Distantica

Writings, Words, and Reading

Raw (Flash Fiction)

It was a dive bar with an air hockey table and 50’s monster movie posters for wallpaper. Despite this, the rural crowd liked to come here. The posters may appear to an untrained eye in the dark to be yellowed abstract patterned wallpaper. Or it may just be a stereotype; even fans of Universal Pictures get old and live somewhere. The fans here get a bar that smells like seventy-year-old roses and the glory days.

At the bar, in the bar, on a stool, my right-hand wraps around the pint glass. I take a sip of the cider and look up, no sports today, but Godzilla was devastating the countryside. At the doorway, past the bartender, I saw the bar owner Petey Walker. His hairless head could best be described as an onion in shape and color.

“HEY JONESY!” Walker shouted at me.

“Oh not much, just another Thursday night.” Seeing Walker’s face I drew another breath and belted it out this time.

“NOT MUCH, JUST THURSDAY AGAIN.” Walker caught it that time and gave a lazy wave as he approached the tap closest to me. His elbow connected with the glazed wood and stayed there despite a wince.

“AH! Jay! When are you going to capture a job that gives ya’ two days on the weekend?” He was close enough now that normal shouting would suffice.

When was I going to get a real job?

It’s not like what I did was anything good. I built and repaired rainwater collection systems for self-sustaining homes. That’s French for I’m poor and get hired to do weird shit. That means there is no day-off except the ones I choose not to eat. But I usually work those days too; the ones where I don’t eat much I mean.

What would I even do as a real job?

“When you start raising the prices around here I’ll consider it!” Walker would never raise those prices. Not in a million years. He sells cheap beer at cheap prices to keep people coming in. You would think that being the only game in town meant that you were guaranteed success. You’d be wrong. Not a lot of people are left around to partake in Cheshire Vermont’s finest booze joint.

“Well, I like seeing you around Jonesy. Not a lot of folks like good movies”. Godzilla ripped through the city.

“I just like to see the costumes Walker.”

“I know that. You loved Black Lagoon.” I gave a big nod and drew a long sip. Letting my belly get warm, but not too fast to let it get toasty.

“I do like the city in this movie too though. It’s so big.”

“No, it’s small Jonesy.”

“That’s just because Godzilla is so big. Everything looks small next to him.”

“That too, but it also is a mini-golf thing. A small place.”

“Miniatures?”

“Yeah, miniature golf. Everything was built small and is small.” Walker was watching me closely. I slid my empty cup forward and put another couple dollars down. Walker wadded it into his pocket and passed me another cider.

“Watch my drink Walker. Gotta’ pee.”

“You didn’t have to tell me J… I’ll pause the movie.” Walker looked up at the TV as I walked away. Licking his thumb and rubbing it against the bottom of the screen.

* * *

Looking up into the mirror, with water dripping down my face. I could see my face. I could see my eyes and my cheeks were so red. I couldn’t think straight. What was I doing here? Where am I?

Behind me, in the mirror’s reflection was Walker. Standing there in a Godzilla costume. I could see his face revealed by a small panel that had been opened on the costumes lower neck.

“Wake up Jay!” He yelled. His voice hoarse like he had been yelling the entire time.

Looking over to the door, the costume left my peripheral vision and in came another.

“Jonesy what took you so long?” Walker was standing there, bleeding out his nose and onto his whole arm. It took me a moment to collect myself. How long have I been awake?

How long have I been working? Is today Friday?

“Jonesy, you there? You’re looking pretty fucked.” Walker was stuffing toilet paper up his nose.

“Yeah, I’m here. What happened to your nose?”

“You didn’t hear?” No, I heard nothing Walker, my face was six feet deep into my palm. I shook my head and motioned for him to quiet down a bit.

SLAM!

The bathroom door whipped open and there stood an asshole. Not a big brown tear in the air, but Paulie Slimms. Black jeans and a backwards red hat held together by the sparsest moustache I had ever seen.

