Disclaimer: Some dates and figures have been approximated.
The opening scene is an interpretation of my experiences with EDM shows and festivals.
It’s nighttime. Stars dapple the sky but nobody notices. Over the rolling hills softened by greening grass, hundreds of people, mostly ages eighteen to twenty five, crowd together. A cacophony of chatter and laughter rises from the crowd. It mixes with the smoke of spliffs and cigarettes and drifts away on a lazy breeze. Some are drinking beer while others sip water from thin rubber hoses attached to their backpacks. Some are sitting cross-legged on blankets and a few are even dancing. Some are quiet; some are still. Waiting, watching the world through widened pupils.
Everyone is happy. Continue reading Press to Make Music
Through his cage’s chipped, wooden bars, Fox observed the menacing clouds hung across the sky. The elegant thunderheads positioned over the nearby village of Worm as bursts of lightning split the sky and thunder’s brutal cackle bounded across the ether. Continue reading Under the Eagle’s Wing
The king frowned as he observed the villagers below in quiet contempt. They were gathered near the base of his tower around a raging bonfire and conversed over a sparse yet merry dinner. They were happy, despite the poverty they shared. Their ignorance made the king furious. Continue reading Long Live the King
Monday, June 20th. The year: 2012. A young paranormal investigator named Elon was in Washington D.C. on a much needed vacation. The constant adventure and adrenaline of dealing with ghosts, zombies, witches, warlocks, Frankenstein-esque beasts and, above all else, his horribly incompetent partner, made him sick of the horror genre altogether and so, naturally, he fled. The historic landmarks, dreadful traffic, politics… It was the epitome of what Elon needed—it was boring.
Continue reading No Cellphones Allowed
Floyd stood holding a cold can of Coors Light. With each drunken wave of his hand, beer splashed from the lip of his can onto the sleeve of his dull-brown coat. He talked about how he was considering a Veterinarian degree now that he’d been fired from the ski lift up on Crested Butte. Apparently a flask of Jack Daniels wasn’t required snow gear.
Continue reading Ugly Ducklings