The Projector – Part 4 & 5 on Short Story Saturday!

Short Story Saturday – The Projector – Part 4

Short Story Saturday – The Projector – Part 5

I hope you enjoy the last two readings of my spoken story! THANK YOU, Matt!!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4 The Brighton Plaza Cinema 5/2/21 – Jack

Jack arriving late, attempted to quietly slip into the row, mangling a few toes on the way to his seat. He apologized profusely to the affected people. They seemed to dismiss it as unavoidable, easing his concern of having hurt his fellow patrons. Seeing how the previews were still running, he was glad not to have missed anything yet, nor messed up anyone else’s viewing pleasure. Jack was kind like that. He reflected for a minute that, having been raised by his MawMaw, he knew she would be proud of his interactions with others. 

Considering where he grew up, how he turned out was a miracle. His life wasn’t easy, not only because of living in Detroit, MI, a city with the highest crime rates, it was just he and his grandmother fighting the good fight, no other extended family. She was the only one he still had after his mom left and his dad died in a robbery gone wrong. Fortunately, his MawMaw raised him to be better than where and who he came from. Her goal was to see that he made something of himself, and he indeed showed that he was heading in that direction. He could be pleased about it as well as his grandmother.

Jack was looking forward to watching Emergent; sci-fi thrillers were his favorite genre. It was nice to get out of his head and imagine a different reality, daily life being so taxing for him at times, imagining an unreal future being a welcomed change of pace. No bullets to dodge in his neighborhood, only watching phasers on the screen and the bad guys getting shot, not him. Who wouldn’t relish that kind of visual entertainment and not have to face the fear of merely trying to get home safely? Jack got comfortable and waited for the show to begin.

The movie started with the Tangent II crew shooting through space on a mission to a newly discovered planet. There were five members on board, three of them with various science research specialties, and the other two handled engineering and staffing the flight deck. All assigned to this mission, except for the captain, were recent graduates from the space academy, and this was their virgin flight. The crew was under the impression it would be uneventful as they didn’t anticipate any new life forms, just vegetation. It did require studying, though, being a new planet.

After landing on Zenlev’s surface, Emergent quickly ramps up with action sequences. The vegetation turned out to be somewhat aggressive and lethal. It was a rather predictable plot, Jack nevertheless enjoying it. The crew rapidly launched into survival mode rather than pursuing the necessary research they were tasked with. The scenes which followed had all crew members getting slaughtered in dramatic ways except for one space cadet, who correctly identified how to stop the vegetation in its tracks. She managed to get back onto her ship and headed towards home, a lost but triumphant gaze on her face.

As the credits rolled, Jack took a deep breath, satisfied with the ending. Putting his jacket back on, he gathered up his candy and drink, slowly getting up to walk up the aisle. It was then Jack realized that the theater was empty. Wow, he thought to himself, he was totally engrossed in that movie!

Part 5 – The Brighton Plaza Cinema 5/2/21 – Edward

It had been a long day for Edward. A long month. Looking over the number of movies he’d projected, it seemed on the high end of regular showings; the average was about seventy-five per day. Today, ninety-eight films ended up being projected, and such a variety too—everything from slasher movies to comedies. Edward felt put through the wringer, so to speak, throughout the day. But that was his job. It came with the territory. He looked forward to turning it all off when he got home.

The theater was closed on Mondays, so he looked ahead with relief to a day off, and Tuesdays tended to be slower than the weekends. He was glad—a bit of a break.

With the cinema’s popularity increasing since it opened last month, Edward wondered if they would add another screen. Perhaps, but not likely. It seemed reasonable to him as the attendee numbers continued to climb, sometimes even turning people away, although not that often yet. But they were always at total capacity. If not another screen and projector, he just wished they would hire someone to be a backup to run the equipment. He lamented to himself being the only person doing the work was exhausting.

