We used to give him a lot of crap about the way he was.
He had to pace out the walls of every room he entered, and then he’d work his way through every vacant space in the room. Sometimes you’d hear him muttering “rank and file, rank and file” while he moved through a room. He’d climb over and under furniture, and walk back and forth with his arms out like he was trying to take flight – and if you opened a door or a window, he’d demand you closed them, and as soon as you did, he’d start his little ritual all over again.
He was okay after that – he’d sit or stand or dance, he’d talk and even occasionally drink, just like a normal person.
We called him the OCD Chicken because that’s what he always looked like when he did his signature move, and he took it in pretty good part.
But we never called him that again after the night there was a weird squelchy sucking noise from his direction, and when we all turned to see, he was holding a knife at chest level in front of him, and lowering a slowly-fading-into-visibility man to the ground.
So here’s a short story I wrote recently that didn’t quite come together for me. It also takes place in a new setting, Hell, which is separate from either the Lokiverse or Teleran, but of course, is linked to them both (in some way I haven’t quite figured out yet).
Be interested to hear what you think of it, folks.
The worst thing about Hell is how they let you leave it.
A fragment, part of a larger work (which is, in itself, part of a larger series of works). Hope you like it.
I have no idea precisely where this is going – this is just playing with some ideas for a vampire story that would invert Dracula, by featuring a Western European vampire moving to Romania and buying real estate there a century after the events of Stoker’s novel. Not at all sure that it can work, but the ideas deserve some investigation, which now follows in a short dialogue with no decent conclusion or much resembling a plot that almost certainly won’t appear at all in the finished work.
The title, by the way, is just something that seemed appropriate for a vampire story – it doesn’t actually go that well with this particular story, alas, but I liked it too much to pass it by.
Not a new story this week, I’m sorry to say. I’ve been working on one, but I couldn’t get it finished in time. So this is an inventory piece, awaiting another draft – I like it, but I haven’t got it quite right. There’s something off in the rhythm.
Anyway, this one originally appeared in my Your Dead Mate LiveJournal under the title of “Peter’s Story,” so some of you may recognise it.
This is a story I wrote some time ago, when I had just discovered Arsène Lupin for the first time. It contains a number of cameos by various characters, some original to me, most not. It is, I hope, an amusing confection, like any good gentleman thief story should be 🙂
This story was recently accepted for publication, and should be appearing in a forthcoming issue of Ink Monkey Mag. Accordingly, the story itself no longer appears here. I have left the annotations, however.