It is 2046, and recent high school graduate Trent Waverly has a problem. A local mobster believes Trent stole some valuable data. Now, Trent’s only hope to live past noon is a dog named Chainsaw…
At 14,500 words, Chainsaw is a science-fiction/horror short story that some have described as an over-the-top very fun read. I am pleased to present the opening paragraphs:
“Trent! Dude! Wake up! We got a problem!”
Joey’s voice mixed with his frantic pounding on the front door of my Uncle Max’s bungalow. I jerked from a troubled sleep and dreams of a car pulling out in front of me as I raced down the street on my twelve-speed, too fast to stop in time with the brakes, hemmed in by cars on either side, unable to do anything but raise my hands, brace myself, wonder how the hell I was going to pay for all the medical bills—assuming I survived . . .
He sounded urgent, even through the multitude of doors and walls between his mouth and my ears. My uncle’s reply sounded equally strident from his bedroom down the hall, though I could tell he was still half-asleep.
“Whatha’ fuck? Whozzat banging on the fucking door!”
I managed to get out of bed and past his bedroom door before he jerked it open. By then, Joey had launched into another round of knocking.
“Trent! C’mon, man! Wake up!”
“I got it, I got it!” I said over my shoulder.
Joey’s pounding stopped when I unlatched the locks.
I swung the door wide, stood there in my T-shirt and skivvies. “What!”
Joey looked at me, then over my shoulder. “Sorry ’bout waking you, Mr. Waverly.” Then, eyes wide, he said, “Trent, dude, please tell me you didn’t fuck with that last data ring you delivered last night!”