Pseudopod 058: Among Their Bright Eyes

By Alaya Dawn Johnson

Read by The Word Whore
They worship him. Or, perhaps more accurately, they are afraid of him. They keep him in one of their shelters, where he sits rigidly day after day, surrounded by the tiny, shriveled heads of their enemies. His dull, open eyes–two different shades of brown–stare at nothing. His stolen lungs do not breathe, his pilfered heart does not pound. Yet his crudely stitched patchwork skin does not rot any further–the monster has stopped, but he is not dead.

I despise him for being so pityingly self-assured, so brave. He descended to the darkness, but I still chased the lightning, wishing I could stop even while that surreal light coursed through my body. He says that Christians are supposed to love their creator, but how could I love mine? I am an abomination, a wild assembly of wasted, fetid things–a whore of borrowed parts. How could I want this life? And yet, how can I end it?

October 5th, 2007 11:47 am

This story was amazing. More please!

October 5th, 2007 2:59 pm

LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE this story. (And the original Frankenstein book.) I want more already!

October 6th, 2007 1:30 pm

Cool story, and a good reading.

One thing thing I just HAVE to mention–not nitpicking, I just find myself incapable of not mentioning it–but it’s the “Nostromo” floating through space at the end of Alien.

October 8th, 2007 10:29 pm

I am very glad I clicked on this story. What a wonderful introduction to Pseudopod!

The images of the trophy-ringed clearing and Kopi sinking beneath the water will stay with me for quite a long time.

Excellent story and stellar reading.

October 13th, 2007 2:41 pm

I don’t know how her name is spelled in the book, Kopi, or Copy, but the latter would seem to fit as a cruel joke, as she is anything but. It was a shame, though, that she felt her condition to be as bad as being a creature of cobbled together corpses. In a better place, Kopi could have lived a perfectly happy life.

October 14th, 2007 10:06 am

i had a very hard time listening to this story, as the narrator’s voice was pegging the bass levels on my pod. no other story has sounded this awful, so I didnt even listen to the whole story

October 20th, 2007 10:23 am

The story was read by mistress monotone and bored me to the point that I nearly fell asleep driving to work. Also, since the levels were so screwed up, I kept missing words with the road noise.

It seems to me that if you have submission guidelines, you should have reading and sound guidelines to which you would adhere or not release the story. Then again, if you did that, you wouldn’t run lousy stories like this one.

Mari Mitchell
April 10th, 2008 3:06 pm

I wonder what it is about Frankenstein that we are compelled to visit over and over. So how it must touch upon God and death and other core things inside each of us. Plus even if they are, maybe someone will be kind enough to take from another and sew into us.