"[I] don’t trust him, she said, he kills things for a living now, got a pest control van, see, he’s still a bully [...]"
🚚 Don't miss Peter DeMarco's (@PDMwriter) breathless, one-sentence story, "The Good Guy," in The Bulb Region today.
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What starts with old movies, diner coffee & a faded suburban theater slowly becomes something far more unsettling.
@PDMwriter has written a story that is suburban nostalgia, grief, obsession & something far darker simmering underneath.
At the Garage:
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I liked it. The thing about the bully and fossilized nerd blood was marvelous. I love your sinister alienation. The nod to Psycho continues your suggestions of menace under the prosaic. And your reuse and variation of themes—the dead mother in particular—accrues an eerie meaning
In #71, we take you back to that Long Island town where you used to linger unnoticed in the background. Check out this sweet nostalgic piece with just the right amount of bitterness. Read “Class of ‘77” by @PDMwriter. Cheers, Peter! 🍸
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Saw this at the Santa Barbara International Film Festival in February. An absolute blast! Still playing at festivals all over. Fans of horror @malsmart need to have this on their radar. Met the writer @elizapower and director. No CGI. Incredible. Black horror comedy at its finest. And it's only 15 minutes.
Leave it to Travis to concoct a zany, slapstick story and then end it with the most poignant sentences. This story took me back to second grade and my favorite book, Moon Man. The man in the moon is lonely but when he comes to Earth for companionship he's treated like an invader for being different and chased away.
Been trying to crack HAD for like a year and they finally let my weird ass in 🙏
Here's "Moon Story." It's a story. About the moon. Big thanks to @fowlinghantod picking it up 🫡
"Shards of my little bird bones rattling a call to hers: move shake skip dance, dance, dance like I always loved, dance while your skeleton still can."
Still thinking about this last line.
“One day Dad brought home a boombox from his construction site, the equipment victim of an errant brick so every few words crackled. It became Big Band at midnight and Hip Hop at dawn and Country at lunch.”
🔥 Lauren Kardos in The Bulb Region today.
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"One woman rolled out from under the bed and told me her theory about what happened that night, which is also happening now."
👁️ Don't miss Ivy Grimes' (@IvyGri) deliciously uncanny short story, "Fish Eyes," in The Bulb Region today.
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The tone of this poem reminded me of "All Watched Over By Machines of Loving Grace." Thank you @malsmart for delivering such delicious morbidity. And with the years creeping by I fear that Citizen Kane montage of missed opportunity.