Bedtime Stories is officially my first fiction publication. My plan is to write longer pieces to publish on Amazon twice a month. But I'm excited to have this collection of three short stories up. In this collection there is "Noise", "The Hunger", and "We Were Soap".
I wrote "Noise" one evening while sitting on the couch in the livingroom. It was nighttime and the garden side widows still had open curtains. The windows just looked black except for something occasionally swaying across the window in the wind. The house was quiet except for all of those little house noises. I consider myself a little more sensitive to noise than others, more so back when I wrote "Noise", so it felt like a loud evening ticking and buzzing and creaking around me. It occured to me that I didn't know what kept moving across the window. It kept grabbing my attention. I was originally reading but after so many times looking up, distracted by the sudden movement outside I finally put down my book and wrote out what I felt like was happening.
For “The Hunger” I pulled from the days when I lived almost entirely on coffee and cigarettes. I wasn’t hungry but I wasn’t well nourished either. It’s a very particular feeling when you’re not hungry but your body is. I had also been reading a lot of Lovecraft and Ray Bradbury at the time of writing and was trying to write a short story that might mix both styles. Both authors wrote short stories for horror magazines during times when you could still make money doing so. The internet has now made things both easier and more difficult.
“We Were Soap” is my favorite out of the three stories. This is one of the stories that might turn into a longer piece someday in the future. It's a mix of concepts and characters from my real life (not the murderous cannibalism bits) from the hot dog vendor to the Saturday Farmers Market booth. It's one of those stories that I can think of while walking around town, seeing of all the places the characters might have been and thinking what might have happened there. I can't pass the hot dog cart without wondering who's in the meat tonight. It's also one that I have a playlist for. I listened to this playlist throughout the writing process.