THE NIGHTLY CHILL
By Steve Arviso
I’ve Got a Receipt (Act 1, Scene 4).
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 4)
- THE MIXTAPE
Kinda like Grand Ghoulish, I’ve Got a Receipt has been an idea floating about in my head for years. Not as long, but quite a while. I actually started writing it several months back, finally, tweet-by-tweet. It got a little love, but not enough.
Now I’m taking that original tweeted, incomplete short story and repurposing it into a script for an audioplay. It’s netting way more love than before. And I think it’s coming off a lot better. Fun times.
Sometimes you start off telling a story one way, but it might be better told in another. Not sure if this the best way for I’ve Got a Receipt. But it’s a step in the right direction.
BETWEEN THE CRACKS
My husband is a thirty-seven year old man currently involved in an on-going argument with a stranger on the internet. Where did my life go wrong?
The Goobers in Garden Grove
At the very least, it was at the assumption that your life ever went right to begin with.
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 4
An absurd tale of consumerism and cosmic horror. Continued.
Previously, on “I’ve Got a Receipt”… Cassie and her sister ventured into the depths of their local mall to return some oversized crushed velvet lingerie.
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!
SCENE 4. I’VE GOT A RECEIPT
SOUNDSCAPE: THE UNCOMFORTABLE AURA OF A WOMEN’S LINGERIE STORE THAT ONLY EMPLOYS UNCOMFORTABLE MIDDLE-AGED MEN.
The most fascinating thing about Boulder Holders isn’t the fact that it proudly confesses to have the biggest selection of crushed velvet sexual goods in the state of California. Nor is it the way the stores are designed to look like the cluttered, unkempt changing rooms of your local low-rent strip joint.
Unfortunately, the most fascinating thing about a female-owned and -centric business like Boulder Holders is that it hired Peter Badabing, a grotesque schlub of a middle-aged man, to manage their location at The Garden. Because while Peter was never formally charged with any crime, his twenty-year habit of looking up girls’ skirts as they rode the mall’s only functioning escalator is, at the very least, a conflict of interest.
And while the mall’s usual lack of foot-traffic meant Peter rarely came in contact with Boulder Holders clientele, that meant little to Cassie and her sister as Peter stood behind the register, holding up their oversized crushed velvet lingerie in his sweaty, fleshy hands.
I’m sorry, but we can’t take this back.
Are you kidding me?
No, I am not.
But, I have a receipt.
Sorry. But we don’t accept returns once the product has been worn.
What? I never wore this.
(Shaking his head.)
It was at his point that Peter gestured to Cassie’s sister, who, for one reason or another, was currently preoccupied by a rather busty mannequin.
Wait. How did you even know she wore it?
I just know.
CASSIE & SISTER
Look. I’ll give you fifty bucks for it–
–if you agree to not ask anymore questions.
This is ridiculous.
What? You’re fine with this?
Fifty bucks is fifty bucks.
Ugh. Fine. Whatever.
Sweet. Fifty bucks.
But you deal with this guy. I’ve gotta pee.
CASSIE STORMS OFF.
Fine by me.
(To PETER. Flirty.)
So. Peter the Manager.
Key holder, technically. But, it’s functionally the same job.
Is that right?
More, or less.
Except for the fact that I don’t get any of the pay.
(Changing the subject.)
Peter the Key-Holder. You maybe wanna see more, or less?
Of me. More or less of me. Cuz you said–
I don’t follow.
I’m flirting with you, Peter.
Oh. I get it.
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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