Far from the comforting warmth of daylight,
in a world cloaked in shadow,
our darkest and most primal fears fester,
waiting for the chance to consume us whole
as we lay awake, forever unable to sleep,
here in the midnight hour.
Pocket Theater of the Absurd
(and Other Complete Wastes of Time)
by “Amoral Crackpot” Steve Arviso
New Pocket Dramas Every Wednesday!
PULPBUSTERS PRESENTS
Elsewhere
Entries from the personal journal
of Dr. Howard Fine.
Where Stars Collide
A man adrift in space
with only an A.I. for companionship.
Occasional Audio Adaptations!
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MULTI-ACT
Grand Ghoulish
A twisted and bloody love affair!
I’ve Got a Receipt!
Eldritch horror meets consumerism!
The Sound That Night
A tragic romance meets a mysterious stranger.
Play With Yourself and Others!
ONE-ACT
- Dougs in SpaceDOUG, A DEPRESSINGLY BLAND, YET SOMEHOW LIKABLE-ISH MAN, SITS ATOP A TOILET. HOST: (VOICE-OVER) Douglas Anderson, fictional character and depressed alcoholic, never left California in his thirty-seven years of existence. […]
- BrixbyANONYMOUS: Mr. Brixby stepped out for his nightly smoke at a little past one in the morning. Fifteen minutes later, I’m watching him get his arms plucked off behind a […]
- MarkMARK: My wife and I used to rent a place a couple of blocks up that way. She got a new job and we moved here to cut down on […]
- Eldritch Trial SeparationA PIER ALONG A SUNNY STRETCH OF CALIFORNIA SHORE. A SMALL CROWD GATHERS, LOOKS, AND POINTS. NARRATOR: (VOICE-OVER) It was a day at the beach. The sun was there. Water […]
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The chill of night brings with it a still darkness,
brings with it an alluring promise of peace.
Till the light of day warms your cold bones,
may your eyes never rest,
and may those little slices of death never come.