Weekday Word Count

Happy New Year! :O) This year, I’m writing fiction. I’m letting my greatest motivator, shame, keep me on schedule. Every weekday, I’ll post a hopefully-not-shameful word count accompanied by a few turns of Yahtzee and a song. Please feel free to follow along on Twitter or Instagram!

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The Elevator

Gary had been an elevator repairman for thirty years. He was loyal to the work, though it proved to be indifferent to him. He worked for hundreds of different companies on contract with little to no benefits. At this point in his life, it didn’t bother him. He had plenty of projects with overtime pay that he was just squirreling away. It was just him now. He lost Flo six years prior and there wasn’t anybody else’s wellbeing he worried about.

Other than losing Flo, Gary was a man with few complaints about life. He had mild ailments that were creeping up on him with more fervor each year, but he just considered it all “the regular bells and whistles”. The arthritis in his hands gave him less grief than his damn fingernails. He only had a handful of bad habits; biting his nails was one of them. He chewed them to the nubs. He winced when he saw the black dust from old hydraulic lubricant outline his tiny fingernails. It was when he had to grip down hard on tools or pinch end caps closed at the end of wires when he most regretted indulging in his bad habit the previous evening.

Most evenings were more or less uneventful. A typical evening would include a plentiful dinner from one of the better quality fast food joints and a willful television binge. Gary felt the most relaxed when he was in the sitting position in a chair. That is how he was relaxing the previous evening when he watched five episodes of The Twilight Zone while biting his nails the whole time.

He laughed to himself wistfully as a memory of Flo graced his mind. Contrary to Gary’s way of relaxing, Flo’s preferred relaxed position was lying down on the couch or the bed. She would withhold lying down from herself until she was in her pajamas and fully ready to appreciate the first stretch while all laid out. It was one of the biggest treats of her day. “Nothing’s better than that first stretch after a long day. You only get one, gotta do it right.”

Gary tried to mimic her stretches for a week or so after she died, but realized what made him comfortable was different from what made Flo comfortable. To each his own, nothing wrong with that.

“Hey, Gary! We’re gonna test the doors!” Leroy, a friend and frequent coworker, yelled from above.

He capped off the wires he was working on before they turned on the electricity. “Okay!”

They all heard the elevator ding and the doors subsequently closed. Gary always thought of this as his private time, even if it was just for a few seconds. It was like his very own world; probably how a kid feels in their fort when they snap the sheet closed.

The doors dinged and opened. Gary heard Leroy and the other repairman, Slim, chat about something that sounded like lunch. The elevator car was stopped halfway between floors so Slim crouched down to include Gary in the conversation. His face looked labored as the blood rushed to his head. “We’re going to bring the car back up to level and get some chow. You interested?”

Gary shook his head and patted a metal lunchbox. “Got my lunch right here.”

Leroy and Slim razzed Gary about being boring as they got the car level. They made sure all the electricity was shut off for the one elevator and left the doors open. They put up a CAUTION sign in front of the car Gary was in and went down the adjacent elevator.

An elevator car is as good of a place as any to have lunch. Gary sat down with his back against the wall, the handrail just clearing the top of his head. He stretched out his legs and crossed his ankles. Two office employees opened the hallway door leading to the elevators. They were startled to see Gary sitting there in the dark and everybody had an uncomfortable laugh. With his mouth full, Gary pushed the bite he just took of his sandwich to the side of his mouth and pointed, “Other two are operational!”

The office employees stood quietly as they waited for either of the other elevators and Gary felt like his presence interrupted a conversation. He shuffled around in his lunchbox to break the silence and eventually decided to turn on a small portable radio. He kept it at the lowest volume and preceded to eat his sandwich.

He chewed slowly as he looked up towards the ceiling. He exhaled through his nose with the crown of his head resting on the wall. The recessed lighting was nice. This seemed to be an upscale office complex, so it made sense. The light cans were nicer than the ones he had in his house.

He heard a ding from the elevator and assumed it was from the adjacent car, but the doors of the car he was sitting in closed. He waited for a moment in darkness, maybe Slim and Leroy were back and turned the electricity for the door controls back on. “Guys, are you out there?”

