Micro-fiction Roundup XXXVI: Creepy Stalkers

April 30, 2011 in Micro-Fiction Roundup

I seeeee yoooouuuuu!Hello, Micro-fiction wizards. It’s Friday, and we all know what that means—a new Micro-fiction theme and winner! I know, I know, it’s what you’ve all been waiting for, your life is complete, the universe may now continue on as scheduled.  Last week’s theme was Trains, and y’all submitted some great pieces to be judged. If you didn’t submit something, I will mete out your punishments afterward, and not the good kind of punishment either. Before we award the winner, let’s take a look at all the entries:

  • Chillbear Latrigue - Donor Train
  • misslinda - East Broadway
  • WorthlessEmo - Discrimination
  • Azirel Fallenuntitled piece
  • RaggedyHannahSeven and a half seconds
  • theMediatrixBJ Honest
  • MilitantRubberDuckyFreefall
  • Rosie CheeksHoyt Avenue
  • misslindaSouthern Hospitality
  • Chillbear LatrigueChillbear Latrine
  • misslindaCommuting
  • skahammerReverse Commute
  • skahammer - Tracks
  • fuldis closureuntitled piece

This week’s judge was BJonston, and he chose Azirel Fallen’s piece as this week’s winner. Here’s his little blurb on why:

I enjoyed the sense of a train speeding through cornfields in the middle of the night and a passenger with curly hair and the munchies hoping the creepy guy in her compartment stays asleep. It was evocative and fun. Hope this cuts the mustard.

Congratulations, Azirel Fallen! It only took ninety-five words to win over BJ.  Here’s the winning piece in case you missed it:

The light overhead flickered ominously as the train swayed on the tracks. Lightning illuminated the dark corn fields as the car went speeding by. Adjusting my hat in my curls, I tried to see if the woman with the cart was coming around again. The peanuts had been stale & I was hoping she had something I could afford. That man was still asleep in the seat in front of me. With luck he would stay that way until after I get off the train. I have had enough of the Uncle Creepy stalker type.

Azirel, you are the new judge for the next Micro-fiction, and based on your entry, the new theme will be Stalkers *cue creepy music*. We have either all had one or been one, so I expect entries from everyone.

The Rules:

Your entry must be 101 words or less; if you choose to title your piece, the title will not count against your word count; there is no limit on the amount of entries you can submit. 

  • You will have two weeks to submit an entry; the deadline will be Tuesday nights at midnight. This will give the judge 48 hours to submit his or her selection to me by Thursday night at midnight (That’s the midnight that leads into Friday, not the midnight that leads Wednesday to Thursday. You’d think some [read: me] would know this. You’d be wrong though.). The deadlines were originally Wednesday and Friday, respectively, but I goofed and now it’s fixed to give the judges and me (mostly me) time to get up the new topic.
  • If I don’t receive the judge’s selection by one of the established methods (e-mail, Wordsmoker messaging or Facebook private messaging) I will be forced to make the selection so as not to delay the next week’s competition.
  • The winner of Micro-Fiction Roundup automatically assumes the responsibility of judging the next week’s competition. Obviously that person can still submit writing, but can’t pick themselves as the winner. Otherwise we could end up with some sort of ridiculous perpetual judge situation.
  • In the interest of keeping tradition, I will try to select themes based upon the previous week’s submissions when possible.
  • REMINDER: You are allowed and encouraged to submit multiple entries.

Write away, people – I may or may not be watching from your hedgerow as you do so.


  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/bjonston/ BJonston

    I can see you.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/azirel-fallen/ Azirel Fallen

    Holy crap I won something that I wasn’t accused of plagiarizing first. I expect good stalker stories. I will be watching you from West Palm Beach until sunday but I have both internet capable phone, my trusty acer laptop & unlimited free AT&T wi-fi hot spots to stalk your entries hehe

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/muskegharpy/ muskegharpy

    Steelhead

    I am hidden. No shadow. Breeze disturbs the water’s surface. Further soothing my quarry with safety. Her tail pushes ripples opposite the flow of Sitkoh River. I inhale sharply when she flaunts a silvery flank. She’s tall. Long. Gracefully finning the surface. The icy April air burns my tongue as I slide it along the tippet. The end in my mouth, anchoring the knot to the heavy fly. Ready. I flip my 8 weight rod–carefully avoiding the snow-laden Alder. Perfect. Just above her head. My line drifts downstream. Imperceptible movement. A tug. She’s mine.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/strawberry-shortcake/ Strawberry Shortcake

    Made For Each Other

    I have always had a nervous disposition. I check every closet when I get home and install extra locks on my front door. I take a prescription sleeping pill every night. I even have service dog from a therapist to help me feel safe. So, you can call me crazy or whatever new diagnose you like; but just knowing that he is out there, watching me and keeping me safe at all times gives me an overwhelmingly calm sense of security.

