Tyler Clark (they/them)
Bio
I am a writer, poet, and cat parent from California. My short stories and poems have been published in a chaotic jumble of anthologies, collections, and magazines.
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Porthole Problem
Eugene carefully severed Gary’s foot with a kitchen knife by the dim light of his bedside lamp. Eugene felt sick. Gary had been a horrible bunkmate. He smelled bad, he chewed loudly with his mouth open, and he left hair all over the sink. But the worst part was the snoring. Gary snored like a grizzly bear. A grizzly bear with asthma. That’s why he needed to die.
By Tyler Clark (they/them)4 years ago in Horror
If a Tree Falls. Second Place in Return of the Night Owl Challenge.
Day 1 “I keep losing things.” Sean felt uncomfortable sitting on this sofa. It was situated too low to the ground and its cushions were hard and flat. Sean’s therapist, Peter, sat in an office chair across from him with a notepad on his lap.
By Tyler Clark (they/them)4 years ago in Horror
ADHD and Me
My Journey with ADHD People with atypical neurology often find themselves not knowing where they fit in society. From an early age, people with ADHD find themselves at odds with an educational system that forces them to sit down and focus for hours on end. Once a child gets home from school, they are expected to sit down and focus even longer on their homework. These tasks feel directly counter-intuitive to the way their mind works. For a child with ADHD, it can feel as though the institutions they must participate in are specifically designed to work against them; a round peg being forced into a square hole.
By Tyler Clark (they/them)4 years ago in Psyche
Benny & the Thing in the Basement
Benny ordered two Hawaiian pizzas with cheesy bread sticks, hot wings, and a full 2 liter Mountain Dew. His mom was out of town at a knitting convention, and he was gonna game all weekend. He was thinking he’d play some WoW, some LoL, then space it out with some anime while he ate the pile of junk food at his disposal. He even remembered to stop and grab some antacids while he was buying chips and candy at the store.
By Tyler Clark (they/them)4 years ago in Horror
Maintenance Request
Harold gripped the steering wheel of the small deck boat with white knuckles. He flinched as icy specks of lake water misted his round glasses. Being on open water reminded him of almost drowning as a child, and the lake still terrified him.
By Tyler Clark (they/them)4 years ago in Horror
