Babies! I love babies. That hasn’t always been true. My parents had a second child when I was pretty old, and I was expected to help raise my little brother. He grossed me out, and I never got used to it. It seemed to never end either. He’s needed raising through his adult life. He’s not a bad person, but simple tasks often vex him. He should be able to drive himself to the store and buy a new shirt. I used to resent him for this behavior, but now we’re starting to think he's autistic. I’ve been trying to convince him to go get tested, but he’s very reluctant. He’s less worried about being diagnosed, and more worried about not. He’s scared to death that there’s nothing wrong with him and that he’s just an asshole. I know he’s not, and I think deep down he knows this as well, but that’s not making life any easier. Anyway, back to babies. When I was in college, a massive hurricane hit the Gulf Coast. I remember watching it on the news and feeling a deep need to contribute to recovery from one of the worst natural disasters in history. I knocked on my friend’s dorm room door, and we just have each other this look. We both knew what we needed to do. We dropped all of our classes that semester and contacted the Red Cross. We had flown down to Louisiana by the end of the week, and started volunteering at a shelter. Things were crazy and chaotic. No one had dealt with anything like this before, but we were all there to help, so we figured it out together. This 18-year-old kid was the kitchen manager even though he didn’t know how to cook. A young woman provided spiritual guidance to residents in need. And me? I ended up taking care of the children. Parents would often have to leave the shelter to get their affairs in order, or look for new or temporary work. I didn’t ask for the responsibility, but I took it, because that’s what the universe was asking of me. I developed a newfound appreciation for the work, and when I came home, I began training. I’ve been working at various day care facilities ever since. Analion is just my most recent position. It’s looking like the company as a whole isn’t long for this world, though. I better go look for new babies.
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My name is Nick Fisherman III. It's not my real name, but that's not because I'm trying to hide from my former agency, or something. I named myself after someone I've known for most of my life, and he chose it in honor of his late best friend. I took up writing when I found myself failing 8th grade science, and realized I might never reach my dream of becoming a biochemist, a meteorologist, and a quantum physicist. I started developing my canon after a scouting trip to an island inspired what I thought would be my first novel. I founded this website upon the advice of many people, who told me I needed to get my work out there, and not wait for an agent to accept my manuscript. You can expect one new story every day. Weekdays are for microstories, which are one or two paragraphs long. They're usually only thematically linked, so you won't have to read one to understand another, but they do sometimes tell a combined story. Sundays are for my continuous longer story, The Advancement of Mateo Matic, which I started in the beginning, and won't end until 2066. Saturdays are for long series, most of which take place in the same universe as Mateo, and add to the larger mythology.
Wednesday, October 26, 2016
Microstory 438: Floor 4 (Part 1)
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