  • http://wordsmoker.com misslinda

    The Laziest Stalker

    I used to know where you went on vacation and what you had for dinner. I used to know that you skipped the gym and had brunch with Jules instead. I used to know how your wife looked in a bikini and what color minivan was parked in your driveway. And I used to know that you liked that photo of the kitten with the machine gun. But stalking you has become much too difficult since you put your Facebook profile on lockdown, so I am going to stalk someone else instead.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/ Tulletilsynet

    Alone

    The others took hours to disappear by twos and threes, enough of them to fill a subway car. In his distracted head the noise of their goings left not one sociable echo. For a long time now he has been the three empty windows on the ninth floor, alert to Singapore and Mumbai, asleep to his own longings and regrets.

    Only once the sharp smell of a cigarette secreted somewhere and gone cold snapped like a twig and he looked up, but now my shadow falls unrecognized over his shoulder. He will go on working until I say his name.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/kausaustralisandsaturn/ Worthless Emo

    <3 my stalkers.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/militantrubberducky/ MilitantRubberDucky

    WorthlessEmo wrote:

    <3 my stalkers.

    I don’t believe you. Micro-fiction it, baby!

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/skahammer/ skahammer

    I DO

    The hostel in British Columbia was easy to find. Your MasterCard.

    The inn on Hokkaido was easy too. You don’t blend in well in Japan.

    You were better camouflaged at the Chungking Mansions in Kowloon. But I guess you forgot how easily everyone there can be bribed.

    The beachside shack on Phuket — okay, I got lucky that time.

    But joining this tribe of Bedouin nomads was a stroke. I had to learn Arabic, acquire a camel, and conceal my gender. Now that I’m finally here, I’ll answer your question: Yes, I will marry you. Why are you making this so difficult?

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/latterdaylenin/ Latterday Lenin

    My Stalker

    He leaves me little surprises–dishes in the sink unwashed, cigarette butts in the ashtray on the nightstand; tiny tokens of affection that catch me off guard and remind me, sometimes when I think I’ll die of loneliness, that I am loved.

    He comes when I sleep, which seems to creep up on me nowadays…

    Where was I?

    Right!

    He leaves me little surprises–dishes in the sink unwashed, cigarette butts in the ashtray on the nightstand; tiny tokens of affection that catch me off guard and remind me, sometimes when I think I’ll die of loneliness, that I am loved.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/latterdaylenin/ Latterday Lenin

    A Totally Original Work That is Well Within The Word Count Limit

    One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord. Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky. In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there were two sets of footprints, other times there were one set of footprints. This bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat, I could see only one set of footprints. So I said to the Lord, “You promised me Lord, that if I followed you, you would walk with me always. But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life there have only been one set of footprints in the sand. Why, when I needed you most, you have not been there for me?”

    The Lord replied, “The times when you have seen only one set of footprints, is when I carried you.”

  • http://wordsmoker.com misslinda

    @ Latterday Lenin:
    Turning this into a creepy stalker story may have just won the internet.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/latterdaylenin/ Latterday Lenin

    @ misslinda:

    You can’t really figure out who’s stalking who… the narrator is kind of stalking God, but God is not without his creepiness.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/tristantzara/ tristantzara

    Some great stuff so far, everyone. I do find it a tad unnerving that stalkers seem to bring out the best in so many of you.

    For serious, though, this is some of the best micro-fiction I’ve read here.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/azirel-fallen/ Azirel Fallen

    @Tristantzara It’s only because we all have so much practice at the subject matter

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/skahammer/ skahammer

    NO COMPROMISE ON THE SAVANNAH

    After the argument, I was banished from the convoy and left to return on foot.

    I had some gear, water. Still, five days.

    I followed roads, but that proved too dangerous: Rebels. Instead I navigated by the sun.

    At first I walked days and slept nights. But soon strange dark shapes began huddling at horizon’s edge. So I traveled nights, for vigilance.

    Still the shapes kept appearing. Getting closer. Bolder.

    My only hope was speed. But the shapes glided effortlessly. This was their country.

    Unable to continue, I collapsed, praying for mercy. But the shapes weren’t tribesmen at all. Instead: Lions.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/skahammer/ skahammer

    SAFE HARBOR

    I thought the breakup would be an afternoon’s work: Return his sweatshirts, defriend, unfollow. Then Haagen-Dazs.

    How naive. First: Gchat. That green dot by his name. Once, it had given me such thrills. Now it mocked me. Still “Available,” is he? This late? Probably texting someone. Maybe multiple someones.

