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Memories of being a candy striper. Not stripper. Shut up. Sitting in the hospital basement, watching over the hospital library, writing a science fiction story about a spaceship captain, female of course, to pass the time. The captain and her hapless crew encounter a planet run by a murderously insane computer who decides it likes her. Been done before, but I was fifteen, what can I say? Yes, I wore the candy cane stripes and wandered the hospital delivering flowers and books. I don’t remember much else except I had to deliver flowers to a room where a patient had died. Awkward. All elbows moment.
There I was, delivering things and returning to our tiny library base in the bowels of County General, planning the fear and danger of a woman on a planet light years away. This was during my Carl Sagan/Cosmos phase so I had a habit of looking at the stars every night, trying to imagine worlds circling, cue dramatic music. Thinking… I might be looking at a black hole-why not? It’s black and a hole. Read more »
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Haunted houses have always fascinated me. When I was six, I hung scary pictures in the hallway of my trailer, making my very first haunted house. Or haunted trailer hallway anyway. One of the pictures was my version of a scene from Night Stalker where a shadowy figure walks from the woods towards a house. Unfortunately, I was unable to keep the pictures up for even one night. I couldn’t handle it. There was too much of a chance the figures would break free from their weak paper boundaries and attack me in my sleep. Read more »
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