I submitted a short story for Lily Hoang and Blake Butler's Innovative Fiction Anthology yesterday. The story kinda functions as a deleted scene for the novel, meaning that, Salim, the main character, types a lot of the actual story in first person on a laptop. Certain files were deleted and not included in the final version (of the novel). If I end up writing more deleted scenes, I hope to have a collection of them published with illustrations by an Iranian/American friend of mine.
We'll see if this makes the cut for the anthology. Here's the first few paragraphs of the deleted scene:
In the video, it’ll be different.
Sleep repels itself, allotting only an hour rest. And what shallow sleep settles is disturbed by weird dreams about men tossing dogs off buildings – terriers and German shepherds and newborn rottweilers yelping and spinning – and when the men run out of dogs they throw themselves. When the last man leaps, I wake up. Cold.
The night has no soundtrack but creeks and snaps. Every bird chirp could be a radio squeaking attack, every splash embellishes into boots rushing us blind. Restless, I’ve sat up so many times I probably have a six pack from paranoia – it could be marketed as The Ultimate, 480 Minute, Don’t Stab Me in My Sleep Workout.
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