Betty Rocksteady’s novella The Writhing Skies (published by Perpetual Motion Machine Publishing) is a short, dread-inducing explosion of hauntingly bizarre — some sexual, some not — occurrences happening simultaneously, leaving you wondering — in a good way — by the end of the story: What the hell did I just read?
Prompt: You’ve recently started college and have found an extremely well paying job ad for a bartender working the graveyard shift. You arrive for your interview to learn that the bar is strictly for supernatural creatures and monsters. They hire you.
Prompt: “I promise I’ll always come and see you on your birthday” It was sweet when he first said it. But dad’s been dead for 5 years and you wish he’d stop.
Prompt: A giant black monolith came out of a portal in the sky and stayed there as the portal closed, hovering in midair. Scientists tried analyzing it to no avail, and nothing could damage it. It became a tourist attraction, but when you visited it, it started reacting.
Prompt: When you die, you’re asked to fill out a feedback form: “Which design did you purchase? How did you find the human form? Rate from one to five stars. Did you find opposable thumbs useful? Any comments, suggestions, other feedback?”
Prompt: You’ve just opened your first cafe, but unfortunately the exact building you opened your cafe in happens to be the exact “landing” zone for the upcoming demonic invasion. However, after the portal opened, the army was stopped on their tracks to enjoy your products.