Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Deadly Sins



So! Starting on Friday, my (oh, my goodness) publisher, December House, is releasing this year's Flash Fiction Festival -- Deadly Sins, a collection of stories on the subject of Lovecraftian themes in a Steampunk setting. My character is a vampire bounty-hunter working for Azathoth, but despite the love they share, she's starting to think there's something wrong with his agenda -- lethally wrong for the human race. Unless she wants to live off of ichor for the rest of eternity, she's got to face down not only her lover, but all the other horrors out of space and time. I guess with all the tentacle stuff it's kind of anime too. What do they call it? Hentai? Yeah, like that.

It was Harry Potter when I wrote it the first time, but they made me fix it better except I had to take out the pictures because you could tell who everyone was, because they were very realistic and very canon both.


Okay, just to be clear? I'm joking. This is a collection of short-short stories on the theme of the Seven Deadly Sins. P.T. Dilloway and Neil Vogler. the original team from last year, are in there along with a number of new writers.

So here's the release schedule for my stories, along with a sample. Forgive the typographical issues; I cut & paste from Word.



Sunday, November 3
Gluttony

Her request bothered him. It was as much about getting him to do something as what he was going to do. Aaron and Caroline hadn’t been together long, but he could already sense the lines of contest in the relationship, and he wasn’t quite at ease with them.



Tuesday, November 5
Pride


The words of men were strong as iron, bright as brass, when
a brush stroked paper it rang like a
hammer striking sparks from a new sword.

Each spark a word, each word a picture, each picture
held its thousand words.
It was spring between wars, they were
drunk on peace, and kept their beautiful
words within a drunk man’s reach.





Friday, November 8
Greed


You, who are beautiful as a green river with golden banks, you who are as mighty as a dragon scaled in coins, you who are kingdom itself, industry at your right hand and the wrath of war at your left, enthroned on the church and cushioned in pleasures;

Forgive me.




Monday, November 11
Sloth

I might make it. I might not. Either way, my wife was going to come home to my emaciated body stretched out in bed. She would ask, “What happened to him?” and she would be informed, “Sometimes they just stop working.”



Thursday, November 14
Lust


“I don’t know,” Eve said, “It’s just that everything is beautiful, you know? It’s all beautiful. It’s like there are atoms and everything is made out of atoms, and what the atoms are made out of is beautiful.” She stroked the orange vinyl bench, and it was as if she’d run a fingernail along the staples closing the incision in Adam’s side, zzzzziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip.

“Do you know what’s beautiful?” the snake said. Adam cringed and thought, oh, for Christ’s sake. “You’re beautiful,” the snake said. “Those atoms must be made out of you.”


Saturday, November 16
Bonus Sin --
Malice!

Would this make Carol one of those Munchausen’s people? Probably not: they wanted attention, and Carol just wanted five minutes of quiet.


Tuesday, November 19
Wrath


Christ, and will you look at that. That dude might be the most stunning world-class worthless piece of egregious shit you have ever seen. Texting while riding a bike no-handed on the sidewalk, flip-flops and no shirt, blonde dreads halfway down his back, sporting a fucking NO FEAR tattoo that needs to be rendered ironic. He is going to sail right through that red light, isn’t he?



Friday, November 22
Envy


My wife regrets that she has to make due with a small quivering wire-haired animal with halitosis when there is something larger with softer fur available just on the other side of her spouse. If she goes to bed before I do, sometimes she will sequester both dogs on the starboard side of the bed, and hope that when I come to bed in the dark, I will not notice that Laszlo is missing, or, if I do, I will dismiss it as something of no concern. Her crude ploys are of no use, and provoke pity rather than frustration.

8 comments:

PT Dilloway said...

Well not all the stories are Lovecraftian steampunk. Mine and Neil's aren't at any rate.

Sean Craven said...

Thank goodness.

Sean Craven said...

Does Word have filters that let you add genre influences? I need to check the Help menu.

Neil Vogler said...

I cannot be the only one who's just a little disappointed you're not writing stories about a vampire bounty hunter.

Sean Craven said...

Yeah, I remember when I actually was going to write about a vampire bounty-hunter. I still have a memory of her bitching about being constipated from living off of skim milk and Geritol. But I gave up on the project when Nancy Collins wrote the first Sonja Blue book -- I figured the vampire market was saturated at that point.

I have a very real prescience for that kind of thing. For instance, I thought rap was over when Blondie released Rapture, and that the Morris/Yeowell comic Sebastian O was the tombstone of steampunk, and I have a vague feeling that New Wave and Two-Tone Ska should have had a revival about fifteen years ago.

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