Outside the carnival grounds in a stand of trees, a man smokes a hand rolled cigarette, listening impassively to the last dying round of rising screams and falling moans. He is reminded of cattle, braying and staggering to slaughter as the crowds begin to exit, searching for parked trucks in a sea of parked trucks, counting up dazed or wailing children, and gathering lost wits for the trip back home. When the time is just right, he jerks the brim of his sweat-stained cap down over his eyes and… Continue

Dry ice fog rolls along the floor, swallowing your stuttering feet as you trip along the darkened labyrinth of silvered glass. The mirrors are clear, but spangled with the dancing flash of a galaxy of mirror balls hung above, and cut with shadows from spotlights set into the pathway that throw creepy, shifting bands of illumination up onto your face. Had you expected wavy caricatures; light-headed Jack Sprat elongation, laughable alien-headed distortions, the rounded jollity of exaggerated, but… Continue

"God damnit," Madge cursed aloud, once she had made a thorough search of the motel grounds and accepted that the young half-breed mexican girl she'd gone all the way out to the flats to procure, had left her work unfinished and run off. The cart with the cleaning supplies sat abandoned on the walkway outside of room number 12, and through the open door, she could see a dustpan lying on the floor, surrounded by scattered debris. Madge had ridden all the way out to the ruined adobe chapel that… Continue