Water Jumping and Baby Penguins |
[The night air is thick with dreadful anticipation. We know that Corn has been in a foul mood since we all arrived. It seems with each passing victim he gets more and more irritable. His features have...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Jun 2008 07:10:00 GMT |
En Day Cowd Are Goon |
[Darkness fills the room.] [The man in the corner tosses and turns, his eyes closed, his body sweat-soaked, sheets on the floor. The yellowed skin is chalky, like damp dust in an old abandoned buildin...
Posted by on Thu, 15 May 2008 00:52:00 GMT |
Exploding Torpedoes and Dust Everywhere |
[Dust hangs in the air. We've noticed it over the last several days. For some reason, the theater is not as clean as it was when we entered this place over eight weeks ago.] [It has been silent for th...
Posted by on Thu, 08 May 2008 09:13:00 GMT |
Shattered Windows, Vampires and He Who Stayed |
There are children . . . four of them. [Her voice catches us by surprise. We look down to the dark stage. Though no lights are on, we can still see the outline of the cage and the silhouette of the gi...
Posted by on Wed, 30 Apr 2008 09:21:00 GMT |
No Woods For the Crashing Heart |
Come now, what do we have here? [Eyes narrow, smile widens.] This one should be quite fun. *** [We barely have enough time to adjust in our seats before Corn is stroking his chin, eyes on the young gi...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Apr 2008 10:44:00 GMT |
Fairy Teeth and the One That Got Away |
[The harsh steel on steel creaking grates on our nerves. We look from our seats. Down below us a cage hangs at center stage. The young man entrapped in it sits on his haunches. Eyes distant, hair dish...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Apr 2008 09:17:00 GMT |
Funeral of the Bloodied Eyes |
[We have leave our perch in the rafters for a more comfortable seating arrangement. The balcony seats are free and from their position we can close our eyes or duck away if needed.]
[We still ar...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Mar 2008 08:55:00 GMT |
Ulnet Tobe Clands and His Bleeding Gums |
[Sitting on the floor, legs crossed, hands on knees. Eyes closed, lips turned down, hair poking out, pointing in all directions. Looks up. The one eye gleams in the meager light of the theater.] The ...
Posted by on Thu, 20 Mar 2008 08:59:00 GMT |
The Watching of the Yellow Bloodshot Eyes |
Your dreams are but pieces of you. Small pieces, that when combined, can tell you so much about yourself. Your nightmares . . . they are who you really are. [Sitting, center stage, light blue spotligh...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Mar 2008 14:40:00 GMT |
Little Girl Lost and the Horse With No Eyes |
[He stands atop a rafter, looking down.] They file in nice and orderly. What a polite group of victims . . . [Puts hand to mouth in mock surprise] Oooops. I mean what a polite group of spectators. I d...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Mar 2008 21:52:00 GMT |
