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Monday, February 1, 2016

Brain Worms and White Whales

If you like space, drugs, rude humor, or out-dated literary references, you'll want in on this. It's basically the best, and it's read by this awesome guy, J.S. Arquin from the @NWOvercast, and it's on the @Escapepod, which is basically the coolest.
http://escapepod.org/2016/02/01/ep518-brain-worms-and-white-whales/ So what are you still doing here? Go click!

Edit: While you're listening to that, I wanted to go ahead and just drop a few thoughts here about this piece--goodies for those of you who follow this blog.

First, if you're interested in actual real Vietnamese culture and short-stories, read the true tales in The Land I Lost by Quang Nhuong Huynh. Yes, it's a children's book, and yes, it's a Harper Trophy Book because it's poignant, amazing, and tragic, and it's a great introduction into the stories I imagine Ethan's Ong noi (grandfather) telling him as he grows up in the US, separated from the roots of a heritage that will always be a part of him. I'm a child of immigrants myself, so the second-generation struggles between the culture in your blood and the culture in your face really mean something to me, and under all the silliness and dick jokes, that's what this story's about. Who are you? And then, where are you, really? What do you believe? What's real? 

Kudos, by the way, if by the end of the short you can guess who the sacred one-truth is. Enough of my blabbing--feel free to discuss your silly stories, bad jokes, and heritage in the comments below!

I am the Truth. The Truth shall set you free. (Yochanan 14:6; 8:32)

Thursday, December 10, 2015

"The Ice Cream Shop"--Short story/Character Interview: Lem Benzaran, Neodymium Series

I cringe as the lock to the ice-cream shop finally gives with a crack and the door swings open, banging against the wall behind it. The mottled counter, the spick and span ice cream machines, and the pop dispensers all cast creepy shadows over the turquoise tile floor, and only the shop's logo floating mid-air over the counter betrays the 1950s ambiance, revealing that I'm in an alternate future world where ice cream is lumpy and beat-downs take place over root-beer floats.

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Paradox (999-word short-fiction)

By Jen Finelli

When I stepped off the metal ramp onto the landing pad, the heat didn't “beat down” on me so much as “suffocate my whole body in a sweaty embrace.” Home. For the first time in...three years? Shyte. Felt longer.
In the distance, past the parking lot fence, pinkish-green vines grew up the fort's translucent wall: the jungle was hugging us all. When I sighed, hot, wet air rushed into my throat like a super tongue-y kiss.
My home planet's clingy welcome felt weird. And not just because I'd served time in the cold, dry underground of Beryllia's crystal mines. There's moss on the landing pad. When Jei and I took off from this pad years ago it was squeaky clean. Uptight butt-face wouldn't have it otherwise.
I opened and closed my fist, and chunks of deep green and rooty brown blasted into the air as the moss flew off the pad. I lifted my hand, gently, like an orchestra conductor, and the moss floated through the air to land in a puddle by the fence.
Grow there,” I said. “Not here.”
It obeyed.

Friday, October 9, 2015

Microfiction: Cat in Dat Hat

The cat in the hat got arrested yesterday for invading children's homes and suggesting dangerous and irresponsible activities. Conservatives have labelled him a suspect pedophile; liberals are screaming marine animal rights abuses. 

He was actually just a kid at heart, but there's no political hashtag for news commentators to use for that.

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Tuesday, September 1, 2015

A Musical Interlude

I have not forgotten you! I'll be finishing the experimental flash-fiction series about the Moon-man next week before sharing a short story about a talking fish or starting on a 3-part murder mystery set in a space opera universe. After that maybe we'll bring back the medicine in fiction series to help out you writerly folks.

In the meantime, here's a thing!

See you next week, with the end of the little Moon-man series. In my "real" writing life I'm working on an animated series about an alien anthropologist, a webcomic series about a superhero who shoots his author, and a novel following my current space-ninjas-who-talk-to-invisible-people. So stay tuned on those as well. Love you!

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Shopping (SF flash fiction, continuation of the Moon-Man series)

Shopping list:
-Human muscle tissue, live
-60 kg Titanium
-7 kg Neodymium
-5L blood, compatible with human tissue type
-Carbon mesh, for seeding tissue to titanium

I crumble the list back into my pocket and grip the pole beside me as the Metro swerves. I must be nervous. Why else would I take out this list again and again when I already have the ingredients memorized...

"You're too good for this," Ken grumbles beside me. "We're engineers, not repo-men."

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

A Flash Fiction Guest Treat! (Some published stuff!)

I've got a special treat for your weekly flash fiction today! A whole BUNCH of flash fiction, from a bunch of people more talented than I! (I'm in there, too, though, in case you've grown fond of me.) Quick, go read them here, http://microfictionmondaymagazine.com/2015/08/03/microfiction-monday-36th-edition/comment-page-1/, before they get away on their short little feet! They are the shortest of stories

I'm still waiting for you to click here! That's why I ended that last sentence without a period...I'm waiting.

Next week we'll return with another flash fiction story about the man who once lived on the moon. It's going to get far, far crazier, fast.

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

The Man in the Moon (Flash fiction follow-up to Moon-Man)

Read the prequel to this story here.

"So why are you, here?"

I look up from my calculations to see the fresh-faced newbie leaning over my plastic desk, his eyes shining with the same mechanical glow my computer screen emanates. He's too new, or maybe too dumb, to notice the silence that's fallen over the office. The human gophers poke just their foreheads over the tops of their cubicles, eyes wide, to see what the convict does to the nosy temp fresh outta rich-boy college.

"People talk about you quite a bit," the boy says. "Bob over there says you lived on the moon?" Bob ducks into his cubicle with a squeal. "Tammy says you're a war criminal, but you're too intelligent for them to lock away." Tammy gasps--dira chore, is she softly weeping now?

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

The Moon-Man (Flash fiction serial)

Two minutes ago the bullet pierced my wife's breast, throwing her back against my chest.

Three hours ago UN forces broke through our flimsy perimeter barricades, staining our ivory, dusty yard with their filthy ridged boots.

Friday, July 10, 2015

The Ink Android

That's the title of my paid and published short story about a little wire-person created by mice as she struggles to find a "spirit". You can go visit it over here.

It's also a story about stories, and about the value of writing, so if you're a writer I encourage you to check it out!

It is also SUPER-SHORT. Flash fiction. Kinda trippy. Click, up there! Unless you've already seen it from the link on my main site at byjenfinelli.com and such. In which case, read something else! Or go be a productive human being and help someone today. And so on. Anyway, it's up there. It's been out for a while, but I forgot to tell you guys about it. I'm also part of the Dark Literature Guild over at Beorh Weekly now, too, so there's that.

Have fun.