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Stephen L. Thompson’s September 2011 Newsletter

Posted in Newsletter, Stories, Website, Writing on September 30, 2011 by oneoveralpha


Welcome to my electronic newsletter, covering September 2011. 

My publication news for the past month:

Publication of my story “Housebreaking” by AntipodeanSF.

You can also listen to “Housebreaking” here.

Publication of my story “Never Done” on my Ficly account.

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I don’t want to make this a monthly thing, but I just want to remind you that I also have several blogs you can check out.  There’s The King of Prussia Writing Examiner, the Prince of Pithy Blog, the Oneoveralpha’s Writing Blog :D, and Enjoying Scifi Blog.

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This month I wrote 3,704 words, giving me a total this year of 35,691.  

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Here is my story board at the end of September:


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Here’s the story I wrote for this month.  Enjoy.


“It Came Out of the Night”

Last fall I stayed with a friend and his wife for a few days.  I was in the area visiting with some old acquaintances, and they had offered to put me up.  The first evening we caught up over dinner and then went out to a play. 

I was fatigued from my journey, so I turned in early that night.  Their house was old and had settled some, leaving the door for one room not square with its frame.  The lock on that door didn’t always catch, so they used that room for general storage, including a small bed for visitors such as myself. 

A chill woke me early the next morning.  In the dark I managed to find the drawer I was told held extra bedding.  I found a heavy quilt and added that to the bed. 

I buried myself under the covers and was close to drifting back to sleep when I heard what sounded like something falling in the hallway.  I wasn’t the only one to hear it, as my friend’s bulldog let out a single bark.  Being nearly asleep, I figured it was of no importance.

Some minutes later, I again heard a thump from the hallway.  This time – however – the door slowly swung open about a foot; the hinges creaking the whole way.  The hallway beyond was lit with moonlight, but without my glasses I saw only a blur.  From down the hallway I could hear my friend’s snores, but there was another, closer sound: a faint, almost squeaking breathing. 

Uncertain if I had fallen asleep and was now in some dream, I sat up in bed.  I stared at the blurry doorway, but saw nothing.  I strained my hearing, but the mysterious sound had vanished. 

After ten or fifteen seconds I thought, This is foolish.  I moved my hand to the edge of the bed as a prelude to standing up, and it collided with something small and furry.

Five seconds later – once my heart had slowed down – I let out a slight chuckle.  In addition to the bulldog, my friend also had a cat who was recovering from a respiratory infection.  Despite having free range of the entire house, I had been told that the cat often slept in the storage room.  My friend had assumed that a closed door would just make it find someplace else to sleep. 

I had heard it run out of the room, so I reclosed the door and went back to bed.  The cat apparently found somewhere else to sleep that morning.  We all had a good laugh about the matter over breakfast, but for the rest of my stay with them, I kept a chair in front of the door.


Listen to my story “Housebreaking”

Posted in Stories on September 17, 2011 by oneoveralpha

My flash fiction story “Housebreaking” was published in issue 159 of AntipodeanSF.  They also have a podcast where the author can read their story.  But since I’m a better writer than a reader, someone else read my story.  You can hear it on AntiSF Radio Show 159 Gamma.  It begins just after the 29 minute mark.  Enjoy.

Stephen L. Thompson’s August 2011 Newsletter

Posted in Newsletter, Stories, Writing on September 1, 2011 by oneoveralpha


Welcome to my electronic newsletter, covering August 2011.

My publication news for the past month:


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This month I wrote 5,242 words, giving me a total this year of 31,987. Again my goal is to write a total of 50,000 words this year, and it’s starting to look like I’ll make it.

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Here is my story board at the end of August:

The purpose of my story board was to keep track of my stories that I’m not self-publishing.  I have started another list (just on a sheet of paper) for the stories I want in my next short story collection, but to try to keep things simple (ha ha) I’m only putting completed stories on that list.  The whole reason I just told you that, was so I could explain (if you were wondering) that the stories in the photo with a red “B” next to them are to mark the stories that are not finished, but I would like to put them in my next collection.

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I did get around to writing a story for this month. It came about from an experience I had with my moving.  Enjoy.



After kissing her husband Ron on the cheek, April turned to put the jug of milk in the refrigerator.  “What did you do today?” she asked.

“I started going through some of my dad’s stuff.”

April closed the refrigerator and rubbed Ron on the back.  “What did you find?”

Ron shrugged, then chuckled.  “There’s a lot of crap on TV these days.”

April stopped rubbing his back.  “How is that an answer?”

Chuckling some more, Ron explained, “I hooked up his VCR and started going through that box of VHS tapes he had.  I think it was just after the divorce that he started working night shifts and I guess he would put a tape in and record shows like Murder, She Wrote, Northern Exposure, Cheers, The Adventures of Brisco County, Jr.-”


“Some scifi western thing, or something.  I never really got into it.”

“So you spent the day watching old TV shows?”

“Pretty much.”

“And they were better than the ones on now?”

“Oh yeah.  Even though the images were fuzzy and the sound wasn’t always clear, but even the commercials were so much better.  There were no commercials for Viagra or for shows like, Who Wants to Marry a … Pig Farmer, or whatever they have now.  It was a glimpse of a pre-Reality show world.  A golden age of TV.”

With a raised eyebrow, April asked, “A golden age?”

Ron shrugged.  “Maybe I’m just nostalgic.  I guess I’m getting old.”

“No you’re not,” April shot back.

Ron smiled.  “I’m not?”

“I’m only seven months younger than you, so no, you’re not getting old.”

“Ah.  I see.”

April kissed him and walked into the kitchen.  Opening a cupboard, she asked, “What do you want to do about dinner?”

Ron began to shrug, but then a devilish smile crossed his face.  “I heard The Palmetto has a decent Early Bird menu.”

April turned to look at him and slowly closed the cupboard.  She walked up to him and poked him in the chest.  “Keep it up buster, and you’ll be staring in a murder, she wrote.”

He kissed her forehead, then said, “Cheers.”

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