Julie Anderson Slattery
Bio
Mizzou J-School alum, former NYC mag editor, writes horror and YA sci/fi, hikes with dogs, bikes, drinks beer, laughs, and plays with broken glass.
Stories (4/0)
"Come outside," the Summer Wrens Cried
"Come outside," the summer wrens cried, and I could not resist; I fled my chores, raced out of doors, and by the sun was kissed. Upon my hammock, swinging low, my body lay unstressed. I spread my limbs, sighed soft aloud, and made my choice to rest. The house be damned, it's mess inside, awaiting so much toil. For I would drink this sunshine up, smell hard the flowers in soil. My dog arrived, rolled upon his back, and felt the grasses tingle. He looked at me and I agreed: With nature we would mingle.
By Julie Anderson Slattery3 years ago in Poets
The Last Percocet Pepsi
Margaret is chasing her dog in clumsy circles on my front lawn. She’s 75. How do they not catch you? I lower myself to the carpet and crawl to the window. Rising to peer over the sill, I freeze. Her dirty face breathes, open mouthed, just a few feet from my own. Her slow, bleached gaze finds me, and she bares rusty teeth.
By Julie Anderson Slattery3 years ago in Horror
