Prompt: You’re in the woods camping with some friends. As you’re sitting around a bonfire trading silly tales and laughing, you receive a call from an unknown number. You decide to accept the call and on the other side of the phone, there is nothing but the sound of rustling trees and nearby laughter.
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?
Scandal’s Shit Luck oddly reminds me of A Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, but if you stripped everything that makes A Hitchhiker’s Guide from A Hitchhiker’s Guide and replaced it with a no bullshit, vulgar, sometimes very bloody, crudely hilarious story of death and strange alternate realities.