THE NIGHTLY CHILL
By Steve Arviso
I’ve Got a Receipt (Act 1, Scene 3).
FIGHT THE DAWN!
As the sunlit sanity of the waking world burns the night to ash,
embrace the unbound madness of your wildest dreams,
laugh into the endless abyss of your darkest fantasies,
and rage against the coming dawn.
The Nightly Chill is the unstable experience of the mind and madness of Steve Arviso (@AmoralCrackpot). Mon-Fri. Ish.
- BETWEEN THE CRACKS
- WE ARE THE LOST
- I’VE GOT A RECEIPT (ACT 1, SCENE 3)
- THE MIXTAPE
I think what I really want, deep down, is for my quackery to be misconstrued as some mad genius by a group of wackos.
BETWEEN THE CRACKS
Dearest Bank Employee,
Please deposit $50,000, comprised of unmarked bills, into the included self-addressed stamped envelope. Thank you for your cooperation.
WE ARE THE LOST
The Nightly Chill wants to show some love to a variety of cool shit from local and other independent artists, performers, and assorted creative types!
If you have a show you want to promote, especially if it’s located in SoCal, let’s get your poster and links! Got a cool short film you made for no money, or a song your band is trying to get out there to more peeps? Let’s embed that YouTube video and link new listeners to where they can support you!
Hit us up if you make:
- Music, audio dramas
- Genre fiction, poetry, films, etc!
The weirder, the better!
We are The Lost. And together, we’ll make sure the world sees and hears us.
PULPBUSTERS – THE SHADOW KNOWS
Adena’s lil’ audio love note to the (great) granddaddy of pulp vigilantes, The Shadow. Listen to it now on Spotify, sub to the PulpBusters audio feed, or even download a free MP3 of The Shadow Knows using the links below.
I’VE GOT A RECEIPT – ACT 1, SCENE 3
An absurd tale of consumerism and cosmic horror. Continued.
Previously, on “I’ve Got a Receipt”… Cassie navigated her husk of a car to a rolling stop in the mostly empty lot outside of a squatish, mall-shaped building.
Well, that’s weird.
That somebody would leave their car running while they go shopping?
No. It’s weird that you parked next to the only other car here.
SCENE 3. THE GARDEN II
SOUNDSCAPE: THE GENERAL EMPTINESS OF A MODERN DAY MALL, BUT WITH THE HAUNTING ECHOES OF A FOUL, SINISTER PRAYER.
For what little it’s worth, The Garden was the sort of place that should have gone out of business during the Clinton Administration, plowed, and turned into yet another lot of overpriced, low-quality condos and shops marketed towards Millennials who will never afford them.
And yet, here it was. A four-screen, second-run movie theater dillydallying at one end. A vacant, two-story nothing at the other. And somewhere between this was a sparsely populated food court, a furniture store holding the world’s longest going out of business sale, and a fountain that had not been in active use for several years, yet hadn’t been cleaned in even longer.
Fortunately, this unsightly mess of utter economic failure had the benefit of distracting Cassie and her sister from the faint and utterly haunting echoes of some foul and sinister prayer.
CASSIE AND SISTER WALK THROUGH THE MALL. UP, UNDER.
Okay. Is it just me, or is this place a lot bigger on the inside?
I dunno. But it definitely smells like pee.
It always smelled like pee.
How is this place still open? Half the shops are closed.
Yeah. And the other half are just a bunch of kiosks selling phone cases and little helicopters.
Didn’t there used to be a carousel in here?
(Matter-of-fact. Unsettling so.)
Oh, that? They had to get rid of it after some homeless guy hung himself on it.
(Ignoring Cassie. Pointing.)
Found Boulder Holders!
TO BE CONTINUED…
READ IT ALL NOW!
Tracks I’m currently chillin’ with. Tonight, other nights. Follow the Playlist on YouTube to keep up with all the changes.
GRAND GHOULISH – THE E-BOOK!
Originally serialized in the digital pages of The Nightly Chill, Steve Arviso’s Grand Ghoulish collects the completed absurd twisted romance between a photographer, a housewife, and her husband–a surgeon who enjoys getting a little blood on his hands!
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YOU ARE NOT ALONE
THE NIGHTLY CHILL