Month: July 2019

The Cottage – Part Ten – (Short Story)

Afternoon found him stiff limbed and groggy. Jim reengaged the safety and set the twelve gauge gingerly on the wood panel floor. It was stupid to sleep with a loaded and ready weapon. It hurt a bit. He could stand to be a fool…

Hello World said the Ouija Machine

These machines are febrile hopes for marking the memory of our passing. The permanence of steel, the artificial sun of a liquid display, the durability of plastic. We dance our fingers in frantic spells over 21st century Ouija boards. We the dead write messages…

The Future of Water | Lazy Commentary Vlog

  Gloom, doom, and snark. The case for caution with a side of punk.  Wherein I go through a list of projections regarding the axis resource of water from various organization. Le Source: https://www.seametrics.com/blog/future-water/ Call Me An Idiot Here http://www.minds.com/Weirmellow Or Here mellow.mission.productions@gmail.com Support…

The Cottage – Part Nine – (Short Story)

His eye fell on the neat red script. He should probably read the contents. Maybe they’d offer up some clue as to the identity of his furtive visitors. Then he remembered the meandering sentences, the puerile mysticism, the Talmudic dryness. He could not bring…

Prole Pizza – For Replenishment, Fatness, and Coronary Occlusion (Vlog)

I lug boxes for a living. Sometimes I run out of healthy stuff so I opt for hearty. Base – Red Baron Deluxe Supreme Garnish – Nacho Cheese and a metric ton of Ground Beef I work in the hub but sometimes do driver…

The Cottage – Part Eight – (Short Story)

It was true. Lizzy might be right in calling him a fool. But he wasn’t stupid. He was not about to venture into the yawning depths. The fact that the Maglite beam was consumed by darkness, that it did not find a wall. This…

The Cottage – Part Seven – (Short Story)

The basement was impossible to open from the outside. It was as stealthy an aperture as the access in the kitchen. Presenting itself as nothing but a flat slightly raised patch of wild grass. ‘I just don’t get this place.’ Jim shook his head…

The Cottage – Part Six – (Short Story)

As the week wore on Jim grew comfortable. His initial carelessness returned. He rambled in the woods, feasted on his uncle’s ample supply of venison, and drank much whiskey. Thursday came and Thursday went and there were no consequences. His Yankee pallor disappeared. He…

The Cottage – Part Five – (Short Story)

  Though Hant’s circumspection had proved to be a help round morning. It became a hindrance as noon began to roll on into evening. Jim wanted one thing. Fire. To establish a hearth was to establish a heartbeat. The instinct for flame was as…

The Cottage – Part Four – (Short Story)

“You’d better get used to opening them ears.” An all too familiar voice chirped. Jim started violently. He ashed his jeans with spent tobacco and cursed aloud as hot coffee singed his hand. Clad in a dusty grey-green dress with her torso wrapped in…