Benny Shlesinger
Bio
Amateur philosopher, avid keyboard pitter-patterer
Stories (18/0)
Jeffrey's Dinghy
Jeffrey stood in the back, hiding behind the other members of the crew. While they waited for Noah to arrive, Jeffrey daydreamed about which group of animals he might be assigned to care for. He’d watched in eager anticipation as two by two they walked up the ramp into the massive ark.
By Benny Shlesinger10 months ago in Fiction
The Hermit, an audio anthology
Let me give you the layout. Downstairs there is a throng of people singing in candlelight to my youngest brother. He’s eighteen now and glowing in the love of the family around him. At least, that’s how I imagine it went. Just three minutes before the singing and candle lighting commenced, I was sitting close to my dad, watching as aunts, uncles, and cousins surrounded him. Just then I felt something drop in my chest all the way down to my stomach. It was like someone flipped off the lights and the internal offices of my mind went dark. I felt a subtle swirling in my stomach and my breath quickened. I stood out of my chair and slipped as quietly as I could up the stairs, behind the crowd, as erratic gasps heaved in my chest and I felt a buzzing sensation creep from the back of my head forward until my face tingled with overwhelming energy. Afraid of the sudden, visceral loss of control I threw myself into the corner of a room far enough from the stairs to hide my breakdown.
By Benny Shlesinger11 months ago in Humans
Gifts
Scott splashed through a puddle and looked over his shoulder to see his younger sister shuffling her feet in preparation to jump. He hoisted the small girl onto his shoulders, eliciting gleeful giggles. It took him several strides to cross the recently flooded streets. Autumn leaves packed the runoff drain creating small ponds against the sidewalk.
By Benny Shlesingerabout a year ago in Humans
Sato: Tragic Beginnings, Tragic Endings
Sato leaned back in his chair and clasped his hands around the back of his head while watching the number on the screen. His greatest success had been the genesis of an online currency wholly outside the reach of government’s grabby hands. For his efforts, he’d been rewarded handsomely. He rested easy this morning, mentally scratching his name into a personal ledger next to the number thirty-six billion. With a contented sigh, Sato took a sip of steaming coffee and closed his eyes. He could do anything now. Go anywhere with anyone he wanted. Like his creation, he was free from the restrictions of a overseer. He was rich and he was invisible. Twelve years working out the details of Bitcoin had finally clicked them into place. He had cracked it and delivered Bitcoin to the world. After years of mining the system, he finally had his prize.A ghost with the wallet of king.
By Benny Shlesingerabout a year ago in Horror
Sato: Tragic Beginnings, Tragic Endings
Sato leaned back in his chair and clasped his hands around the back of his head while watching the number on the screen. His greatest success had been the genesis of an online currency wholly outside the reach of the government's grabby hands. For his efforts, he’d been rewarded handsomely. He rested easy this morning, mentally scratching his name into a personal ledger next to the number thirty-six billion. With a contented sigh, Sato took a sip of steaming coffee and closed his eyes. He could do anything now. Go anywhere with anyone he wanted. Like his creation, he was free from the restrictions of an overseer. He was rich and he was invisible. Twelve years of working out the details of Bitcoin had finally clicked them into place. He had cracked it and delivered Bitcoin to the world. After years of mining the system, he finally had his prize. A ghost with the wallet of a king.
By Benny Shlesingerabout a year ago in Horror
Monsters Among us
Two cops set on catching a killer, a reoccurring shoe print, and a murderer lurking in the shadows. These are not gratuitous elements of a cheesy crime-thriller novel turned tv series. The Night Stalker was very real, and Netflix's docu-series Night Stalker: The Hunt for a Serial Killer delivers a gripping four-part tale that makes a truly horrifying story haunting in its reality.
By Benny Shlesingerabout a year ago in Criminal
The Great Tree's Game
Remi felt the tree watching him, but he did not know where to look. Staring down at its roots could imply he was afraid. He shouldn’t look into its web of branches for fear it would be offended at his boldness. Perhaps its trunk? Surely, there was no way the tree would feel offense if Remi looked at its trunk.
By Benny Shlesingerabout a year ago in Wander
