Natsuki Kimura

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.

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MAY 25, 2012 1:37PM

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 »

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 theRead full post »

MAY 4, 2012 10:32PM

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 »

APRIL 28, 2012 12:53PM

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 »

FEBRUARY 25, 2012 3:47AM

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 »

FEBRUARY 18, 2012 11:34AM

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 »

FEBRUARY 4, 2012 1:35AM

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 »

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 »

JANUARY 18, 2012 10:12AM

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 »

JANUARY 3, 2012 4:59AM

Short Story: A Sister in the Closet

Part 4 of the "Tilt Girl" series.

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 »

DECEMBER 25, 2011 3:00AM

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 »

1. Sony products
I am a Japanese man living in Japan. This means that I am supposed to love Sony products, which for years were the epitome of cool here -- the products were cool, the ads were cooler, and people didn't mind paying the premium price that the Sony brand… Read full post »
DECEMBER 17, 2011 8:24AM

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 »

DECEMBER 8, 2011 12:03PM

Short Story: Tilt Girl

Part 1 of the "Tilt Girl" series.
 
Shinobu Mochizuki was in a hurry. She had to charge her iPhone before she left for Daikanyama to have her hair cut. But where was her charger? She'd looked everywhere and she hadn't been able to find it. Keeping things in order
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I've always thought the last great revolution was the one in 1917. You can't have a real revolution without horses; the Czar had lovely horses and he had some the best riders in the world. The guys behind the French and American revolutions knew how to ride, too. I've never been… Read full post »
1. Ireland
 
Don't laugh; I didn't realize Ireland was a nation of its own until I went there and learned that I had to go through immigration control when I got off the ferry at Rosslare. (Nobody was manning it, but let's ignore that for now.)
NOVEMBER 25, 2011 9:41PM

Short Vampire Story: Creepy Steak Dinner

Phil, who's this guy I know who keeps saying that he's the only vampire in Tokyo, called me the other day to tell me about this dinner he had. He said it gave him the creeps.

No, I don't know if Phil really is a vampire. Vampires are like the… Read full post »
It started when I was seventeen. Like many seventeen-year-olds, I experimented heavily with drinking. It wasn't long before my "experimentation" with drinking mutated into something I didn't know how to stop, much less control. 

It's the sort of thing everybody goes through, I thought. I even t… Read full post »
NOVEMBER 12, 2011 3:35AM

"A Dorky Cold War Tale" (Short Story)

The first machine I became attached to was a Walkman II. The Walkman II was a little silver box that could hold in it one cassette tape. On a 90-minute cassette tape you could record two LPs (33's, y'all), which in those days felt like a lot. With my Walkman II… Read full post »
NOVEMBER 5, 2011 11:06PM

Very, Very Short Fiction: Fiber

It awoke Takeo a few hours before dawn, the sensation of something crawling along his skin and into his navel.

He took off his shirt and looked down.

A thread-thin fiber -- itself transparent and carrying some kind of liquid that glowed a brilliant cobalt blue -- ran from… Read full post »
OCTOBER 30, 2011 12:32PM

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 »

OCTOBER 22, 2011 9:43PM

Very, Very Short Fiction: Spider

I went to the theater to see some South Korean movie about teenagers in love. I didn't want to watch it. I didn't know the director or any of the actors. I had gone mainly because I wanted to sit in a dark room isolated from the rest of the world… Read full post »
OCTOBER 15, 2011 7:27AM

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.

I… Read full post »

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

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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 »