THE NIGHTLY CHILL
By Steve Arviso
Pale Horse (Act Two).
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.
- PALE HORSE (ACT TWO)
- THE MIXTAPE
PALE HORSE continues tonight with ACT TWO, and the arrival of a MYSTERIOUS STRANGER…
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PALE HORSE (ACT ONE)
A dark tale of young love tragically cut short and supernatural revenge. Continued.
Previously, in Act One of “Pale Horse”…
A CLASSIC ROADSTER APPROACHES, ROARS PAST, AND AWAY.
Benny… I had a really nice time tonight.
Me too, Natalie.
WOOP-WOOP! POLICE CRUISER FLASHES LIGHTS AND SIREN.
What do we have to talk about? Was I speeding? You gonna give me a ticket?
No. We’re past that, Mr. Sierra.
BENNY AND CLARENCE WRESTLE, STRUGGLE OVER GUN.
Both of you! Cut this out right this instant!
BANG! A SINGLE GUNSHOT ECHOES THROUGH THE CANYON.
Clarence… Clarence, what did you do?
(Rising, dusting off.)
Eliminated the threat.
SCENE 1. THE STATION.
SOUNDSCAPE: THE PEACEFUL AMBIENCE OF A BUSTLING, OTHERWORLDLY TRAIN STATION SURROUNDED BY AN ENDLESS STRETCH OF DESERT.
STATION MANAGER WAKES BENNY, DEEP ASLEEP ON A BENCH.
Sir? Excuse me, Sir. Train’ll be arriving shortly.
DISTANT SHRILL OF A TRAIN WHISTLE.
Benny sat on a bench on the platform of a train station looking out across a vast and endless desert. The wood planks were worn smooth. The paint peeled and flaked everywhere. And the sky burned in the flames of perpetual sunset.
BENNY RISES, STEPS FORWARD, TAKES IT IN.
Where am I?
A long way from home. But I suppose we all are.
TRAIN APPROACHES. UP, UNDER.
CROWD MURMURS IN ANTICIPATION.
The black locomotive trimmed in gold appeared in the east. It cut west across the burning desert, toward the station. And a gathering crowd marveled as silver plumes of steam and smoke stretched upward forever until they became the clouds and the stars in the sky.
TRAIN PULLS IN, STOPS.
Where does it go?
Will it get me home?
Am I dead?
A DISTANT GUNSHOT RINGS OUT ACROSS THE DESERT.
(It sinks in.)
He shot me…
A man named Clarence. Will he come here too?
Does it matter?
A COYOTE HOWLS.
SOUNDSCAPE: THE STILL SILENCE OF A VAST AND ENDLESS DESERT.
No. No-no-no. This isn’t–this is… It can’t– Hello? Hello?!
THE STRANGER APPROACHES ON HORSEBACK.
The Stranger rode atop a pale horse. His hair a dark nest flowing over skin bronzed by a lifetime of harsh sun and caked in the dust and blood of countless nights. Tired eyes stared at, into, and beyond the frightened young man standing before him.
What’s that way?
And the other way?
The man you spoke of…
The bounty is two coins.
I don’t–I don’t think I’ve got any–
(Pulls out TWO COINS.)
What is this?
Every soul must pay The Conductor to ride the Train to Elsewhere.
But if I pay you…
You must walk west, across the desert.
I will find him.
Will I ever make it?
Someday. But long after those you love.
A COYOTE HOWLS.
END ACT TWO.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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An absurd tale of consumerism and cosmic horror.
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