“WE CAN HEAR YOU DUMBASS!” Slimms yelled. He grabbed Walker by the collar and pulled him out of the room. I followed.

“Open the register and pay your bills.” Slimms pushed Walker back. A pair of feet were on the ground just behind the bar, soles visible. Not moving.

“Yeah, you want to still have this bar huh? Want some customers? Eh? Eh?” This one wore long hair and a pair of green boots. Dark green worn at the edges and gently dusted with sand. He was tossing glasses on the ground at the knocked out bartender.

CLASH. CRASH.

“Hey, asshole! Cut that shit.”

They looked at me. The guy who is exhausted and pale except for a cherry face. I stepped closer and Boots held out a hand.

“You’re looking sick. You should turn back around.”

I stepped closer. This time Slimms had something.

“You heard my associate here. Turn around and give it five minutes, then lunch breaks will be over.”

Another step. Now Boots had a knife. He came closer, cautiously. He marched over, blade out, and smiled.

“I’ll escort him back.”

Fuck. The blade cuts into my side. I drift for a moment. I elbow him across the throat, he goes back a step and I take a swing.

THUD. Went Boots.

KLING. Went the knife.

My knuckles are split, and I can feel the blood in my lips. I give a kick while they’re down.

My jaw is flung up and I see bright lights and black spaces. The ceiling has a black lagoon painting on it, how long has that been there?

My feet are held in place as another punches me till my guts touch my lungs.

A chair flies and stops the onslaught, a Slimms is on the ground bleeding. Back to my first target, each of my punches sends Boots head cracking on the floor.

“JESUS FUCK!” yells someone.

Free, I step to see that Slimms is starting to stand up. My shoe pushes his chest down and my fist rises above his face. His eyes reflect a lightning bolt that is about to strike, bolts of swollen meat cut by teeth.

“Stay down Slimms. Or you’ll wake up tomorrow unable to chew.”

Slimms head fell and his breathing slowed down.

The blood on my hands was first rubbed off on my pockets. Wet stains and smears of dark and darker shades of “reddish” went through and onto my twenty dollars.

“Sorry about the fight Walker. It couldn’t be helped.” I slid him the twenty as he leaned the bartender up.

“I’m taking Chet to the hospital. Look after while I’m out. Lock the doors.”

More spots in my eyes.

“What was that Walker?”

“Local boys, I pay them to keep bringing their crew over.”

Got to make ends meet some way.

“So there’s more of them?” I’m rubbing an ice cube across my hand.

“On Monday.” Walker stepped over Boots.

“I’ll take the weekend off then.”

Walker kicked Slimms and left. I locked the door behind him, taped the boys up and looked out the window. No cars and no one walking around. It really is dead here.

I lay down in a booth and dream. I dream about being as big as Godzilla in a town as big as me.

Image drawn using Procreate on an IPad Pro with Apple Pencil.

Reading List #1: The really “wow this is a tall post”

I have found myself in the curious position of being surrounded by unread books. The number of books whose pages have touched the same air that I breathe across their entire surfaces is becoming a smaller and smaller pile in comparison. The read books could fit into my dressers drawer– if it weren’t already packed with things.

Over the last year and a half I have worked on reading. Not just reading the many tabletop gaming manuals and their tables that describe the mechanical effects of a sword. Those fantasy rules are still being read, but they no longer sit on the nightstand. No, that nightstands legs now buckle under the weight of books such as “DUNE” by Frank Herbert, “Dracula” by Bram Stoker, and “The Weird” which is a 1126 page “compendium of strange and dark stories” which was edited and assembled by Ann and Jeff Vandermeer.

As a heads up there will be a reading list at the bottom of this post, but first some backstory on me getting back into reading.

Art by article author done on mixed media by using Blick Studio Dual Tip markers. Images edited in Lightroom, pictures taken with an LG G7 ThinQ smartphone.

