select transmissions from jim towns

Act 1. A man stands on a blank stage. “MURDERER!” he yells at another man who stands across from him. [the man who stands across is slightly taller] In reply, the tall man takes out a small silver dog whistle and, putting it to his lips, blows a piercing shrill silent blast upon it [which…

There was once a man who, one terrible night, became trapped in an IKEA store with a vampire. He searched and searched for something made of wood with which to stake the fiend. He died.

“I asked a cattle man what he thought of wolves: he said they were a dangerous species- prone to sudden vicious attacks, and that they had no regard whatsoever for his territory. I asked a wolf what it thought of man, and got the same answer.” 1. The wolf was not a young wolf anymore.…

I asked the Old Man what was wrong. He said: “I worry about the ten thousand sneezes which never came out- a lifetime’s worth, all of them backed up into my head. Like a legion of ghosts… biding their time, slowly building pressure decade after decade…” As he spoke those words to me, the Old…

Tuesday…  A real bastard of a day, if you think about it.   The end

He was an old man now, and the stories had begun to slip away from him. Age had claimed many of his friends, pals he had shared priceless memories with… memories he could still recall when prompted, but whose images now flitted in and out of his periphery like phantoms- eluding his waking mind, only…

1. Taken as a whole, there was nothing unusual about the stool.  Fastened by semispherical brass rivets to the worn and water-shrunk maple floorboards of Woodall’s Fine Drinks and Food in Old Monongahela town (just upriver from Pittsburgh), it stood without note alongside its dozen-or-so brothers, which ran the length of the old bar.  It…

I once saw a dog carrying a bone around in its mouth.   Christ, that was a long time ago.   The end

He struggled through the drifting waves of coarse white sand. The desert was anonymous- the rocks and sand and scrub and occasional twisted naked tree had taken on the look and feel of everything else… distance fooled his eye, and before long he realized that he was back where he’d first lost his bearings. He…