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The Early Riser


I feel like I’ve always had insomnia. Almost two years ago when I was in my last semester of grad school and trying to write my thesis project (a novel), my sleeplessness was horrible. I would stay up all night, sleep a few hours in the afternoon, and then go back to writing. I was writing some pretty dark stuff, and having to research some pretty dark stuff as well.

Generally, I’m okay with the dark stuff and it doesn’t bother me or freak me out too much. However, there’s something about the hour just before dawn that is eerie and troubling and makes all the horrible things in the world so much worse. It was at these times, when the darkness was fading and there was a strange gray glow coming in through the window that I would start to feel troubled and freaked out.


I think the early dawn is the scariest time of the day. Interestingly enough, it was during this scary hour, while desperately wishing someone else was awake so I wouldn’t be alone, that I came up with some of my most creative ideas.


Perhaps this transition time from night to day is when we’re most vulnerable, when our minds are able to open up. It was this vulnerability that allowed me to really discover how to write what scares myself the most. I’m still an early riser now, and like to do my writing in the very early hours of the morning.


This week I want to post the first part of a piece of short fiction. This story will be posted in three parts. I hope to be posting these short stories regularly from now on. This story also takes place during the creepy hour before the dawn. I hope you enjoy it.

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The Early Riser

As she impaled the top of Adam’s skull with a long, thick needle, somewhere inside he assured himself that he didn’t deserve this. Then he heard her voice in his head: “Everyone has something coming to them.”

When Adam had met her, it had been the hour before dawn, when the sky turns gray and readies itself to receive the light of the day. It had been cold, and the air had been damp and misty. Adam had been walking around the reservoir near his dorm room. He couldn’t sleep, and walking helped him think. He had stopped to lean over the edge and look at the reservoir waters below. It seemed like a long drop, and the walls were so steep, if you fell in there’d be no way to get yourself out. It was at this moment that Adam thought about ending his life. It was a sneaky thought that surprised him with its appearance every now and then. He hated when he thought it, but during this dawn, he allowed himself to imagine what it would be like to throw his body into the reservoir and let the waters consume him. As he was staring into the water, he spotted the vague outline of what looked to be a door, like a submarine hatch. As he was squinting at it, he realized there was someone walking towards him. She was tall and thin with chalky gray skin. She was wearing a long white dress that was too thin and sheer for the season, revealing her small breasts underneath. A white mask covered her face. The mask had a slight smiling expression that made Adam shiver. She stopped an inch from Adam’s face. He should have been able to smell her, feel her breath, or a slight warmness around her, but there was nothing.

Part 2 of 3 to be continued 12/13/15.

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