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Welcome to Swingers Island

August 9, 2022/by S. Jade Path

by Jacqueline Moran Meyer

“Welcome to Swingers Island,” the musk-oiled Adonis had said, handing an excited Don and Yolanda the flamingo they would be in charge of for their entire vacation. But after spending a day on the nude beach, getting sunburned in unmentionable places, while chasing that bird, their excitement waned.

“Squawk!”

“What does it want?” Don yelled, adjusting his mullet wig.

“Who knows? You’re carrying it tonight,” Yolanda dressed as a nun ordered, tonight being fetish night.

Outside, they were stunned to see the carnage of flamingos attacking the guests.

“They’ve had enough,” Don murmured before his flamingo tore off his ear.

Jacqueline Moran Meyer

Jacqueline Moran Meyer has been published in many Black Hare Press anthologies, Bewildering Stories, Iron Faerie Press anthologies, Eerie River Publishers, Blood Song Books, Flash Fiction Magazine, Grinning Skull Press, among others. Visit her website www.jmoranmeyer.net.

Take It

February 25, 2021/by Anny Saludar

by Jacqueline Moran Meyer

Dad and I hid underneath a burned-out hovercraft, taking cover from the drone spraying us with hydrocarbon needles, which not only kill but turn the dead into fuel for the Cyborg’s vehicles.

“Take it,” Dad murmured after being hit.

When he died and transformed, I rummaged through his remains, swiping my hands over the slick oily goo, searching for his life’s work. Finding the chip, I ran through the destroyed city clutching Dad’s creation, humanity’s lifesaver.

While sprinting towards the tunnel, the explosions around me intensify.

I will either reach and destroy the Cyborg’s main computer grid or die trying.

Jacqueline Moran Meyer

Jacqueline Moran Meyer lives in New York, enjoying the company of her husband and three children. She had been published in many Black Hare Press anthologies, Bewildering Stories, Iron Faerie Press anthologies, Eerie River Publishers, Blood Song Books, Flash Fiction Magazine, Grinning Skull Press, among others. Visit her website www.jmoranmeyer.net.

Faerie Etiquette

October 16, 2020/by Anny Saludar

by Jacqueline Moran Meyer

“Stop,” I yelled, too late. My fiancé had already plopped the lavender cake in his mouth. By the time I reached him, the Faerie had disappeared. I had schooled him on Faerie etiquette ad nauseum. Do not accept gifts.

“Didn’t you notice her pointed ears, glimmering skin?”

“Yum,” he mumbled.

“Did you say thank you?” I asked, my tone grim. His answer would decide our future together.

“Yep.”

Distraught, I handed back his ring and walked away.

Saying thank you to a Faerie resulted in her taking your firstborn.

I discovered my pregnancy that morning.

Where could I hide from the Faerie?

Jacqueline Moran Meyer

Jacqueline Moran Meyer is a writer, artist, and small business owner living in New York, where she received her master’s degree from Teachers College, Columbia University. Jacqueline loves the science fiction and horror genres. Ray Bradbury, Alice Munro, and Rod Serling were great influences. Jacqueline also enjoys the company of her husband Bruce and their three children Julia, Emma, and Lauren.

Website: jmoranmeyer.net

Elspeth

September 30, 2020/by Anny Saludar

by Jacqueline Moran Meyer

Elspeth haunts me. At night, I hear her ankle chains scrape along the floorboards towards the bedroom I share with my new bride. She’s getting closer, with her bloated body now splattering water on the rug around our bed. Last night, I took to drink in the hope of not remembering her visit. This morning my new love lay dead beside me; wet footsteps led to her side of the bed. I may have married Elspeth for her money and not defended her when accused of sorcery, but never had I suspected her of truly being a witch—until now.

Jacqueline Moran Meyer

Jacqueline Moran Meyer is a writer, artist, and small business owner living in New York, where she received her master’s degree from Teachers College, Columbia University. Jacqueline loves science fiction and horror genres. Reading Ray Bradbury was a mind-blowing experience for her in eighth grade. Alice Munro and Rod Serling were great influences. Jacqueline also enjoys the company of her husband Bruce and their three children: Julia, Emma, and Lauren. Jacqueline’s mantra is “The only time it’s too late to try something new is when you are dead.”

Website: jmoranmeyer.net

Instagram: @jmoranmeyerauthor

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Welcome to Swingers Island

by Jacqueline Moran Meyer

“Squawk!”

“What does it want?” Don yelled, adjusting his mullet wig.

“Who knows? You’re carrying it tonight,” Yolanda dressed as a nun ordered, tonight being fetish night.

Outside, they were stunned to see the carnage of flamingos attacking the guests.

“They’ve had enough,” Don murmured before his flamingo tore off his ear.

Jacqueline Moran Meyer

Take It

by Jacqueline Moran Meyer

Dad and I hid underneath a burned-out hovercraft, taking cover from the drone spraying us with hydrocarbon needles, which not only kill but turn the dead into fuel for the Cyborg’s vehicles.

“Take it,” Dad murmured after being hit.

When he died and transformed, I rummaged through his remains, swiping my hands over the slick oily goo, searching for his life’s work. Finding the chip, I ran through the destroyed city clutching Dad’s creation, humanity’s lifesaver.

While sprinting towards the tunnel, the explosions around me intensify.

I will either reach and destroy the Cyborg’s main computer grid or die trying.

Faerie Etiquette

by Jacqueline Moran Meyer

“Stop,” I yelled, too late. My fiancé had already plopped the lavender cake in his mouth. By the time I reached him, the Faerie had disappeared. I had schooled him on Faerie etiquette ad nauseum. Do not accept gifts.

“Didn’t you notice her pointed ears, glimmering skin?”

“Yum,” he mumbled.

“Did you say thank you?” I asked, my tone grim. His answer would decide our future together.

“Yep.”

Distraught, I handed back his ring and walked away.

Saying thank you to a Faerie resulted in her taking your firstborn.

I discovered my pregnancy that morning.

Where could I hide from the Faerie?

Elspeth

by Jacqueline Moran Meyer

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