Imagine a world where sex is illegal.
I don’t know about you, but for me, THIS is the first image that comes to mind:
Now, go back to watching dirty sluts on Spankwire and thank your lucky stars that this is not the case.
It is, however, the central premise for my newest flash fiction challenge piece! This week, Wendig‘s assignment was to come up with our own sub genre of the something-punk category (cyberpunk, steampunk, or in Chuck’s case – cornpunk) and write a short story ~ 1,000 words or less in that new style.
Like the typical horny man that I am, I came up with the idea for a SEXPUNK story. Here’s my tweet-friendly synopsis: In a time when overpopulation threatens to destroy civilization as we know it, the government bans sex in an effort to slow the birth rate.
So, here goes:
The Crime of Passion
The moment our eyes met for the first time, I knew.
I was in trouble.
Teaser of the first chapter from my upcoming mystery novella, The Mysterious Mr. Crowley. Enjoy!
It’s a curious and frightening affair, to wake up not knowing yourself; to open your eyes and look around to see four unfamiliar walls… You blink, to make sure you’re not dreaming. Then, you close your eyes again – this time, you keep them closed.
You count to three and take a deep breath, hoping that when you open your eyes, you’ll be in your room, laying in your bed, right where you were when you fell asleep… Right there at home.
You open your eyes.
Then, reality comes crashing down upon you with all of the horrifying and dismal sobering-power of a pit viper sitting on your chest.
You spring up – your heart skips a beat, you scramble out of the bed, unsure of which way to run… You stumble over to the dresser, and when meeting oneself in the mirror, you know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that everything is wrong. That your mind and body are not in accord; that you do not belong. In that place. In those clothes. In that skin…
Curious and frightening, indeed.