Wrapping up for the day, he went over the log of the movies shown, making sure he’d listed them all. Someone in management expected them as they were tracking the shows’ statistics—genres and viewers. Edward surmised they were following what the trends were. Eventually, probably within the year of opening, the corporation told him they would make it public how The Brighton Plaza Cinema was doing. It would help boost the sales of the franchises coming into play in the future. This recordkeeping would show this new fangled way of projecting movies was good business. Good for the public, excellent for the company, but damn, it was hard on the projector. Sometimes, it just got to be too much. Edward found ways to numb himself when he got home, drugs or alcohol, but mostly, he stayed holed up in his apartment, away from the world and any more stimuli.

No one knew that the eye scan each moviegoer used to check in was pasting clear, thin strips of plastic onto their eyeballs. The film was a neural link connected to Edward, “the projector” of their movie, who was symbiotically connected to their film choice. He “streamed” the movie they selected directly into their view after having it downloaded to his brain. It was genius as it didn’t require huge movie theater complexes to stream a variety of movies. One and done, everybody got what they wanted. The best part, the plastic strips dissolved after the movie.

Being the first of its kind theater, no one knew that this projector, Edward, would eventually feel his mental health decline severely, and fairly quickly. He would, in a sense, implode from the emotional burnout of having to handle simultaneous realities. The patrons had fun, had a good cry, swooned, were entertained and thrilled, but not so for the projector. His senses were bombarded throughout his 8-hour shift, putting his nervous system into overdrive and devastating his sense of reality. Edward was being used as their guinea pig.

Ain’t capitalism grand?

THE END

Late Again

A quick trip to the “Land of Carpets” turned into an hours-long excursion—just about every style imaginable, one line after the other, up and down the warehouse. 

Kneeling on the one, I shed actual tears. Hallelujah! “Here, quick, take my money, pronto.” 

I still had to pick up some flowers, and I was desperately late already. 

The wheels on my car spun into a high squeal. Living fast, I steered in my lover’s direction.

I found him touching the flame of the candlelight on the table. He looked bored, but his eyes lit up as soon as he saw me. 

Hero Interruptus

Yulia Matvienko

Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #92 & Three Things Challenge #671

“What a nice break from crimefighting, Superman! I appreciate you suggesting it.”

“You’re welcome! I thought we could both use a well-deserved break, Batman. How is your strawberry ice cream?”

“So refreshing, reminds me of the homemade ice cream my grandmother used to make. You know in those old-style crank barrels.”

“Oh, yeah, I remember those!”

drone was approaching in the distance, still out of sight, but Batman heard it. He didn’t want to worry Superman, but he slowly turned his smile serious. His hatred of crime was legendary. However, he got seriously pissed getting interrupted eating ice cream.

Freedom Dogs

The firework’s showcase of colors and sparks proved to be a legendary show; the crowd erupted with spontaneous cheers after each rocket. 

The food vendor heats his popular fare while keeping his eyes on the sky, the explosives rising, creating a perfect ring of flashing lights. He decided that he would feature a specially named hot dog in the future, which would capture the magic of fireworks. 

He didn’t think he was far off with this sale’s idea of a new dress-up on an old favorite that would rekindle a feeling of nostalgia even when there were no fireworks present.

The Projector – Part 3 on Short Story Saturday!

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Featured on Short Story Saturday, read by Matt Snyder. The spoken story continues!

I Write Her

Part 1

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The Brighton Plaza Cinema 5/2/21 – Elizabeth & family

“Ginger, move down a few more, please,” Elizabeth says, nodding to her daughter to keep moving, the frustration evident on her face. “Hurry up. The movie is about to start.” Ginger looked back to her mother to make sure that she’d gone far enough. Elizabeth gave her the thumbs up as there were now enough seats for the entire family. One by one, each child sat down, Elizabeth taking her seat at the end. She sat down with a loud sigh, looking forward to taking a long sip of her vodka-laced soda. The kids weren’t aware, of course, that she’d slipped a handful of mini-bar-sized bottles of vodka from home into her purse. Thankful for the noise of toilets flushing and handwashing in the bathroom, she was able to tip those bottles in…

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Easy Prey

With a tight grip on the flashlight, I pushed open the door. The creaking would unhinge even the strongest of thrill-seekers. Stepping inside the room, every hair on my head stood at attention, my breathing stilled to small, rapid intakes of air. I was afraid. While my ears and eyes were laser-focused on the creepy surroundings, the nauseating stench of rot filled my nostrils. 

