The Teleporter Part 3
Katie had been letting everything in her life slip away. Her Teleporter visited every night now and filled her every thought. She had become dependent, like an addict needing her fix. But she was still human. Still had to eat.
The Teleporter Part 2
After a couple days Katie’s stiff muscles had recovered from her previous encounter. She checked her phone for the 20th time that night, hoping for a text from the mysterious phone number. The contact was labelled as Teleporter in her phone. It didn’t feel right to refer to the tentacles as Monster. The pleasure it had given her had been far too intense and intimate for her to apply any negative labels. Chewing her lip, Katie sent a text, “When will you visit again?”
The Teleporter Part 1
“Put on a blindfold,” the text message read. It was from an unlisted number, which Katie thought was strange. She had recently broken up with her boyfriend. Maybe he was trying to make it up to her with a surprise visit? Katie had blocked his number. She did that with all the people she broke up with, it made it easier if it was a clean break.
In my dreams I’m skating on a frozen pond. I’ll never make it to the Olympics, but I’ve got skills. I enjoy it. I love winter—the way the snow crunches underfoot, trees glimmering with frost. When I would tire of skating, I liked to scoop up a handful of fresh snow and eat it like a snow cone. I’m taking a second to relish this dream, this memory, when an ear-piercing beeping causes me to bolt upright in bed.
“You know, I’m not really a Damien Hirst fan… but this is impressive,” Jeremy the shapeshifter overheard someone saying as he studied the five-meter-long display case before him. Preserved in formaldehyde was a tiger shark, it’s jaws open, body suspended as if it could start surging forward, nose bumping into the glass at any moment. It was impressive, he thought, raising his eyes to look through the green tinted glass at the other fundraiser attendees.
Shark Eating Men
“As a kid the number one item on my bucket list was to swim with a whale shark. I never would have guessed that I’d be swimming with great whites instead,” I began to explain to my sisters date. My family sitting around the table rolled their eyes. They had heard this story a million times before.
The Stairs in the Woods
Avoiding stairs had become so natural that when his girlfriend moved into the third floor of a ten story building, he naturally only used the elevator. He didn’t even know where the stairwell was until one day him and his girlfriend came inside to find the elevator out of order.
The Stairs in the Woods
Jason didn’t really know why Dad was so mad about his younger sister, Karen, insisting on wearing a boys bathing suit. Instead of listening to Mom and Dad fight about it as they built the tent, Jason led Karen down a trail into the woods. They had been coming to Algonquin Park every summer, even before Jason was born his mother had told him. More than ten years.