Natsuki Kimura
- Location
- Urayasu, Japan
- Birthday
- June 21
- Bio
- I live in a country known for its many earthquakes; I live 200 kilometers away from three (still) out-of-control nuclear reactors; my father saw the mushroom cloud over Nagasaki as a boy; I watch movies with titles like Neon Genesis Evangelion and Gattaca; I read books with titles like Trout Fishing in America and In Our Time; I make collages about my wife and show them in Tokyo galleries; I spend weekends writing about nukes, aliens, vampires, and love child Vulcans.
MY RECENT POSTS
- Short Story: Plenty
May 25, 2012 01:36PM - Short Story: How I Killed D.
B. Cooper
May 12, 2012 10:33PM - Short Story: Second Class
Angel
May 04, 2012 10:32PM - Short Story: Dead and Insane
April 28, 2012 12:52PM - Short Story: Reboot
February 25, 2012 03:44AM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “that's a treasure. it's
never gone out of style and it
never
will.”
May 28, 2012 09:55AM - “oh, the "litte red
riding hood" . . . darn, i
should have
done
somethin…”
May 26, 2012 10:12AM - “here's a link to a video
of arlo guthrie singing
the
"motorcycle
song."…”
May 26, 2012 09:52AM - “Hi, everyone. This
week's story is called
"Plenty." A wolf
is
mentioned…”
May 25, 2012 01:40PM - “i'm not a writer, i
don't even read fiction all
that much and
i certainly
don't s…”
May 20, 2012 02:50PM
Natsuki Kimura's Links
- Natsuki Kimura's collages
- Sweetwater (online gallery)
- Natsuki Kimura's photography
-
Natsuki Kimura's Flickr page
Short Story: Plenty
I became a thief after the translation company I worked for went out of business.
The dissolution of my company was a messy affair and I don't want to go into it right now, if ever. The company still owes me quite a lot of back pay, though I'm quite sure I won't… Read full post »
Short Story: How I Killed D. B. Cooper
When I was a kid I hated school. I couldn't stand teachers, math, sloppy joes, gym class, the other kids. I did anything to not go to school. Mother was drunk and didn't care and truancy officers were after me all the time. I spent a lot of time in the… Read full post »
Short Story: Second Class Angel
I'm a second class angel, which means I'm more or less a temp worker in the angel business. I don't even have wings.
First class angels have tenure and wings and are the ones who get their names mentioned in the holy books. We do drudge work for god's myriad little… Read full post »
Short Story: Dead and Insane
I can be felt, but I can't be seen.
I'm a ghost, and I am out of my mind.
I spend my time hugging the living in a particular way, squeezing life out of them.
I'm good at it, one of the best. I can do it without being… Read full post »
Short Story: Reboot
I was bitten by a vampire the year Rahm Emanuel became the mayor of Chicago. The guy who bit me was a sick and evil bastard. I hired a vampire hunter from Kenosha to do him in. While I was at it, I had her get rid of all the vampires… Read full post »
Short Story: Bitten
It was a long time ago, back when Seattle still had the Kingdome. We went to see Peter Frampton there, and Jimmy Carter was our president.
Things were going bad, and I was going to make them worse. I sat in our room near Green Lake, and put my pills on… Read full post »
Short Story: Before Joining the Dead
My right arm disappeared the same time Yui did. I woke up and it wasn't there, as if it had always been that way.
I then stopped smoking and eating because I no longer had to. Work stopped being important so I stopped going to the office. The TV and the… Read full post »
Short Story: The Girl With a Hello Kitty Earring
Part 6 of the "Tilt Girl" series.
Toshiko Mochizuki woke up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat. This had been happening regularly since her teenage daughter Shinobu had run away from home when she learned that both her father and older brother were gay. Toshiko had been spendin… Read full post »
Short Story: Blood and Spit
Part 5 of the "Tilt Girl" series.
When she was in middle school, Shinobu Mochizuki was told by her mother that she would go on to live a compartmentalized life, with worlds hidden from each other with secrets and lies.
Shinobu remembered looking up from her pyrex teacup perplexed; she had… Read full post »
Short Story: A Sister in the Closet
Yoshimitsu Mochizuki, a university student and a gymnast, sat at his desk and tried to come to terms with a problem: Shinobu, his sister who had graduated from high school the previous spring, had moved into his apartment's closet and he couldn't get her to… Read full post »
Short Story: New Year's Day
Part 3 of the "Tilt Girl" series.
Kazuhiro Mochizuki sat at his desk in his study and went through the new year cards that arrived that morning. He read the messages on each card, sent by relatives, friends, business contacts, the bars he frequented, his fishing buddies, etc. There were two… Read full post »
7 Things I'm surprised I DON'T Like: Beth Mann's OC Part 2
Short Story: The Weather in Vladivostok
Part 2 of the "Tilt Girl" series.
Shinobu Mochizuki sat at the kitchen table, watching the little Christmas tree made out of optic fibers on corner of the table. The tips of the fibers lighted on and off ever so gently and reminded Shinobu of city lights she had seen from… Read full post »
Short Story: Tilt Girl
Fiction: Interview with Phil, the Only Vampire in Tokyo
7 Things I'm Suprised I Like: Beth Mann's OC
Short Vampire Story: Creepy Steak Dinner
Short Story: The Angel with the Leather Eyepatch
"A Dorky Cold War Tale" (Short Story)
Very, Very Short Fiction: Fiber
Very, Very Short Fiction: Ghosts
I have a friend who's a vampire. His name is Phil and he claims to be the only vampire in Tokyo. He's immortal and he's seen the American, French, and Russian revolutions. He can go on for hours with stories about Benjamin Franklin ("a real party animal"), Marie Antoinette ("she was… Read full post »
Very, Very Short Fiction: Spider
Very, Very Short Fiction: The Dream
It's always the same; it never fluctuates in any way.
I close my eyes and almost simultaneously the thing starts itself up.
It's a dream that begins with me feeling cold asphalt touching my chin.
I look forward and I see it: the black leather shoe.
[Fiction] Big Bert, Miss Hooper and Oscar the Horse, v1.1
Big Bert was a bandit in Wyoming back when it was still wild country, the kind of place where laws were meaningless and order existed only in the form of a loaded gun.
Big Bert stole from anyone, whether they be farmers, merchants, bankers, soldiers or Indians; he would shoot
… Read full post »Torman's Open Call (Small Joys): Going to the Bathhouse
I am a Japanese man living in Japan; my small joy is going to the bathhouse.
I don't have to do this; my apartment has a perfectly nice bath and I usually do my bathing there.
I go to the bathhouse when I can because of the experience.
Going to the… Read full post »
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