Cameron D. Garriepy's Blog, page 15
January 4, 2015
The Day I Hate Christmas
“I hate Christmas.” I’d just gone from sitting to prone. Barefoot and disheveled on our bedroom floor, staring at the ceiling, I heard Mark laugh from the walk-in closet, “can I get a recording of that?” “No.” He makes me laugh at myself. It’s a seriously endearing quality. “It’s just …
December 23, 2014
Santa’s Photographer: Finale
Continued from Part Eleven. To read from the beginning, start here. Shell clocked out of the Outpost for the last time at 4:37 PM on December 23rd. Inhaling deeply, she shook her hair out in an effort to get rid of the wig-head. if there was ever a last chance …
December 22, 2014
Santa’s Photographer: Part Eleven
Continued from Part Ten. To read from the beginning, start here. When you’d been divorced for a little less thanhalfas long as your son had been alive, at least there wastime to build your own traditions as he grew. Or so Gib told himself. Liz’s abrupt departure from their life …
December 19, 2014
Available now! Atlantic to Pacific: Two Christmas Stories
I’ve teamed up with friend and colleague Angela Amman to bring you: Two short holiday stories from authors Angela Amman and Cameron D. Garriepy, perfect for a cozy fire, or a flight home… for the holidays. “I met a man … Continue reading →
December 18, 2014
Santa’s Photographer: Part Ten
Continued from Part Nine. To read from the beginning, start here. “Pros,” Tish said, folding Shell’s sweaters and tucking them into the rolling carry-on bag lying open on the bed between them. “That awkwardness is out of the way. He’s … Continue reading →
December 17, 2014
Santa’s Photographer: Part Nine
Continued from Part Eight. To read from the beginning, start here. Time slowed — like in the movies. Shell had a chance to take in the details visually, but the sounds swam in from a far away shore. The weirdness … Continue reading →
December 16, 2014
Santa’s Photographer: Part Eight
Continued from Part Seven. To read from the beginning, start here. Sometime in the third hour of screaming babies, tantrumming parents, and the ceaseless ringingof the bells on the toes of Jingles’s and Snowflake’s elven booties, Shell nearly walked off … Continue reading →
December 15, 2014
Santa’s Photographer: Part Seven
Continued from Part Six. To read from the beginning, start here. Gib struck out for Piper’s Playroom after the afternoon rush. Riddle & Blade did a brisk business in the weeks leading up to Christmas, but unlike a lot of … Continue reading →
December 12, 2014
P.O.W.ER: A Review
Welcome to New North, a near-future splinter-nation of a once-great democracy. A walled-off, totalitarian, patriarchal theocracy in which centralized wealth, rigid social castes, legislated segregation and discrimination, and technological reversion leave women powerless, denied the written word, kept as chattel … Continue reading →
December 11, 2014
Santa’s Photographer: Part Six
Continued from Part Five. To read from the beginning, start with Part One. “I like your real hair.” The man from the mall’s eyes sparkled with wry humor. Déjà-vu skittered down Shell’s back, even as a blush stained her cheeks. … Continue reading →
