I started writing a Halloween short story and there’s a spirit creature that I realized is basically a cross between Salad Fingers and the Phantom Gourmet, a local restaurant review TV show that is a staple of those times when you just happen to be in front of a TV in Southern New England and it comes on. Here they are talking about a hamburger joint in New Hampshire, which I have actually been to:
And for a welcome counterpoint, here’s Salad Fingers:
As weird as it was to realize the origins of this particular character, I’m going with it.
Needless to say, I’m playing both videos at the same time for inspiration, but they’re being cancelled out by the 90s alternative being played at this Dunkin Donuts.
It means that I just remembered I never bothered to post about the fact that my story “A Cold Glow” was one of the flash fiction pieces included in last year’s episode. I have a history of doing this.
You can listen to it here. “A Cold Glow” plays at 24:25, but if you’re in the mood to overload on Halloween flash fiction, this episode is filled with all types of Halloween stories. Case in point: “A Cold Glow” is a sci-fi story about a kid on a space station who butts heads with the station’s computer in his quest to carve a jack-o’-lantern.
I forget how many other stories are in the podcast, but I had a lot of fun listening to a bunch of them last year while driving out to various Halloween adventures. Werewolves, witches, vampires, hauntings–they’re all present and accounted for.
The text version of the story will have a permanent home here.
We’re a month-and-a-half out from Halloween, and this post is scheduled for Friday the 13th. Works for me.
This shouldn’t need saying, but not everyone has an office job.
I can’t count how many articles concerning unrelated topics casually reference how we all spend too much time sitting at desks, how we all spend too much money picking up our lattes on the way to the office, and how our inboxes are too cluttered.
If that’s the writer’s personal experience, fine. Use first person pronouns instead of acting as though we all have the same job, or assuming that people who make less money aren’t your audience.