“… During the off-season, it was a mental hospital…”
“… During the off-season, it was a mental hospital…”
“…Our old lives of electronics and amusements and the stupid jobs we did to pay for them was all gone. Just like that…”
“…what is important is what we do inside the prisons where we find ourselves. (I feel the vomit rising in my throat at I type such odiously cheap and optimistic sentiments.) …”
“…The party was getting loud and out of hand… Then I heard a gunshot…”
“…I resumed my dream job which was taking apart greasy filthy machinery in order to salvage their screws, which is only slightly more demeaning than the job I do during my waking life…”
“…Nothing was happening here at all. It was a cultural low pressure zone…”
I’ve often wondered if my 1990 Electra Glide will take me to the grave but didn’t think it might be the actual vessel used. Shows how little imagination I sometimes have.
This youngun’ – shot dead while young enough to leave a beautiful corpse – was allegedly embalmed and mounted on his favorite motorcycle to lie in state. Even if this is a hoax, it’s a pretty fun one, eh?
My psyche wasn’t crafted for conventions – too many actual humans, far too close and in the case of writer’s conventions, humans who are mostly ape-shit crazy.
“…They had brought blankets and pillows and made beds in the long hard pews…”
“…They were wiggling their long alien fingers at me like they were trying to be spooky or something..”
“…The effect was absolutely sinister. With every step my good mood dissipated…”
“… there were already things growing there…”
“…A death threat had been made on the Empress’ life and these three gentlemen had gone grave ends to protect her…”
“…And I found the city totally messed up…”

The violence of everyday office life – punched paper, sheets pierced with staples, envelopes ripped open – is lovingly expressed by this set of stationery designed for 13th Street (a German horror and crime channel.)
“…they hurried after me and got in too before the doors closed…”
“…That’s when I noticed the ghosts, particularly strange ghosts…”
“…my back started getting numb. My whole right side from my shoulder on down starting tingling and then going dead…”