    My inbox, containing his e-mails; my phone, with his texts. Delete them? Impossible.

    Our mutual Facebook friends, updating each about the other. Grrrr. You idiots.

    Cyberspace became a minefield, full of no-go zones. Stalking him? Not intentionally. But listen: How do people avoid stalking their exes, anymore? I’d really like to know.

  • http://wordsmoker.com misslinda

    They lurk around corners, under desks, and in darkened hallways. I hide in my office as long as possible with the fear of knowing that I must eventually venture outside. I walk carefully and quickly but I am no match for their tiny feet and boundless energy. I try to keep moving, but they spot me. “We want water,” they shout. I respond, “Go find your father. Or anyone else,” but they think I am playing and follow me to the kitchen. Foiled again. There ought to be a law against Bring Your Child To Work Day.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/skahammer/ skahammer

    PROXIMITY

    While I’m never far away, only sometimes do I approach you directly. Twice weekly, perhaps.

    I don’t say or do anything. I come just to be near you. It makes me feel better. Less alone.

    When I’m close enough, I sit. Or sometimes lie flat. My heart bumps against the earth. My breath sidles through the grass.

    I know it’s not you I visit, of course. I know it’s a vault, a box, a headstone. But I still need to be nearby. To be reminded that you were loved. And that I should have been closer to you when it happened.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/notwavingbutdrowning/ notwavingbutdrowning

    Surprising Susie
    She’d been playing at her friend’s house and then stayed for dinner so it was already dark outside as she walked home. In her arms she held her Barbie dolls and their clothes. There was a row of shrubs bordering her yard and as she neared it she sensed the presence of someone else. She shrieked, dropped her dolls and ran for the front door. If she hadn’t been so terrified she would have recognized their giggling behind the bushes. Her father and brother caught up to her inside the house where she was sobbing in her mother’s arms.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/chillbearlatrigue/ Chillbear Latrigue

    Homeroom

    The things inside my locker: textbooks, spiral notebooks, folders that I’ve doodled on, some pens, a half-ream of printer paper, a napkin that you dropped at lunch a few weeks ago, a cutout of your yearbook picture from the prior year’s edition, a hairbrush with a few prized strands of your golden hair still in it— oh, by the way, I have that English paper that you swore to the teacher that you turned in. I also keep a box of Ziploc bags for the wet things that I steal from your garbage when you and your parents go to bed.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/fuldis-closure-2-2/ fuldis closure

    I know some things about you. Sometimes when I see your avatar in a thread, I recite your things in my head and chuckle to myself at all twenty of your painfully endearing quirks, each in turn. And rub the softest part of my arm. And breathe slightly louder than is necessary.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/tristantzara/ tristantzara

    THIS IS HOW

    Forget what you’ve seen in the movies. This will hurt much worse.

    Try pulling the stitches out yourself, one by one. Listen closely as you do it.

    Echoes of the gurgling, primordial soup. From whence we all came. And will come.

    Lightning flash outside the window. This is how my face looks best. All the right features — angular, serious, animal, surprising.

    When you see me, don’t scream. Just lie back quietly on your white sheets, and begin peeling…

    This is how love feels love, this is how love feels love, this is how love feels…

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/chillbearlatrigue/ Chillbear Latrigue

    Did anyone else notice that Tristantzara slipped an entry in while we were all fighting on the other thread? Softy, softy, catchy monkey, Trist.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/tristantzara/ tristantzara

    CBL — As noted in the above-mentioned thread, my cordial invitation still stands. You bring the sporks.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/chillbearlatrigue/ Chillbear Latrigue

    @ tristantzara: You may get taken up on this. There is a whole visiting Wordsmoker phenomenon that’s happening these days. Latterday Lenin was in Lauderdale last weekend. Thanks in advance.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/militantrubberducky/ MilitantRubberDucky

    Surprise, Surprise

    With you listening to your headphones at full blast while you vacuumed, it was easy to sneak through the kitchen undetected. You really shouldn’t make your alarm code the same as your birthday – do you think I wouldn’t know that? You underestimate me, darling. I know everything about you, from your favorite ice cream to the way you stare out your window late at night, searching. Your closet is cramped, but at least I’ll be surrounded by your scent as I wait for you. For tonight. You don’t know how much I love you, but you will, I promise.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/militantrubberducky/ MilitantRubberDucky

    1.5 hours to go, folks. It’s now or never!

  • http://wordsmoker.com misslinda

    Overheard In New York

    Can you call someone a stalker if you let him buy you drinks at the bar? What if he walks you home at the end of the night? I mean suppose you gave him your phone number and accepted his friend request. And what if your third date goes well and you end up back at your apartment, is that still stalking? Or is okay to sleep with him?