THE NIGHTLY CHILL
By Steve Arviso
I’ve Got a Receipt (Act 2, Scene 2).
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.
- I’VE GOT A RECEIPT (ACT 2, SCENE 2)
- THE MIXTAPE
Tonight, chill with more of the second act of an absurd tale of cosmic horror and consumerism.
But tomorrow night…
Come chill with me, actor-comedian John Weber, and more LIVE in Fountain Valley, California! Ozzie’s Sports Bar & Lounge presents: Cocktails and Comedy!
Show starts at 9 PM!
(Note: No issue tomorrow! Ya gotta come out and join us LIVE at Ozzie’s!)
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.
Chill with original audio projects such as Adena’s lil’ audio love note to the (great) granddaddy of pulp vigilantes, The Shadow. Or with Steve’s original short-form audio drama, Where Stars Collide!
Listen now on Spotify or sub to the PulpBusters audio feed using the links below.
I’VE GOT A RECEIPT – ACT 2, SCENE 2
The second act of an absurd tale of consumerism and cosmic horror. Continued.
Previously, in Act One of “I’ve Got a Receipt”… Cassie met Bobert the Ferryman at the docks on the shore of a dark and endless abyss.
(Confused, weirded out.)
What the Hell? Who are you?
I’m Bobert, the ferryman.
I’m sorry. Did you say ‘Bobert’?
Yes, I did.
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.
SCENE 2. ABSURDAPOTAMUS.
SOUNDSCAPE: THE INCOMPREHENSIBLE SOUNDSCAPE OF A MOSTLY CALM TRIP THROUGH A STRANGE, INEXPLICABLE ABYSS.
THE SPUTTERING PUTT-PUTT OF THE JUNGLE BOAT’S ENGINE. UP, UNDER.
(Speaking into a PA system.)
And up on your left, you’ll see the Cosmic Salamander!
As they ventured across and through the abyss towards a distant glow along the horizon, Bobert quite literally jumped at the opportunity to play tour guide. He quacked at the sighting of a large eye with wings perched atop a large shard of concentrated madness drifting in the nothingness that surrounded them.
THE PASSING SOUNDS OF LEATHERY WINGS AND CONCENTRATED MADNESS.
He clucked at a naughty little absurdapotamus that playfully rocked the boat in passing.
THE GIDDY BELLOWING OF AN ABSURDAPOTAMUS.
And he twittered ceaselessly for several minutes about the majestic beauty of a three-necked, two-headed abyssal megacephalosaurus.
THE UNEXPECTED UNDULATING OF A BEAUTIFUL THREE-NECKED, TWO-HEADED ABYSSAL MEGACEPHALOSAURUS.
But it wasn’t until his honking over the cosmic salamander that Cassie had bothered to listen to a word Bobert said.
Wait. You can see that thing?
Of course, silly.
I thought I was going crazy.
Oh. Well, that might still happen.
Yeah. This place can be bit kooky. One time, I had to stop this guy from ripping off his bottom jaw. Poor guy thought his tongue was trying to kill him.
But you stopped him, right?
That’s not comforting.
Got pretty messy, too.
This job isn’t for everyone, I guess
You’re a real strange dude, Bobert.
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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