Megan Anderson
Bio
Loves a yarn. Draws a bit. Sings in the yard. Spells things the Australian way.
Stories (19/0)
The New Variant
Scalpel poised, the doctor jolts backwards. It’s a routine lancing, but the cyst just moved. He looks again. The bulbous sore writhes under her skin. He blanches. He’s heard the stories; power-crazed parasites, colonising human brains, targeting open orifices. Apocryphal, surely.
By Megan Anderson13 days ago in Fiction
The Middle of the Air
If walls could talk, this place would be a circus. Police cars spilling red-blue-red-blue onto the concourse. Uniforms blustering in, handcuffs jangling. Telephones would bleat, buzzers would whine. Harried workers in scrubs would gather in clusters, fingers pressed to their temples. Old folks in recliners, mouths agape, would swivel their bewildered heads like sideshow clowns.
By Megan Anderson4 months ago in Fiction
- V+ Fiction Award Winner
- Second Place in EmPAWyee of the Month Challenge
I'll have that pen, thanksSecond Place in EmPAWyee of the Month Challenge
First, a technicality. I’m not so much an employee as I am the boss. I mean, it’s a pretty flat hierarchy around here but I think it’s well understood that without me on the office floor, nothing much would get done.
By Megan Anderson2 years ago in Petlife
- First Place in SFS 7: Long Thaw
GlimmerFirst Place in SFS 7: Long Thaw
When it showed up, Erling blamed his broken heart. Too much time brooding in the December gloom, he thought. Seeing things. But there was really no mistaking it. In this dark, deserted, Arctic landscape: a shimmering light. Not the ghostly glow of snow under an inky sky, or the silky bloom of an Aurora. This was different. It was luminous, rippling, amorphous – and close. It was below him, in the pond. It was under the ice.
By Megan Anderson2 years ago in Fiction
