(He can call me any time)
Holding your breath
I feel so grateful that you allow me to visit you again, Raven McAllan. Here I would like to share with your readers my new m/m short story, A Midnight Caller, published by Bitten Press.
So holding your breath. When was the last time you held your breath and what made you do it?
As of late, I’ve held my breath so many times. I did it when I waited for any acceptance/rejection on my stories. I did it as well when I found out that a particular publisher accepted one of the stories. I held my breath when I got edits from my editors and did it again when I received covers for my shorts. I also held my breath whenever I read people’s opinions on them, whether they liked them or not too much. I held my breath so many times I wonder I’m still alive right now.
The characters in this story, I guess, hold their breath every time they call or receive calls. It must be quite frightening to get mysterious calls, but who knows, perhaps it’s exciting, too?
How about you? What occasions make you hold your breath?
A Midnight Caller
Actor Ashley Ferguson had received several mysterious calls for the past couple of nights. The caller said he was also an actor. Ashley tried to find out who he was and guessed it was Colt Harper, a young actor whose show was also playing on TV. Ashley thought of reporting the calls to the cops several times but he kept delaying doing it.
One night after Ashley was finished shooting someone grabbed him in the parking lot. The man said he was the midnight caller. Ashley was afraid that his earlier guess was wrong and his decision not to report to the police would end up really bad for him.
“Hey, I’m sorry, man…”
“And you said you’d call the next day but you didn’t.”
“Oh, were you expecting that? Sorry to disappoint you.”
“Shut up. I’m just so stupid. Get out of my life, okay?”
“Hey, wait. Please, I didn’t mean that. I’m so grateful you want to talk to me.”
“I don’t want to talk to you.”
“Yeah, I know. I mean, thanks for giving me the chance to talk to you. By the way, Ashley…”
“Listen. You sound like a good kid. Why don’t you tell me your name and end all this weirdness?”
“And then we can meet?”
“We’ll see about that.”
“Don’t you want to see me?”
About the Author:
Iyana lives in Jakarta, a city famous for its traffic jams, a lot of cars and motorcycles, and people selling stuff on the roads. You can spend two hours on the road going to a place you can reach in half an hour in a normal situation. Thanks to the traffic jams, though, Iyana can come up with a lot of stories, mostly shorties, as she prefers to spend the time during her trips writing into her cell phone rather than sleeping.
Another thing Iyana loves is kitties. Right now she has five of them. Their names are Larva, Nyil, Cil, Mermood, and Horus. When she doesn’t write, she plays with them, or they would play with her when she writes.
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