The first time she saw him, he disappeared through a small door behind the Pac-Man machine in Pete’s Arcade. He was a haggard old man with a stoop and gray streaked hair. She could smell him from across the room—he was metallic and rust and molded leaves. Not the kind of scent one would want to inhale very often, if at all. She’d never seen the door before, and even after seeing him escape through it, was unsure that it even existed. Susie touched her forehead. Hot. Beads of sweat slipped down her face, the lights and explosions of gunfire from arcade games erupting all around her.
A 2010 Clarion West Writers Workshop graduate, Lauren Dixon edits the literary ‘zine Superficial Flesh, and her creative work has appeared in Oracle, DIAGRAM, Sojourn, INTER, Kadar Koli and (R)evolve (from Naropa University). She was nominated for the Best New Poets of 2006 Anthology, published by Meridian. She holds an MFA in Creative Writing-Poetry from Texas State University in San Marcos.
"echoes," DIAGRAM, 2009 (poetry)
My work bends genre, but it tends toward horror and the fantastic.
I aim to complete the rough draft of Throwaways, my YA novel-in-progress. I plan to write at least 1000 words a day, five days a week. The work is currently at 15k, and I hope to reach 65k by summer's end.
I hope to raise at least $100 for Clarion West. I will incorporate the favorite color and favorite insect of my first ten sponsors into a section of my book.