No response. Gary carefully laid his sandwich back into where his memory told him his metal lunchbox was and reached back to the handrail while simultaneously tucking his foot under his weight to hoist himself up.

“Guys? Leroy! Slim!”

He turned on his flashlight and pointed it towards the controls. He hurriedly closed the panel he had been working on. Forcing his hand to be calm, he pressed each of the buttons. Nothing.

While reaching in his tool belt, everything simultaneously turned back on and jolted upwards. Still not knowing fully what has happening, he exhaled with relief.

“Slim? Leroy?”

No answer. At least the lights were on. Gary regained his balance and looked up towards the lights. They were shaking despite being recessed into the brackets. He tried to get his eyes to focus but the lights and everything around him were vibrating.

The elevator seemed to have been moving upwards for quite some time. There were only eight floors in the building and he and the guys were working between floors five and six. He should have hit the top by now. The elevator car continued to vibrate and climb up what seemed to be a hundred floors.

Gary was frightened. He figured he must have fallen asleep and was having a dream. He closed his eyes and put his closed fists up to his temples.

“Wake up!”

The elevator stopped. Gary slowly opened his eyes and took his hands away from his face. The shaking ceased and the lights remained on. He felt a moment of calm before hearing a familiar ding from the elevator doors.

The doors opened to an unfamiliar place. It was a vast meadow with pale green blades of grass, speckled with lavender wild flowers.

It took a moment for Gary’s eyes to adjust. He poked his head out of the elevator and looked down. It was the same pale green grass that was spread as far as the eye could see. He stood facing and hugging the side of the elevator and slightly squatted on his left haunch. He extended his right foot and quickly tapped the ground to test its reality.

It was real. He loosened the grip of his bear hug on the elevator and took one step outside. His work boots made a hefty thump. The land was solid and there was a slight breeze. The air was fresh but he found it difficult to breathe.

He took off his cap and bent over slightly to catch his breath. His head bowed down, he took three deep breaths. It felt like he only took one shallow breath. With both his hands resting on either knee, he looked forward into the horizon. The way that the light was illuminating the meadow was piercingly beautiful. The view changed his panic to a temporary calm.

There were trees, but they did not feel familiar. They had wooden trunks with intricate branches, like an oak tree. Instead of oak leaves, they had more of a succulent like leaf filling the branches. Each tree created ample shade as far as they could reach and were sporadically placed throughout the meadow.

He heard a rustle in the grass—more of a rustle than what the breeze had been creating. He whipped around to see what it was only to notice the elevator car was gone.

The panic set back in quickly. He frivolously ran to where he thought he remembered the elevator was and did a full three-sixty.

A dog was staring at him from a distance. From Gary’s point of view, she was backlit and equidistant between two cactus trees. He could not tell if she was a real dog or a statue until her tail made a slow wag from left to right.

His breathing was short and he started to feel faint. Seeping out of the grass was some sort of green ooze that started to create suction around his boots. He ran away from the ooze puddle, but he could not rid it from his shoes. The ooze grew and climbed up his legs. He fell in the tall grass and tried to kick and swat it away to no avail. The swatting helped the ooze travel to his hands. He tried to wipe it off by raking his hands across his chest.

By now, Gary was covered up to his neck in a thin layer of the ooze. It took only moments for it to cover his face and head. He tried to scream but nothing came out. The entirety of his body was now enveloped.

To his surprise, he could breathe more easily than he had for the first time since he landed in this strange meadow. His heart rate was steady and he was lying on his back.

The originally translucent ooze started to turn opaque until the sky and the surrounding meadow disappeared and everything was black.

When his vision snapped back, he was lying on his back in his kitchen at home, looking up at recessed lighting that the elevator’s lights had put to shame.

“What the hell?”

He turned his head and saw a broken glass and realized he was wet from the spilled water. Confused and relieved at the same time, he cleaned up the broken glass and water. He took off his shirt and went to the bedroom to put it in the hamper. Then he beelined it to the bathroom to turn on the shower.