I read more in High School

This enthusiastic plunge into reading again was because of an academic guilt. I had always enjoyed reading books in high school; and not just the ones required. I started a book club that didn’t last long but long enough to read “The Haunting of Hill House” by Shirley Jackson. I also read “Wuthering Heights” by Emily Brontë for fun in English class. But as soon as I finished high school and wasn’t on my way to college I just stopped reading books that had nothing to do with tabletop role-playing.

Not reading always bothered me, but I didn’t know how much until I started listening to a wider range of podcasts. At each turn a book would be recommended and I would feel like I was missing out on a entire slice of the world. It was because I was of course, I had in between most recently and then as far as fiction is concerned been reading and re-reading the short story “The Mask” by Robert W. Chambers. That was it. Barely a new thought of someone else’s entered my brain through novels and short stories. I consumed plenty of art, but the lack of words and my feeling of being left behind made me want to read.

With this much time detached from school, reading had started to feel like a chore. So I had to pick something interesting and hunker down then push myself through the first 60 pages so that momentum could carry me within fingertips touch of the inside of the back cover. For this purpose, I eased myself in with interest with the audiobook of Scott Thomas’ “Kill Creek“, an excellent haunted house book that would shred to pieces the best interpretations of the horrid house in Amityville. The book that followed was one that was recommended on either Role-Playing Public Radio or The Mixed Six (two podcasts I enjoy listening to, the first about tabletop gaming and the second about that plus literature, philosophy, and beer). “Futuristic Violence and Fancy Suits” by David Wong.

After having put two books into the read pile, I reopened my Goodreads account and started to log books into it as I went. At this moment since I started reading again I have gone through 25 books according to my read list.

That’s the skinny on how we got here, so now that we are– let’s look at what is on the reading table at the moment.

The Bedside Table (boat) of Paperbacks

As said earlier, my bedside table would barely float under the weight of the thick books that it carries on its back. For this list I am calling it a boat because of the first book on it.

1). “The Oxford Book of Sea Stories” selected by Tony Tanner.

I found this book at the used bookstore (Crow Books in Burlington, VT) when I was on the hunt for anthologies to read, but without any themes in mind. This book came into view along with another about war, I ended up purchasing both but this one reminded me of last Christmas. One of the books that moved me the most that holiday was “The Old Man and the Sea” by Ernest Hemingway, and so when I saw this book with its ships and maelstroms I knew my book shelf was lacking ocean waves. Between this books covers is 26 short stories.

At this very moment I cannot wait to finish this post and read the next one which is titled “Mocha Dick” (by J.N. Reynolds). I don’t know what the story is about but if it’s a whale made of coffee I will be surprised.

2). “DUNE” by Frank Herbert

For the past few months (or at least as long as I can remember) I have been following an amazing artist named Alex Jay Brady. Alex posts science fiction art on their Twitter that they are commissioned to create for different authors and video game companies. But the reason I mention Alex for this post is because they’ve created very evocative art for Dune.

This art was so good that it finally pushed me over the edge to purchase a paperback copy of the book. I had always heard it was excellent in other circles and from other sci-fi nerds, so I knew I was eventually going to have to read it. But now that I have this excellent imagery in my head, I felt like I could imagine the world of Dune differently and in a way that gels with an aesthetic that I enjoy.

High quality sci-fi art that is weird with giant worms and vibrant red armors? Sign me up and let me imagine this book in vibrant detail.

3). “On Writing” by Stephen King

One of the first books that I read, not the first, but one of the first big books that I ever read was “Skeleton Crew” by Stephen King. I still talk about a few stories from it as being incredible, specifically “The Raft” a story about a lake that bites back, and “Word Processor of the Gods” which is a story about a word processor that grants wishes. “Skeleton Crew” is a banger of a short story collection, and probably one of my favorites.

“The Raft” is the short story (along with “The Mask” by Robert W. Chambers) that made me start to love short stories as a shape. It is the rose tinted memory of what a great monster short story is for me.

That is why I picked up a copy of “On Writing”. Even if you don’t like Stephen King’s writing, you can’t say that he didn’t write a lot of content. And with all of the books that he’s written a memoir by him on writing is worth reading. As I want to write more and more, I want to know as well more and more about how other people write.

