Jan 14, 2019 · 366 words (2 minutes)
As a fun promotional item, Jennifer wrote a flash story of how she dies for the conventions she attended. These were printed out on postcards and given out to fans and friends. This story was written for and given out at CONTEXT 2014.
Jan 9, 2019 · 1,416 words (6 minutes)
I nestle the video camera on its makeshift tripod, carefully centering my daughter’s image. She tucks her hair behind her ear and gives a strained smile. She is sixteen, and that hair is long and golden–kissed light brown and straight; she has the gangly grace only teenagers have, that sleek gazelle form. She is wearing khaki shorts and a striped tank top, and the bite mark on her arm is already putrefying.
Jan 9, 2019 · 998 words (4 minutes)
When I was twenty years old, my best friends and I stepped off the edge of the world. Michael died yesterday. These two things have everything and nothing to do with each other. People aren’t made to do what we did. Or maybe they are, and they just aren’t made to come back.