Walkdog by Sofia Samatar

“Walkdog”

I’m not really sure what to say to give context. The story title/link is to a very short story about a mythical, modern creature, written as if by a young teenager as a research paper/homework assignment. I enjoyed it. I thought you might. I often think, when I read amazing things, that the well-written thing has changed me somehow and I get uncomfortable, that I might be the only person who has been changed, that by reading something I am now apart from the rest of the world that has not read it. I’m recommending a piece of short fiction to you and I’m trying to be less alone. Does that make sense?

Maybe I just should have linked to the story. This turned out weird. I’m going to click the Share Link button anyway, though, because this moment when I’m typing is pinned in between two infinities that stretch out and I’m not in most of that space… for most of that time. I’m just here, typing. Sometimes reading. I’d like you to be, as well, if you’re game for it.

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Visit Scenic Dragon Lick!

postcard with dragon and text
Visit Scenic Dragon Lick!

 

Our local attractions include:

  • An amphibian exhibit
  • Butter churning
  • Lots of mud
  • Almost daily dragon visits! They lick our buildings for salts and very rarely hurt anyone!
  • World’s Most Kickable Town Idiot
  • Sausages!
  • Mostly safe!
  • Library with THREE books!

A Character: Inland Sea God

“We wership sea in my village. Tozz all enemies into sea. Wir inland, so ‘sea’ is big mudpit. God of sea loves mud. Everyone die in mud.”

I don’t always know what these characters are talking about. Sometimes I just start typing.

The sad call of the Divorced Dad Monster

drawing of a long limbed monster holding a baseball

Yesterday at the coffee shop, I was reading stories about a PI named Max Latin and Amanda was drawing monsters. She asked me for a suggestion, saying she’d draw one for me to color, and I said “How about one with really long limbs and kinda wrinkly, like a Gahan Wilson drawing?”

When she drew the face of this creature, I said: “It looks like a sad dad monster who waits in the park, trying to lure children to play a game of catch with it.”

So that’s some of its luring cry on the left. If you walk past an abandoned field at night, you might hear a spooky “hey, sport!”

Just keep walking.