John Merino
Bio
Writer and filmmaker with a weakness for any story that involves fog and moonlight. Based in South Texas. I never finished my English degree, so I'm hoping that writing nonstop will somehow magically make up for it.
Stories (2/0)
Dreams Are Not Enough
Except in dreams, you’re never really free. -Warren Zevon Three weeks ago, my job laid me off, with two weeks’ pay in advance, and an invitation for rehire after this whole pandemic blows over, which I guess was nice of them. When I first got the email, I kind of wished they had just let me go entirely, instead of hanging me over a cliff for however long this quarantine lasts. Two weeks’ pay will last me almost exactly that long, after rent and groceries. If they had fired me outright, I could have started looking for another job right away. Now I’m hamstrung by the email. I definitely sensed an implicit expectation that I’d come back. But I guess I should be thankful. So many folks are out of work and out of money now. So many are dying. I am young and I am healthy. I’m doing fine and I know it.
By John Merino2 years ago in Horror
Made for Breaking
“It doesn’t matter what happens later. It doesn’t matter how you got here. Just think about how good you feel! You can already feel the beautiful acceleration can’t you, the vertiginous thrill running up from your toes into your groin, like taking your foot off the gas pedal and gliding over a hump in the road at top speed? It’s a feeling you haven’t felt since the old, experimental school days. It’s the feeling of true freedom Mike, of traveling past the limits of your feeble biology, escaping the police-state of worry you’ve lived in since you learned how to think. You’re free now Mike! Don’t let anything spoil this moment!”
By John Merino2 years ago in Fiction
