This is beautiful, I'm obsessed??!!!!
In Tabby, a reclusive man who’d rather exist as a phantom than a human notices the neighbours aren’t feeding their cat, and is sucked into a world that breaks the stillness of his own.
Genre: literary fiction, “soft” noir (??)
POV: 1st person present, very observational and detached for most of the narrative
Setting: late 1940s/early 1950s, unnamed US city but implied to be Los Angeles
Atmosphere: a summer that’s sickly, orange juice, the smell of paint, shaky hands, peach skies, sunflowers, blood splatter, a cats purr, the gut feeling that something is very, very wrong
Literal Logline: this cat is my friend and he doesn’t judge me over silly little things like the murder i just committed (also i think he might be god??)
Hi I wrote a story about a cat and got way too into it and accidentally made it about murder and now it might be my favourite thing I’ve written! Lets talk about it! cw for murder and blood imagery!
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IT’S BACK! One of my favorite pieces and one of the first pieces of short fiction I’ve ever published! It’s Warm in Here is … ugh, it’s perfect, it’s got outerspace, it’s got intrigue and horror and fear, it’s reclaiming Lovecraftian horror from that racist white man, it’s written by a talented Black ingenue it’s so!
It’s Warm in Here, like all my stories, is about balance, familial and community bonds and the evening of scales. What makes something equal? How much blood is enough blood?
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hello world! you’ve severely disappointed me! i’d sound like my mother if i went on about your mistakes, but i’d rather spare you the grief! save room for me in my unlikely return, even if you’re a hard place to call home! ciao!