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Waiting Is The Hardest Part

ThePaleThing_WilliamBassoWAITING IS THE HARDEST PART
by E.C. McMullen Jr.

Myrna was old enough to remember how extraordinarily quick old film cameras were, ‘Well, at least compared to modern digital cameras.’

‘With film it was all Point and Shoot,’ she thought, ‘If I’m not mistaken, there was actually a model line of old film cameras call Point & Shoot or Point & Click.’

‘Film was only time consuming when you wanted to do something artsy.’

The Portrait Photographer looked to his laptop, then to his camera, to the meter board for his lights, and back to his laptop.

Something “whirred”. Something beeped a three second melodious interlude. None of it put the photographer at ease and Myrna’s nocturnal pets were getting fidgety.

‘It’s not in their nature to stay still in bright light for so long.’

“Okay!” he announced as if everything was finally underway. “I’ve installed all of the latest drivers.”

‘Which means things are far from underway.’

“Now,” he continued as, one by one he finger shot his equipment, “I just need to disconnect the camera from the monitor, lights, laptop, and board, reboot everything individually, and then I can reconnect.”

Her pet, Tesla, crawled into the shadow behind her ear. Tama was slithering into Myrna’s expensively coiffed hair. Jilly was trying to coil beneath her palm. Myrna silently ticked off all of the time, scheduling, money, and trouble she went through to get today’s portrait.

At the 40 minute mark, the photographer said for the umpteenth time, “Just a few more seconds,” adding, “Could you please re-arrange your pets one more time?”

‘As if my pets are the problem.’

Gently she cupped and cradled them, moving them back into position, back in the light where they did not want to be. They were all getting crabby except for Weeters her crab, who simply drew his eyes and legs shut into his body and went to sleep.

The photographer bowed to his equipment. A stray whisper leaked out of his lungs “come on, come on, come on. goddamn it, what now?”

Under those cold LED lights, Myrna could feel herself growing old.

END

Story Copyright 2017 by E.C. McMullen Jr.

The Art Inspires The Story
Art, The Pale Thing, by William Basso


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Also available from Crystal Lake Publishing, the film making guidebook, HORROR 201: The Silver Scream. Reap the rewards of movie making experience from the likes of Myself, as well as  John Carpenter, Tom Holland, Jeffrey Reddick, George A. Romero, Keith Arem, Richard Gray, also the late  Ray Bradbury, Wes Craven, plus many more. $19.99 in Print or $3.99 in eBook.

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WOLF AND OLD WOMAN

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Art Photography by Sarolta Bán

WOLF AND OLD WOMAN
by E.C. McMullen Jr.
Copyright 2013

The Old Woman walked among the trees. She wasn’t sure how far she had come, probably not that far. They could find her easy if they were looking, but hopefully she wasn’t missed yet. She was doing her own business and that was nobody else’s business.

She came out of the forest into a field of Savannah and dried, cakey mud. Insects flew about and seemed to take no notice of her. She couldn’t recall the last time she enjoyed direct sunlight on her face.

In the distance she saw a mound of trash and headed toward it. It was a clump of junk that had weathered many rains, maybe many seasons.

Off to the side of the junk and on its own, someone had dumped an old bus stop bench near the clutter. The Old Woman worked to push it over upright. She tested it. Perfectly serviceable she decided. Nothing wrong with it but age.

There was a clump of papers among the trash and the Old woman found a sun bleached magazine. The ink remained legible enough, and she had nothing better to do, so she sat down and began reading.

The Wolf came along.

The Old Woman saw its arrival on the outskirts of her vision, but didn’t acknowledge it. If it was The Wolf, it would stay. If it was just A Wolf, it would leave. So what difference did it make?

The Wolf stopped before the Old Woman and waited. It sniffed the air but found nothing of interest. The Wolf scratched all her itches, bit at all her fleas, chewed away all of the burrs, and stayed alert.

The Wolf wasn’t tame and, despite the truce with this one, the Old Woman was still a human. So it stayed on guard, poised on all four feet.

The earth moved, the sun warmed it, birds flew, and no one came looking for the Old Woman.

The Wolf didn’t have a mind for counting time however, and grew bored. Finally it spoke,

Wolf: “Is forever?”
Old Woman: “Hm?”
Wolf: “This waiting. Is forever feels like?”
Old Woman: “You’re more impatient than a child.”
Wolf: “Human child. Not human or child. No care.”

Silence

Old Woman: “To answer your question, this is not forever, though it certainly is longer than I expected.”
Wolf: “Should help you along?”
Old Woman: “You’d better not! We just have to wait. The blemish will pass over me soon, and then this worn out old package will be garbage.”
Wolf: “Blemish?”
Old Woman: “Death is a shadow: a spot. Throughout the life of all things, through the minutes, hours, and days, our daily potential deaths randomly move all around us: And we between them. The longer we live, the larger our spots grow, the more numerous they become, until it’s difficult to avoid them.”
Wolf: “Darkness comes.”
Old Woman: “Yes. For all of us. Mine must be pretty large these days.”
Wolf: “No, darkness comes now.”
Old Woman: “What? Where?”
Wolf: “There. See it? Moves like cloud over ground.”
Old Woman: “I can’t see it!”
Wolf: “Smell your fear. Fear and… something else.”
Old Woman: “So? I should…! Okay. Yes, I’m afraid. I didn’t think I… well, I guess we’re never really ready for it. I go to you. I go to you! I go to you!
Wolf: “What you say?”
Old Woman: “My mantra! Imprints my life. Once death takes me I won’t have any brain to think with. I’ll be disoriented, so I…  my life must know that I go to you to complete this. I go to you! I go to you! I go to you!  I go – !”

