I’d assumed the midnight sun would be special. All I saw was a low, dull sun; watery light.
A luminous gloom filled the space between the tree-trunks, flattening all colours. I pulled flowers: catch-fly, lady’s mantle.
A cascade of dew spilled from one. Momentarily, I saw a rainbow at midnight.
Christina Nordlander lives outside Manchester, the UK, with her husband. She has published approximately 30 short stories and other pieces, primarily within horror and dark fantasy.
Brushing my teeth, I see two red eyes in the black window.
They are the rear reflectors of mine and Anki’s bikes, catching the bathroom light. I chuckle thinking about my nervous boyhood self seeing them.
When I straighten up, I remember that Anki’s bike is at the repair shop.
Christina Nordlander lives near Manchester, the UK, with her husband. She has published approximately 25 short stories, almost all of them horror in some way.
The Invasion barely touched us. The Watchers kept to their spires.
Then I started hearing a wailing: fleshy, tinnitic. It mingled with my friends’ voices, until I couldn’t separate them.
Finally, I saw a doctor.
“Have you heard it?” I asked.
“No. Since the angels landed, I’ve heard their song.”
Christina Nordlander is a Swede married to an Englishman outside Birmingham, though she hopes they will both be out of there someday. Most of her writing rests on the speculative spectrum. Visit her Patreon and her Simily.
Teddi plunged into the autumn sea. She breached, spluttering. I couldn’t chicken out.
We dressed: wet goosebumps, grey lips. She turned away, unlike when we were teens.
We reached the road. If she’d been single, I could have asked.
When I drove to drop her off, the road had flooded.
Christina Nordlander was born in 1982 and lives outside Birmingham with her husband and two cats. Her writings primarily fall within the speculative fiction spectrum.
Your possessions, your house. Your job. Your partner. The places you see every day, and the ones you can only reach in memories.
Your friends, everyone you’ve loved. Every pulsing caress, every glance across classroom aisles. Your siblings, your mother and father.
All that is what I want to be.
Christina Nordlander writes constantly, primarily things on the SF/fantasy/horror spectrum. She has lost her job, but still has her PhD in Classics and Ancient History.
A footstep in the hallway. My husband stirred.
“One of the cats?” I asked.
“No, it sounded human…”
He got out of bed. The door opened around his silhouette and closed.
A while later I heard dragging steps. Something undressed, slowly, as if it needed to remove an extra layer.
Christina Nordlander was born in 1982. Most of her creations belong in the dark or the dusk. Support her Patreon.
This filter didn’t alter our faces. The only difference were some golden numbers above our heads; 13 for mum, 40 for me, 5 for Sandra who was a couple of years younger than I. There were smaller figures after them, and I leant closer.
The last ones kept ticking down.
Christina was born 1982 in Sweden but met a very nice English man and now lives outside Birmingham with her husband and two cats. She has published approximately 15 short stories and other pieces, most recently “Spaceship Terror” in Trembling with Fear.