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Dark Musings, Volume 1
Dark Musings, Volume 1
Dark Musings, Volume 1
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Dark Musings, Volume 1

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The human mind is a mysterious place; capable of concocting strange tales of the world we live in crossing paths with the world beyond the veil.

This volume contains such tales.

Whether a person fears the paranormal, the strange and unusual, or childhood memories that raise the hair on your neck, You the reader must always remember:

IT CAN ALWAYS BE WORSE.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherJason Mott
Release dateJun 8, 2013
ISBN9781301242993
Dark Musings, Volume 1
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Jason Mott

Jason Mott holds a BA in fiction and an MFA in poetry and is the author of two poetry collections. His writing has appeared in numerous literary journals, and he was nominated for the 2009 Pushcart Prize. Jason lives in North Carolina.

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    Dark Musings, Volume 1 - Jason Mott

    Dark Musings, Volume 1

    Second Edition

    Jason Mott

    Published by Jason Mott at Smashwords

    Copyright 2013 Jason Mott

    Cover Art : The Nightmare by Brianna Fithian, used by permission.

    Copyright © 2013 Jason Mott

    All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

    For Wendy, Nathanael, Christian and Eoin

    Table of Contents

    Acknowledgments

    Foreword

    Them.

    Android: a short story

    Balloon Animals

    Porcelain Skin

    About the Author

    Acknowledgments

    The author would like to take this opportunity to thank Anthony, Arnold and Diane for being willing to read his amateur attempt at literature with open minds and honest opinions, and Brianna Fithian for allowing him to use her fantastic art for the cover of this book. So, from the bottom of my heart, thank you all.

    Foreword

    The following is a collection of a few short stories that represent the beginning of my writing career. Though Dark Musings is a relatively brief departure into the recesses of my own mind, I truly hope that you, the reader, find it to be an enjoyable escape from reality.

    I look forward to releasing future works that (hopefully) will reflect my growth both as a writer, as well as a person.

    Jason Mott

    Them.

    Kevin McCauley entered the front door of 23 Orchard Street and said aloud Mom, Dad, I’m home!

    He sighed as he told himself it didn’t matter. They were gone now and he owned the house.

    As he turned to close the front door, Kevin noticed a weathered newspaper sitting on the front step, he glanced at the headline as he turned back into the house and closed the door and read: ‘3 LOCAL CHILDREN DEAD OF HEART ATTACK. STATE SURGEON GENERAL WARNS PARENTS OF SYMPTOMS IN KIDS’

    No shit…, he said to himself as he tossed the paper into the wastebasket. He had no children and a full plate of his own to deal with, with an inherited home to prep for the market and very little vacation time to do it in.

    Kevin’s mother Edna had passed away in her bed of pneumonia just one week prior and Kevin felt the guilt of not having visited her recently, he’d called her of course, but driving 45 miles from Whitendon to Godfrey was out of the question with his limited time off.

    It wasn’t that he didn’t care about her welfare, it was simply that life had gotten in the way and drawn him in other directions.

    He put his suitcase down in the entryway of the house and began to walk around and take inventory of his alien yet extremely familiar surroundings.

    He passed through the kitchen and looked at the appliances that had all been in the exact same condition and positions when he was a child; the refrigerator was covered with notes and magnets and a Bargain-Mart calendar that his mother no doubt had put up long before she’d died.

    Died. She was gone. He paused as the memory of his mother bustling about the kitchen making dinner and reminding him of his chores swam into his mind.

    Well Ma, I guess I’m gonna have to remember to clean my room on my own now, He said to no one.

    His wanderings took him into the master bedroom where his mother had died in the bed that his late father had shared.

    His eyes fell on the dresser, still crowded with his mother’s jewelry and pictures of siblings long passed; An invisible hand clenched at the base of his throat and he choked back a sob.

    I can’t sleep in here.

    With a feeling of loneliness, Kevin turned his lean, six foot frame in the doorway and made his way up the stairs to the room he would eventually choose to sleep in, his.

    The two twin beds were made as they had been for years. Mom was always ready for me to come home.

    It was the other bed in the room that brought more memories swimming into his waking thoughts. It had belonged to his older brother, Michael.

    Mikey had been an admirable brother, he was always looking out for Kevin.

    When he’d died in his sleep 30 years ago, Kevin had been at summer camp while Mikey had been condemned to summer school for poor grades and couldn’t go that year.

    Kevin remembered being called into the head counselor’s office and told that he had to pack his things because his parents were coming to pick

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