{"id":6929,"date":"2025-05-12T23:48:18","date_gmt":"2025-05-13T06:48:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/harperkingsley.net\/blog\/short-fiction-in-a-paper-world-full-of-paper-people\/"},"modified":"2025-05-12T23:49:15","modified_gmt":"2025-05-13T06:49:15","slug":"short-fiction-in-a-paper-world-full-of-paper-people","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/harperkingsley.net\/blog\/short-fiction-in-a-paper-world-full-of-paper-people\/","title":{"rendered":"SHORT FICTION: In a Paper World Full of Paper People"},"content":{"rendered":"

TITLE: In a Paper World Full of Paper People
\nAUTHOR: Harper Kingsley
\nGENRE: science fiction, introspection<\/p>\n

It was called “paper skin,” though its real scientific name was something long and largely unpronounceable. Everyone knew what paper skin was though. The fear of it was an ever growing concern. A rising stress level that left parents weeping in the night as they feared they or their children would be infected.<\/p>\n

It was highly communicable. Lingering on hard surfaces for four hours and in fabric for close to ten. And once it got inside the human body, its effects were swift and devastating.<\/p>\n

Blood that refused to clot and skin layers that became thin and brittle to the point that simply touching anything with an edge could cause the skin to split open.<\/p>\n

A person with paper skin could die from a paper cut. A simple touch could cause the inside to come outside as the person bled and bled.<\/p>\n

It was horrifying to watch. But hard to look away. Because there was no cure, no vaccine, no treatment other than to never let the infected ever come to harm.<\/p>\n

The victims of paper skin lived in bubbles or muffled themselves with layers of cloth. They kept bandages on them at all times and carried injectors full of drugs that were supposed to help their blood coagulate. But in the end, it was a paper towel to hold back a river. Even if it took years, no one survived paper skin.<\/p>\n

They were separated. Segregated. Surrounded by people wearing hazardous material suits, because their blood always seemed to want out of their bodies, and their blood carried the infection that was taking their lives.<\/p>\n

People feared having paper skin. Dreaded it and fought the inevitably of it, this human plague that was taking hundreds and thousands of lives with every passing day.<\/p>\n

The world had become harsh and terrifying. The invisible prickles on a maple seed became like hypodermic needles. The edge of a table became a blade. The strands of a person’s hair or the licking of a cat’s tongue could result in flesh shearing off to the bone.<\/p>\n

Every day was a day of neverending fear. Mortality had never felt so close at hand. Yet here it was.<\/p>\n

The world was full of paper people desperately avoiding the rain. Coating themselves in wax, but knowing that nothing lasts forever. It only exists for right now.<\/p>\n

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