Kaleigh Dixson
Bio
Graduate student living in Washington, D.C. Literary Fiction.
Stories (4/0)
The Last Frozen Dinner
Word on the street was the ladies of Gilman Avenue were losing it. It was supposedly like an illness that ruthlessly spread from woman to woman and, suddenly, they were drained of their wellness and reason. They uprooted their lives to get to the source, and in the process committed the most heinous, despicable acts. Caroline Healy got a job. Elizabeth Wright went out in public in jeans and a t-shirt. Fawn Leigh was in the throes of divorce.
By Kaleigh Dixson3 years ago in Fiction
Birth Story
My family’s ties are intrinsically bound by a web of birth stories. For the past three generations (and perhaps further than that, according to legend), the first born baby girls of our family line have made only the most dramatic entrances into their earthly experiences. My great grandmother was born at sea, nearly swept into the ethers of the subterranean waters just a day after her husband was sucked into those very depths. My grandmother was born feet first on the very day my great grandmother found out she was pregnant. Yes, you can find a television documentary series on this very phenomena on your cable network today. To thicken the plot, it’s important to acknowledge that not only was she born unexpectedly and feet first, but she was born at the Woodstock Festival. Perhaps I should have led with that. I like to imagine her sticking the landing and swaying to the groovy tunes with all the flavors of hippie you can imagine around her. My mother was born a month early during a city-wide power outage. My grandfather was deployed overseas, and my grandmother knew the hospital would be a nightmare given that people were flooding the streets, so crafty Grandma Kat did it all by herself in the bathtub.
By Kaleigh Dixson3 years ago in Fiction
The Bellows
Please listen closely as we divulge some very crucial information. You have all been chosen and thus saved from the degradation and chaos of a society that will soon disintegrate. As you know, the heat on the earth is rising, making the outdoors nearly uninhabitable. What you don’t know is that mixed with the toxicity of pollution in the air and in the water, women have been rendered infertile. You were chosen as newborns, unaffected by the infertility and toxicity of earth. You will now hold the hefty burden of repopulation on your shoulders. However, there will be rules. Overpopulation has nearly eaten our planet alive. Crime, pollution, overconsumption, and so much more. Repopulation will be calculated and monitored. Understand this -- selection was not random. Selection was done with utmost deliberation and care. If you are here, you have been chosen. If you have been chosen, you are amongst the 0.0001% of the human population. You are amongst the New Order.
By Kaleigh Dixson3 years ago in Futurism