I lost my ability to remain calm as the light beam revealed mountains of hacked-up bodies; blood trails everywhere.

“You’re next,” whispered the voice behind me.

I could only gurgle as the knife sliced my throat.

My First Review on Kindle Vella! :)

How exciting!!! I look forward to seeing more. 🙂 Don’t forget, during the launch of this program, Kindle Vella is awarding people with 200 tokens to begin their reading journeys on this platform. That means you can read ALL my stories for FREE right now! Stay tuned for my new story coming in August. 🙂

For your convenience, here are all the stories so far!

The Little Red Suitcase

The Boss


Dipped in Yellow


Falling from the Tree


The Dark Park


An American Conflict


C


The Shifting Sands


Led Astray


3025


The Passageway


Bridge to the Stars


Secrets Between Lovers

Good news about Kindle Vella stories!

I don’t know if it’s first come, first served and eventually they will stop doing this but some of my readers told me they received 200 token credits which means they can literally read ALL my stories for free right now!!

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The Little Red Suitcase


The Boss


Dipped in Yellow


Falling from the Tree


The Dark Park


An American Conflict


C


The Shifting Sands


Led Astray


3025


The Passageway


Bridge to the Stars


Secrets Between Lovers

Kindle Vella has launched!

Kindle Vella is currently featuring these stories above on their new reading platform. In the future, this is where you’ll find all my five short, quick and entertaining reads in a variety of genres. My goal is to produce one new Kindle Vella story per month for your enjoyment. I’m very excited to participate on this new platform on Amazon. I hope you are too!

Below are all the links to my stories and I would love it if you would go check them out! You can read all the stories on your Kindle iOS app or on the website. The first three episodes are always free. I hope that I’ve impressed you enough with my mad writing skills that you will want to see it through to the end! The last two episodes do require tokens. Based on my normal story length, each episode should be six tokens, so a total of twelve for each story. My understanding is that you would need to pre-purchase a pack of tokens and then assign them but I think you can also purchase them as you are reading the story. Unfortunately, it’s not real clear yet. You can check out their launch page HERE for the initial information about this new platform.

I really appreciate you investigating this and giving feedback that I could share with Kindle Vella as it is still being tested. It will help to provide them with information for everyone’s success. Of course, I would appreciate any reviews you could leave for each story as it helps my credibility as an author on this platform too! And if you like the story, click the thumbs up symbol. Thank you for your support!

For your enjoyment, here are the direct links to each of the stories!

The Little Red Suitcase

The Boss


Dipped in Yellow


Falling from the Tree


The Dark Park


An American Conflict


C


The Shifting Sands


Led Astray


3025


The Passageway


Bridge to the Stars


Secrets Between Lovers

So tell me, what type of story would you like to see next? Romance, mystery, fantasy? I’ve got a couple of ideas already but I would love to hear what you want to see! I’m shooting to publish the next story at the beginning of August.

Food And Friends

I enjoy serving food to my friends because that’s my love language. There’s such joy watching them eat, whether a full-on fish feast, steaks flame-broiled, or tasty desserts. There’s always something saved in my fridge for unexpected guests, usually still fresh, so no risk of food poisoning!

Tonight my friends and I are having Italian. I begin unraveling my apron strings when I hear the doorbell ring. With one quick spray of perfume, a pinch of the cheeks for color, I head towards the shadow at the front door. 

“Hi! Come help me slide the pie off the pizza stone.