Wolf saw the shadow touch Old Woman and pour into her as water down a hole. Her old body fell over and her life stood, briefly protected by the shade of its death.

Wolf: “Come, human life, fulfill pact. Be born among my children to pay your debt.”
Life: “I Go To You.”

END

Story by E.C. McMullen Jr.

Art Photography by Sarolta Bán. Find PhotoAllegory of Sarolta Bán at Facebook.


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Want more? Buy

PERPETUAL BULLET: A Science Fiction Collection.
It’s a veritable trove of previously published Science Fiction Horror Thriller tales – plus bonus stories
Featuring: Weird Sex, True Love, Monsters and Mayhem!
Now on sale for $9.00 in Trade Paperback and in eBook for $1.99 and available for your Android Tablet, iPad, Kindle, Nook, and every other “E”!
Find it at (Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Diesel, !ndigo, iTunes, KoboBooks, Smashwords, WHSmith, and more).
Buy the paperback at Amazon and the Kindle eBook is free!

Crave still more?

Look for my story Cedo Looked Like People, in the anthology, FEAR THE REAPER, edited by Joe Mynhardt. Available from Crystal Lake Publishing and available in Print for $12.99 or eBook for $2.99.

Also available from Crystal Lake Publishing, the film making guidebook, HORROR 201: The Silver Scream. Reap the rewards of movie making experience from the likes of Myself, as well as  John Carpenter, Tom Holland, Jeffrey Reddick, George A. Romero, Keith Arem, Richard Gray, also the late  Ray Bradbury, Wes Craven, plus many more. $19.99 in Print or $3.99 in eBook.


Shadow Play

ECSHADOW PLAY
by E.C. McMullen Jr.
Copyright 2009

Yeah sometimes I get ’em. You too probably.

Today I got in a blue funk.

The bluest blue, the funkiest funk. Personal issues and situations in my life became seemingly insurmountable problems in my mind.

So I went for a walk to clear my head. Wound up at a place in LA called The Grove.

Bought a doughnut at the Farmer’s Market and a small coffee. How can you not feel better after eating your favorite donut? Yet I didn’t. I thought of the picayune money I just spent on both and felt like I’d cheated myself, wasting money on buying a cup of coffee when I had my own coffee at home.

Have you had this kind of day?

When that happens I do what I always do: think of all the people in the world who have it a lot worse than me. But this time that didn’t work.

This time when I thought of all of the suffering of all those other people in the world who are worse off than me, instead of it stopping me from feeling sorry for myself, it put me in an even bluer mood. Absolute blue if there is such a color.

Not only did I feel down and helpless, I felt that the whole world was tipping over the edge and I just had to sit down on a nearby bench and collect my thoughts. It was around 6pm and the sun was setting on the day, matching my mood.

I hate feeling this way. It feels like a luxury I don’t deserve, or didn’t earn.

Nearby a young boy, probably no more than 2 and a half, 3 years old tops, appeared to have just discovered his shadow. His giant shadow stretched out long from the setting sun at his back. He waved one arm and watched with utter delight as his giant shadow waved back. He shrieked out a laugh that was ear-splitting, but impossible to be un-charmed at the sight. His father, smiling and bemused, stood by but off to the side so as not to let his shadow interfere with his boy.

The child waved both arms and naturally the shadow did the same. Again with the glass cracking laugh. Before I gave it a second thought, a smile cracked across my face.

The boy jumped into the air, watching with happy wonder at his control over the massive shadow.

He got it!

He fully understood that he alone was the master of this amazing thing! He turned to look at his father (to see if the miracle was noticed!) and with as much awe and pride as a 3 year old could muster, vocally put all of that sense of happy accomplishment into one word, “DADDY!”

All of my seemingly insurmountable problems: All of the unbearable weight of the world, flaked away from me like ash.

As I sit here a few hours later writing this, I’m amazed at the stunning power of one 3 year old boy against the world.

(originally posted at my MySpace blog on Tuesday, May 5, 2009)


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Apocalypse not coming soon enough to suit you? Stock up then.

PERPETUAL BULLET: A Science Fiction Collection.
It’s a veritable trove of previously published Science Fiction Horror Thriller tales – plus bonus stories
Featuring: Weird Sex, True Love, Monsters and Mayhem!
Now on sale for $9.00 in Trade Paperback and in eBook for $1.99 and available for your Android Tablet, iPad, Kindle, Nook, and every other “E”!
Find it at (Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Diesel, !ndigo, iTunes, KoboBooks, Smashwords, WHSmith, and more).
Buy the paperback at Amazon and the Kindle eBook is free!

Fill that shelf space

Look for my story Cedo Looked Like People, in the anthology, FEAR THE REAPER, edited by Joe Mynhardt. Available from Crystal Lake Publishing and available in Print for $12.99 or eBook for $2.99.

Record the event for future colonists from other worlds!

Also available from Crystal Lake Publishing, the film making guidebook, HORROR 201: The Silver Scream. Reap the rewards of movie making experience from the likes of Myself, as well as  John Carpenter, Tom Holland, Jeffrey Reddick, George A. Romero, Keith Arem, Richard Gray, also the late  Ray Bradbury, Wes Craven, plus many more. $19.99 in Print or $3.99 in eBook.