iDead
And Other Short Stories
- Publisher
- Raspberry Press
- Initial publish date
- Sep 2013
- Category
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Paperback / softback
- ISBN
- 9781778088131
- Publish Date
- Sep 2013
- List Price
- $16.69
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Recommended Age, Grade, and Reading Levels
- Age: 14 to 18
- Grade: 9 to 12
Description
“Analog blogger?” I repeated. Alf nodded in reply, and tapped his lips with his fork, “It’s like a blog, only instead of being digital, like on the internet, it’s right there in front of you, streaming from her mouth. It’s an analog blog.” An analog blog, an electrocuted raven, a conversation about the end of a one-sided relationship and seven other short stories touch on the strangeness of human life as we think we know it.
About the author
Contributor Notes
Wyatt Tremblay is perhaps best known for his decades of political cartooning for the Yukon News. Born in Jasper, Alberta, he spent much of his life in the Yukon but now lives in Airdrie, Alberta. His Christmas children’s colouring book is available on iBooks. He is a regular arts feature writer for AirdrieLife Magazine. Look for Medusa Gone, his first published novel by Raspberry Press, available on Amazon and elsewhere in print and digital.
Excerpt: iDead: And Other Short Stories (by (author) Wyatt Tremblay)
I leapt from the car and moved with incredible speed. Pushing through the front doors, past the surprised faces in the front office, and up two flights of stairs gleaming with institutional wax. My senses were quickened to the extreme; every second played out in mind-numbing clarity. I seemed to drift outside my body and watch from someplace far away and yet frighteningly near. I slipped and slammed ungracefully headfirst onto the second-floor landing and then into swinging doors marked with the fingerprints of countless children. Living children! I didn’t stop. I propelled myself forward, arms and legs driven with a ferocity and desperation that felt no immediate sensation of pain. The door marked 233 bursts open with the force of my fear as I suddenly found my mind imprisoned in my body, my chest heaving and straining for air, my eyes, the feel of anguish and hope in them, narrowed, focused, scanning, searching. Where was she? By the windows—with Pama! Colleen looks alive, unharmed. No bodies, no mangled, broken bodies, and no hellish demon wrenching the life from the children. What?
