clad in nothing but a diaper, I found the testing implement, a large claw hammer.
By Andrew Rutter12 months ago in Humans
Half, and Halve
15, April, 2023 Dear self, Today is my birthday. Did you know that? But of course you did, sitting there in all your splendor. The other me, you pushed through the blender. It must be nice to be the king — women, gold and diamond rings. Don’t worry, I’ll wait. Eventually, you’ll accept your fate. By this time next year, I’ll be up there, and you’ll be down here.
By Andrew Rutter12 months ago in Poets
IYKYK
If you know, you know; people always say that now. I wish they wouldn't. Even I don't want to know what I know. I don't want to think of how many lives we lost trying to save just one, and in doing so save many more. Trying got me here. Here, I know and don't want to. In my here, I answered the question, what if, as the smells of death permeate my nostrils. Everywhere death blooms. Even the flowers waft fragrant bouquets of decay.
By Andrew Rutterabout a year ago in Horror
Slingshot
The tangent of the angle used times the center to center distance between, divided by two. That was my first time making porn. Get your mind out of that skeevy place. I’m talking about the kind of porn that brings the left-brained, or maybe those with OCD, to a place of peace: lines flow parallel, radiuses match, and the spacing is equal. It doesn’t just happen by magic. There is an art—a beautiful ballet of ridged lines that give way to supple curves.
By Andrew Rutter3 years ago in Journal
Rattled
Jake screams again, knowing how futile the guttural roar is with the end just moments away. Legs and arms have become fully depleted after pushing the poly-nanocarbon batteries harder than ever before. Titanium body armor shredded from rail guns, the warrior stands ready to die. A diamond-tipped spear thrusts upwards, splitting the cracked armor. The tip pierces metal, slices flesh and, cleaves bone. Plowing through the soft tissue between the Pulmonary trunk and Aorta, it finally exits between the C7-T1 vertebrates. Blood drips to the ground revealing the heart-shaped locket impaled on the tip. As the spear is wretched free, the locket falls in the blood-streaked snow.
By Andrew Rutter3 years ago in Futurism
Double-blind Taste Test
Have you ever been on a blind date? All of the dates I have been on are blind dates. That’s right, totally blind. It happened when I was fourteen. How and why it happened, well, that’s an entirely different story for another time. This is about my first, and only, double-blind date.
By Andrew Rutter3 years ago in Humans
