The KISMET |
Downtown Ambarvalia was a warren of dingy, facebrick passages and crumbling, shambolic structures. The night had grown bitterly cold and the air was as still as that of a curtained stage. Squat, colon...
Posted by witchboy on Mon, 23 Jun 2008 01:17:00 PST |
the little sister |
The death of Wendy's little sister caused a rupture not unlike a chocolate flake sinking into a smooth white ice-cream. The happening stood out, but was somehow expected and complimentary to the energ...
Posted by witchboy on Wed, 18 Jun 2008 12:38:00 PST |
a meeting in a circus caravan |
Not everyone at the travelling carny knew of the Boss's agenda. That is to say, not everyone was aware of his plans to capture the inhuman mother of his child and parade it across the world as some ki...
Posted by witchboy on Tue, 17 Jun 2008 12:48:00 PST |
THE DEATH OF LOVE!! (a romantic comedy) |
I was renting a room in a house owned by an old, religious couple. The couple was of devout catholic stock and their granddaughter also shared the house with them. Nativity scenes and many beautiful c...
Posted by witchboy on Sun, 15 Jun 2008 02:40:00 PST |
WRITING MOVIES OUT ON MARS |
Sharky Roodebaker grew up in a one horse town called Three Sisters. He'd sit out on the highway and watch the cars. Everything else was just desert and small town nothing. Probably what gave him such ...
Posted by witchboy on Sat, 14 Jun 2008 12:11:00 PST |
auto-erotique (post-Ballard ballad for Ballard) |
I stop on the side of the freeway, on the verge. Sheer faces of concrete and twisted wire barriers barricade the world. A deluge of cars screeches past. Heavy, aerodynamic flashes of compacted metal ...
Posted by witchboy on Sat, 14 Jun 2008 04:52:00 PST |
Mister Skelly and The Cinema of Dreams |
Bantam staggered through claustrophobic hallways, as he did each night, descending further and deeper into the matrix of labyrinthine basements and cellar areas. He eventually arrived at a pair of old...
Posted by witchboy on Thu, 12 Jun 2008 08:54:00 PST |
the expanding cellars |
Bantam lived in a squat just outside the town. It was a lopsided house on the edge of an industrial dumping ground. The walls all leaned together; a ragged ship of a place, lost at sea and sinking. Tr...
Posted by witchboy on Wed, 11 Jun 2008 09:48:00 PST |
loon lake |
A hot Friday oozes in. The temperature goes up like a big red firecracker. The lagoon reaches up and swallows the night whole. Barefoot sneakings in the dark. Skinnydipping in the dark mirrors which l...
Posted by witchboy on Tue, 10 Jun 2008 05:51:00 PST |
SUICIDE SUZIE |
He found himself incapable of answering. After a while she put the phone down. He leaned back heavily and let out a slow, sustained sigh. A vast weight had lifted, leaving a bright, sudden emptiness ...
Posted by witchboy on Mon, 09 Jun 2008 11:28:00 PST |