“Why are you taking a shower now, Gary? It’s so late. Just come to bed.”

Gary’s hand froze over the shower knob. He slowly turned his head to look towards the source of the voice. There was Flo. In her pajamas. All stretched out on the bed, looking at him with a smile.

Gary fainted.

***

Leroy and Slim came back from lunch and saw the elevator door was closed. Puzzled, they called out.

“Gary? Gary!”

They had to turn the electricity back on for the door controls. The elevator dinged and the doors opened to an elevator car with its sole contents being a portable radio, a metal lunchbox, and an unfinished sandwich.

No Soliciting

To the tune of a skilled whistle, a man gingerly tromped through the front lawn of a modest suburban home. He reached the front door and knocked on it with authority. It took a while, but a woman finally answered. She was clutching her robe closed and she looked tired. It looked as if she was roused from sleep. She gently asked him what he wanted.

Without warning, the man kicked in the door. The door hit the woman in the face and knocked her down on her back. The man stepped forward and brandished a knife. A malicious smile formed across his face and grew wider as he stepped closer to the unconscious woman. As soon as he was completely in the house, he was startled to hear the door slam behind him.

The small foyer had two exits other than the front door, but he noticed they had been blocked by floor-to-ceiling panes of glass. While he remained confused at the glass walls, an electrical outlet panel bursted open with a stream of water that had the force of an open fire hydrant. Water started to fill the room and there was no visible drain.

The woman has been knocked unconscious and remained on her back. Her robe soaked with the water that was splashing around her. The man hastily stepped on and around her, but could not find an open exit. The water filled the room quickly. House slippers and toys floated around in the water that was, by that time, already at the height of the man’s waist.

The man banged on the door that had previously slammed behind him as he frivolously screamed for help. He heard a faint sound on the glass and whipped his head around. It was a small child on the other side of the glass mouthing the word “mommy” and using his pudgy hand to slap the glass wall. The woman was now floating, face down, along with the debris.

With a glimmer of hope, the man waded over towards the child and shouted at him for help. His shouts went unheard so he banged on the glass with a fist still grasping the knife.

The child had only been concentrating on his mother and, for the first time, looked upward to see the man. The man, realizing he may have a scary demeanor, put the knife behind his back and gave the child the most charming smile he could muster. Then he put the palm of his free hand on the glass as a gesture of kindness and request for help.

Instead of continuing to yell for his mother, the child glared at the man and backed up three steps without breaking eye contact. The man stared back at the child in confusion, panic, and disbelief. He turned towards the woman to try and somehow use her for the child’s help.
What used to be the floating woman was now just a robe and pajama pants, appearing suspended in water, but slowly sinking to the ground.

Something slithered between the man’s legs. He looked down to investigate, but a sight in his periphery caught his attention. He quickly turned around only to come face to face with a creature that had a pair of bulbous, yellow eyes and a mouth set with long, razor sharp teeth.

The aquatic monster gave the man little time to scream as she unhinged her jaw over his head and clamped down cleanly on his neck. Just as his knife clanked on the ground of the water filled room, his silent, buoyant body bobbed up to the surface.

Dogs: Concept Art 1

Even though I’m not planning to illustrate my story about dogs, I got some friendly advice to draw out some of the ideas I had to help me get work through writer’s block.

I’m not going to lie, even though I’m usually happy with the output, I don’t always love drawing. When I get an idea, I just want it to explode out of me all at once and be done. But the reality is, I can’t get what’s in my mind out to share with the world unless I work at it. So here it is! A piece of concept art :O)

A Story About Dogs

I love dogs.

The idea of writing a story about dogs came up on a ride home from work. I thought about the history of humans on Earth and how we got here. It is pretty amazing to think about how human evolution came to a fork in the road and took a turn to for us to become intelligent beings. I wondered how the Earth would be if humans did not rule it. With that idea, I started to write a post apocalyptic sci-fi story about dogs in the Notes app on my phone during my work commute on BART.

Now that I’ve gotten further into the story, my plan is to complete it as a short novel to share with the world! I’ll update my progress here of my journey to publication. I hope to see you on the other side!