Christopher S. Wilson

Category: Unpublished

  • TerrorZoo: Zoo of Horror

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    Unpublished novel. 63,293 words. (Three chapter sample.) 1. Sylvia The anteaters were eating her face. It was the worst day of her life. Or maybe it was the second worst, if we get technical about it. Even while the anteaters ate her face, she did get technical about it, because with so many anteaters on…

  • What Do I Feed This Baby?

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    Unpublished short fiction My wife found out she was pregnant using a home pregnancy test and we were excited. Three days later, before she’d even gone to see her doctor to confirm it, she went to a party to celebrate her friend’s adoption of an infant, which was brought back from Thailand. It was a…

  • We Are All Made of Water

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    Unpublished short fiction So my parents settled in tiny, flat Gulfwind, Florida, a sleepy town a hundred years past its booming industrial peak. They said they liked the sleepiness and the community and the proximity to my dad’s employer. Then I was born with a dark cloud over my head—an eight pound, eight ounce baby…

  • The Townies

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    Unpublished short fiction The plates are old and chipped and the coffee mugs are old and chipped, but nobody cares—the waitresses least of all. Linda’s Sunnyside-Up Cafe opened in 1978 and never left this aluminum storefront on Franklin Street, even when Linda died. That was almost twenty years ago. After she died, a guy named…

  • The Silent Behavior of Objects

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    Unpublished short fiction On Saturday after work I buy a gun with no bullets. I don’t know anything about guns. The gun dealer can tell I don’t know anything about guns and I don’t try to hide it. He suggests a Glock. I like the sound of that. It sounds like a bullet going into…

  • The Most Beautiful Woman in California

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    Unpublished short fiction This is a true story. I hooked up with the hottest woman in Hollywood and it was the worst sex I ever had. I can’t tell you who it was because she’d sue me for sure, but picture the most gorgeous movie star celebrity you can think of, and she has a…

  • The Mirror Stage

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    Forthcoming in OxMag I usually nap during my haircut, but today I can’t sleep. I’m not sleepy today. I’m looking at the barber’s mirror. Who is this person in the mirror? I’ve seen this face before. It’s the face I see but it’s also the face others see. I know it’s my face. I’m not…

  • The Bad Dog

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    Forthcoming in The Harvard AdvocateRunner Up: 2021 WLP Graduate Student Awards, Emerson College An acquaintance of mine got a baby and decided he needed to get rid of his dog. He said the dog was too rowdy, and he was worried it would hurt the baby. Fine, I said, I’ll take the dog. I’d recently…

  • The Auto-Heimlich

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    Unpublished short fiction Almost every memory I have of Grandma Jo, going back to when I was a little boy, is of her choking. And I don’t mean that in a euphemistic way; I mean Grandma Jo was always choking—wheezing and struggling to breathe, turning blue in the face, waving her arms to get the…

  • Taylor Dayne Told Me the Night Was Exploding

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    Unpublished short fiction ’80s pop star Taylor Dayne sings that she “feels the night explode when we’re together” but that’s not how I feel about my wife. When we’re together I feel like the night is heating up some leftover ravioli in the microwave but the microwave misses spots and some of the raviolis are…