Caitlin Meyer

“Braindead Shenyang” by Caitlin Meyer

The winter has subdued itself this year and the quiet seems to be too much. Every silence before the storm leads to a bigger opening act either from nature or, sometimes worse, in human (or Drombie) form. They started to activate the D’s with computer chips to control them. Some A.I. experts that survived into the Dark have been subduing the D’s and putting them under to do experiments on them. Turns out the chips worked just like they do in any robot. I mean, the brain is dead, so why wouldn’t it work to just operate it if it isn’t too f...

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“The Whisper” by Caitlin Meyer

Submitted to Contest #58

“Dad, I don’t want to. Please. I’ll do anything, I will never complain about my homework again. Please, please, please.” “Don’t be silly, Max. Remember what we talked about? We need to face our fears. What better way to face your fear of the dark than to camp outside during a power outage? We can build a campfire, roast marshmallows, and spend time together without the tv on for once.” Max clutched his bear, Christmas, tight to his chest. He had indeed received that bear for Christmas and it has only left his side a handful of times sin...

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“Feel the Burn” by Caitlin Meyer

Submitted to Contest #57

“Hello everyone and welcome to The Buzz with your host, yours truly, Melissa Breckeridge. Tonight is a very special evening as it is the 60th anniversary of Sun Rays Collective protests that were the widest spread protests of all time. Tonight we have an exclusive interview with Isabella Grey, the great grand daughter of Allen Grey, the founding father of the Sun Rays. Welcome, Isabella. It’s an honor to have you here.” “It really is a pleasure to be here. Thank you for having me.” “Let’s delve right into the grit of it. Your great grand...

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“America, Land of Greatness” by Caitlin Meyer

Submitted to Contest #56

“Did you see what she was wearing?” “Seriously inappropriate. I mean, Tiffany said she would try to help her, but obviously she didn’t heed her advice…” “Excuse me?” Both of the women turned coolly to the man who interrupted their dance of gossip that never held any fruitful accomplishments of any sort. “I’m sorry to bother you, ladies, but are you here for the speech on the South Lawn? I was wondering if I could get a quote from you. I’m doing an op-ed on the last night of the RNC and wanted to interview the attendees.” A tight s...

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“Loose Ends” by Caitlin Meyer

Submitted to Contest #55

“Can you keep a secret?” Jules lit up a cigarette (without asking permission) while we were staking a possible hide out for a drug kingpin out in my car. I indulge him because he’s my partner and fifteen years my senior, with just the same amount of time on the force to observe and learn from. “Is it that you still hide you haven’t quit smoking from your wife?” Jules smoked as he exhaled slowly through the window cracked open as small droplets of rain made their way in to roll down the inside of the passenger door (also without permis...

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“The Illusion” by Caitlin Meyer

Submitted to Contest #54

“It’s not up to us to give second chances. It’s not our right. We shouldn’t get a shot at playing God just because we have the technology and the money to, especially profiting off of it in front of an audience.” Larry leaned over his beer and peered around to make sure no one was listening in the crowded brew pub that was clearly filled with too many hipsters entranced in their own problems to care about what was going on at our booth. “Sean, if you had a problem with all of this, shouldn’t you have said something from the get go? I mea...

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“Panting Dogs Will Lie” by Caitlin Meyer

Submitted to Contest #53

“What actually is a… reinsurer? I bet you get asked that a lot,” the young woman chuckled as she fanned the beading dribbles of sweat with a voter’s pamphlet to no avail. I offered a tight smile as I cursed myself for having my beamer taken in for maintenance. I hardly ever take the metro to work, and today was agonizingly packed, as to be expected during rush hour in D.C., but I hadn’t thought of the time when I told my assistant that the date would be fine as I was half listening while going over the next week’s schedule. Even with AC, ...

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