THE NIGHTLY CHILL
By Steve Arviso
I’ve Got a Receipt (Act 2, Scene 1).
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
- I’VE GOT A RECEIPT (ACT 2, SCENE 1)
- THE MIXTAPE
I recently updated my “home office” setup. More a rearrangement and repurposing of this and that. Made a big difference. Sometimes a small change of perspective can make a big difference.
BETWEEN THE CRACKS
Bawk bawk buck-buck, buck. Buck-buck-buck, buck, bu-kaw.
VIRAL LOAD PODCAST
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 2, SCENE 1
The second act of an absurd tale of consumerism and cosmic horror.
Previously, in Act One of “I’ve Got a Receipt”… Cassie attempted to find a restroom, only to find herself lost in an impossible series of caverns beneath the local mall…
SUPER-SECRET DOOR OPENS. A YOUNG WOMAN AND A MAN STEP OUT.
So I go behind the escalator, and all I see him doing is crying.
That’s somehow more gross.
YOUNG WOMAN AND MAN STOP IN THEIR TRACKS.
Oh, my God. Is that woman peeing behind those vending machines?
Sorry Not Sorry!
And now, Act Two…
SCENE 1. BOBERT.
SOUNDSCAPE: STILL SOMEWHERE DEEP IN THE VOID OF A MASSIVE TORCH-LIT CAVERN BENEATH A LOCAL MALL. UNHOLY HUMMING OF A FOUL, SINISTER PRAYER CONTINUES.
Fifteen minutes down the path, Cassie’s heart fluttered to the rhythm of the praying. A feeling of unease seized, knotted her stomach as familiar, yet wholly foreign sounds dug into her ears, crawling up and around the inner walls her skull like vines.
The words were English in the same way someone choking might sound as if they’re asking, “Could you please do me a favor and remove this handful of peanuts I’ve crammed down my gullet?”
And the air tasted the way an original vinyl pressing of Huey Lewis and the News’ “Hip to Be Square” looks when played on a burning Victrola.
But it was ultimately the stench of time collapsing upon itself every time the cosmic salamander passed overhead that had Cassie doubled over, nose pinched, and eyes squeezed down to slits.
CASSIE DRY HEAVES, STRUGGLES TO COMPOSE HERSELF.
(NOTE: BOBERT IS RIDICULOUSLY BUT SINCERELY CHEERY AND POLITE. THE IDEAL THEME PARK EMPLOYEE.)
You lose something, Miss?
SOUNDSCAPE: THE DISORIENTING CACOPHONY OF CALM WATERS, A GENTLY ROCKING BOAT, AND ITS PLEASANT LITTLE BELL.
Cassie opened her eyes to find a well-groomed young man in a little sailor outfit looking back at her as if she were just about the silliest thing he’d seen that day. And he stood in a small jungle boat tied to the pier upon which Cassie now stood.
(Confused, weirded out.)
What the Hell? Who are you?
I’m Bobert, the ferryman.
I’m sorry. Did you say ‘Bobert’?
Yes, I did.
(Even more confused.)
Wait. Where did you come from? I’ve been walking forever, and I didn’t see you until now.
You must be new here.
Yes. That is correct. I am new here, and not someone who simply ran in here after startling real mall employees, who also totally didn’t catch me peeing behind a vending machine.
Look. “Bobert,” was it?
I’m gonna be totally honest here. I think I’m tripping balls right now.
Yeah. And I’m seeing and hearing and smelling all kinds of seriously weird shit.
Ya know, I thought I smelled a little tinkle.
What? No. Not that.
Really? I’m pretty sure that’s–
Shut up, Bobert.
Don’t worry about it.
(Tries this, fails.)
Sorry. Still a smidge worried.
Ugh. Look. I just want to go home. So, how do I go about getting out of here?
Oh. That’s easy.
Just go right back out that door.
Cassie turned to find the back-end of the Coffee-2-Go only several yards away from their place on the docks.
Yeah. No. Definitely tripping balls.
You’ll need to scan your employee badge, though.
Sorry. New employee, remember? No badge.
Well… I suppose you can always pick up a new badge at the employee center inside the temple.
You said “temple.”
Of course you did. Let me guess… you ferry people to the temple?
Ain’t you smarter than the average bear.
(Stepping onto BOAT.)
Yeah. Somehow I doubt that.
DING-DING! BOBERT RINGS THE BOAT’S BELL.
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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