Final reason for wanting to read “On Writing”? It has come highly recommended from my friend Owen who is an English teacher that I respect highly. So, that and me being a fan of King’s stuff since I was a young’un.

4). “The Haunting of Hill House” by Shirley Jackson

As I had mentioned before, I have read this book. I have even seen the black and white movie The Haunting (1963) that was based on it. Going further, when I heard there was a The Haunting of Hill House (2018) Netflix series I binge watched the entire thing, and holy cow was that hard to do emotionally.

In the last week, I have also watched We Have Always Lived in the Castle (2018) a movie based on Shirley Jacksons’ book of the same name. I know not everyone enjoyed that one, but it was on Netflix and I wanted something spooky and it fit that need just enough. So much so that now I will need to check out that book as well, especially since it has been spoken of as Shirley Jackson’s master work.

But, until then, I am going to reread Hill House. It has been awhile and some of the details have faded from my head enough that I can get lost within its walls once again. Turning page after page to allow the darkness from the corners of each room in that manor to worm through the air till older fears wash over me.

5). “If on a winter’s night a traveler” by Italo Calvino

I originally gained interest in tabletop role-playing games through a podcast titled Role-Playing Public Radio which did a long running podcast of actual plays (recordings of gameplay) that I enjoyed. The horror ones were always very good, and after listening for a while I began engaging with various tabletop gaming groups on Facebook. Once I found that my interests didn’t align with these groups too much, I created a Google+ account and started to engage with the Dungeons and Dragons community there. Specifically the old school D&D groups that created all of this evocative and artsy game content. From strange adventures written like dreams that have gained clarity not found in the most vivid worlds, to the vibrant illustrations of artists such as Andrew Walter.

This space was highly influential to me and taught me how strange games can be. That their worlds can be inspired by not just fantasy, but any genre of fiction. A common thread that came up over and over again was the listing of books that inspired the various hobbyist writers. A favorite of them was always the works of Italo Calvino and Lord Dunsany.

The number one recommendation that would always come up is “Invisible Cities” by Italo Calvino which had inspired so many adventure settings. It was this book that I read and enjoyed so much that I purchased “If on a winter’s night a traveler”. There is something to the romantic way in which Calvino writes that makes the reader become entranced by his words. And I wanted to read his work again. Then after I read this one, I will go out and get another just as I do with Kurt Vonnegut’s work.

6). “Violet” by Scott Thomas

One of the first books that I read on my road back to reading was Scott Thomas’ first book “Kill Creek”. It was a fantastically terrifying book about a horrendous house haunted by old and wicked spirits. Spirits that could reach across the ether and wield the living by tugging at the blood in their brain until thoughts stick. Until through the pounding red all that could be made out was a bargain that could only be paid in blood.

“Kill Creek” was fantastic and will always be one of my favorite books for horror manors. The way it uses horror authors as characters adds a perspective I could never have thought of. Which is why whenever I learned that Scott Thomas had a new book in the works and soon to be released I knew that I had to check it out.

I ended up being very fortunate that one of my favorite bookstores had a copy in stock at the moment I remembered the book and I had the money to buy it. I am uncertain what occurs in this new book, but Kill Creek alone was more than enough to make me read whatever comes next.

Closing Remarks

This list isn’t held together by a theme or a specific goal. Even the order has no reason, just that these are books that I want to read, with small purposes that are important to me. This is because of books I have read before or because someone else inspired me to pick it up and take a read.

Each title on this list is here because it makes me excited to read for some reason or another.

That is all for this reading list, until next time I hope you have a good time reading this holiday season.

This part says goodbye and until next time that I have books to pull together into a reading list.

What is Reading List?

Reading List is an ongoing series of articles where someone writes about a reading list they have at the moment. These lists could be just what is next to be read or a reading list-ography. Reading list-ographies are sets of readings that have been assembled together with a theme or reason in mind. Either way, every list has a different name and each Reading List article has the titular item in it.

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