For the next 5 days my first book “Crossing” will be available for free on Kindle. It’s a short noirish fever dream filled with love, death, and violations of reality taking place in Baltimore, MD.
Any reviews or feedback would be awesome. I hope you enjoy!
Baltimore Maryland’s hospitality industry generates over 5 billion dollars in annual revenue; about the same as the city’s drug trade. Aggressive gentrification has transformed the landscape into an ever changing kaleidoscope of narcotics and death that outsources those valuable commodities throughout the eastern seaboard, but that’s not what this story is about. This story is about a girl named Jane and a girl named Kelly and how I successfully failed to murder either of them; it also happens to take place in Baltimore.
This is my new book! It available for free on Kndle for the next five days at: http://www.amazon.com/Crossing-ebook/dp/B00D3M6DBM/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1370003284&sr=1-1&keywords=crossing+christopher+wilt
Paperback versions for 3.99 at https://www.createspace.com/4196348
I would describe this as surreal noir. It is mechanical in nature and operates like a paradoxical clock, but it’s also entertaining and I hope at least occasionally amusing
There are clowns in the walls
More than a few
They shake and scratch
Apparently coming for you
Unnamed by Ringling
Tortured by Barnum
Murdered by Bailey
Buried in the walls of a lodge on the mountain
Shadows out the window
Shadows on the walls
Moving through the halls
Maybe a trapeze artist or two
Footsteps on the roof
Hollow walls sealed suspiciously well
A great tomb on the mountain
North Fork Mountain Inn: really unpleasant experience. Don’t go there. Overpriced, lame. Owners wouldn’t blink an eye if you disappeared into the woods. In fact they’d probably raid your cabin refrigerator and serve your food for dinner at 45$ a plate. I wouldn’t have been surprised to find a Motel Hell-like field of heads somewhere in the forest.
I was going to write some big fiction post about a girl and a boy being tortured in high school and developing a system to cope with their ostracization etc… Instead I’m just going to leave the details to the imagination, because I honestly hate writing anything about teenagers, high school, or any such YA material. So long story short; they get tortured in a variety of ways, eventually talk and becomes friends of sorts, design the system illustrated above, become briefly romantically involved, then as their egos get out of control become intensely cruel themselves, ultimately waging an epic high school conflict against one another in which they arm their respective cliques and wage a drug fueled gang war in which the boy is mortally wounded and as the girl holds his head and watches him die realizes the folly of her narcissism and stabs herself in the stomach; dying beside her love and only true friend in the midst of an all out riot in the hallways of their high school. The scene fades out on the smoke filled hallway as the fight rages on around their embraced corpses.
So if anyone wants to write that long form knock yourself out. Let me know and I would be happy to help. I’m unwilling/unable to write in the style that the story requires. I could probably do it as a play, but I’d probably lose interest in that as well. I feel like there’s probably a movie from the eighties with a somewhat similar plot line (sans drugs, violence and death), but I can’t think of its name.
Is there an odor that could contain the scent of rot in this once great estate. Those dead walk to an fro as industries of war work deep into the night. It has once come and then again in phantasm fashion. What of the daughter, her lover, the wife, the uncle, actors, rival, traitorous friends, duels poison death love loss suicide the like of which has been seen before, but once again rises from the ground exhumed bones of the dead. Where are Rose Crantz and Gilda Stern? They are dead and fair Hamlet cloaked in inky black iced stares at the defiled mother and lecherous husband of days after the day of the father’s death stands to accuse and kill by undead pledge. The poison is the play and is apt to act in err as the mother of her lover stabbed without knowledge is dragged through the house of halls.
Thoughts are bloody and nothing worth time, hesitation, betrothed betrayal in watery death he lies unknown to his expatriotess, dropped from the shoulders of men to a changeless sleep of no escape. A man known well of infinite jest can laugh no more as he who in rapt madness removed his life in a river grave now known and passingly mourned by the young princess Denmark as a sporting duel looms with the sister of the dead and all but one slain will tell the tragic tale.