by Viy Sitante illustrated by melanofly An old black and white show plays out on the laptop. The man on screen is dressed in a black suit, gesturing wildly as he appears to regale his audience with his tale. The laptop screen shows all but says nothing, however, because its audio output port is connected […]
Tag Archives: Viy Sitante
30
Oct
a ghost without a soul
by Viy Sitante My name is Clarinda. My daddy is Clarito and my momma is Miss Maede. I have to call her Miss Maede because she hates being old, but she doesn’t look old at all. She also says calling her ‘momma’ is degrading, so I call her Miss Maede. She looks awfully happy […]
23
Apr
Anathemaphilia, or, how I learned to love the Beast who so loved the world
by Viy Sitante Crunch. Gronch. Crack-schlick-slurp. Harsh and quick is the separation between meat and mouth, with further sounds similar to a garbage compactor when the bones break. When the massive creature in front of Max Arizmendi finishes its current mouthful, a booming gulp reaches his ears—finally causing him to blink, before he continues to […]
