And The Street Screamed Blue Murder!

The novella by PULP METAL MAGAZINE's Jason Michel, where l'il ole me makes an appearance.

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The Dirty - Part Three

"Silence is Golden" - T-Shirt slogan bearing the face of Deryk Kokzynski

The Dirty - Part Two

"Would you pull a trigger to create Eden?" - Deryk Kokzynski

I have been out here a month now & the metallic weather continues to drone & howl. I cannot remember the last time I saw the bloody sun dripping in all its glory. Black sky mood. Not even a shaft of lightness filtered through stern clouds like those damned glow-trees in fog.

The Dirty - Part One

“There is great disorder under heaven ... the situation is excellent.” - Mao Zedong 

There is a right gale outside.

A veritable hurricane for this neck of The Somnambulopolis. The shimmering trees lining the street are bending & leaves spiral down into showers of fallen comets at the end of the world that block up gutters. I stare out through the small misshapen wooden framed windows of this ragged apartment

A Face In The Crowd

Old Lurk - It Was A Helluva Night

One Feral Night

 “That's another fine mess ...”

(Switch it on!)

I looked to the east over the smoke clouds billowing from the charred guts of once-mighty skyscrapers & habitation blocs. Various scattered blackened vehicles were strewn hither & yon, looking like beetles in the aftermath of a forest fire. Their drivers were long gone, if they knew what was good for them, sheltering from the feral storm that had driven through The Somnambulopolis. The sun rose stealthily, creeping wide-eyed & open-mouthed, itself shocked at the ferocity of the moon's vigil.

I knew how he felt.