THE NIGHTLY CHILL
By Steve Arviso
I’ve Got a Receipt (Act Three).
FIGHT THE DAWN!
As the sunlit sanity of the waking world burns the night to ash,
embrace the unbound madness of your wildest dreams,
laugh into the endless abyss of your darkest fantasies,
and rage against the coming dawn.
The Nightly Chill is the unstable experience of the mind and madness of Steve Arviso (@AmoralCrackpot). Mon-Fri. Ish.
- I’VE GOT A RECEIPT (ACT THREE)
- THE MIXTAPE
Tonight, the anti-climactic conclusion of an absurd tale of consumerism and cosmic horror!
VIRAL LOAD PODCAST
WE ARE THE LOST
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If you have a show you want to promote, especially if it’s located in SoCal, let’s get your poster and links! Got a cool short film you made for no money, or a song your band is trying to get out there to more peeps? Let’s embed that YouTube video and link new listeners to where they can support you!
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- Music, audio dramas
- Genre fiction, poetry, films, etc!
The weirder, the better!
We are The Lost. And together, we’ll make sure the world sees and hears us.
Chill with original audio projects such as Adena’s lil’ audio love note to the (great) granddaddy of pulp vigilantes, The Shadow. Or with Steve’s original short-form audio drama, Where Stars Collide!
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I’VE GOT A RECEIPT – ACT THREE
The conclusion of an absurd tale of consumerism and cosmic horror.
Previously, on “I’ve Got a Receipt”… Cassie looked on as her sister and several others were devoured by an unimaginable cosmic horror and their bones spat back out like pulpy, bloody watermelon seeds.
AN UNCOMFORTABLE SILENCE.
(Scared, pissed, confused.)
What. The. Shit.
EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING TURNS TO CASSIE.
ANOTHER SILENCE. THEN…
Mah Na Mah na!
(Hangs head, sighs.)
SCENE 1. THE GARDEN III.
SOUNDSCAPE: THE LONELY SOUNDS OF A DEAD MALL’S PARKING LOT.
Some forty-five minutes after witnessing her sister and several others devoured by an ancient evil slumbering in a trippy cosmic void several miles below The Garden, Cassie was escorted out by mall security.
MALL DOORS SLIDE OPEN.
SECURITY GUARD ON A SEGWAY ESCORTS CASSIE OUT.
(Tired, don’t care.)
Thank you for shopping at The Garden. You are now banned from The Garden for eighteen months. Please vacate the premises immediately.
Wait. So, that’s it?
What, were you were expecting a big chase scene and more ritual sacrifice?
Yeah. Go ahead.
Peter’s under the escalator again.
I’ll be right there.
They don’t pay me enough for this shit.
SECURITY GUARD TURNS AROUND, DISAPPEARS THROUGH SLIDING DOORS.
Hiya, Sweetie. I’ve been trying to get ahold of your sister, but she’s not answering.
(D.) (Ignoring Cassie.)
She left me an awful voicemail–all this shouting and screaming.
Mom. Brennifer’s dead–
Mom? Mom are you–
Yes, Mom. I’m trying to–
Stupid phones never have any–
A SILENCE. THEN…
Cassie? Hello? Cassie, are you there?
Yes, Mom. I’m–
I’m trying to tell you about Brenn–
Nevermind your sister.
Are you drinking?
Does boxed wine count?
Anyway! You’re not gonna believe this, but I gave you the wrong receipt!
I feel like such a doofus!
A BEAT. THEN…
TITLES. UP, OUT.
READ IT ALL NOW!
Tracks I’m currently chillin’ with. Tonight, other nights. Follow the Playlist on YouTube to keep up with all the changes.
GRAND GHOULISH – THE E-BOOK!
Originally serialized in the digital pages of The Nightly Chill, Steve Arviso’s Grand Ghoulish collects the completed absurd twisted romance between a photographer, a housewife, and her husband–a surgeon who enjoys getting a little blood on his hands!
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YOU ARE NOT ALONE
THE NIGHTLY CHILL