#now seating

[khelinski]

Been on my 'to watch' list for an year. Finally watched it, and I fuckin' love it. As a writer that wrote a few stories about serial killers in movie theaters - this comes very close to that 'Cinema Paradiso' meets 'The Texas Chainsaw Massacre' vibe.

https://youtu.be/VeGcXMvOSDU

[khelinski]

This story idea was born in fall 2011, after I wrote ‘Now Seating..’   I was toying with the idea of writing it - but didn’t had the courage yet (and I was also experimenting with other story ideas). I finally started writing it in 2014, but got stuck in the middle.  It sat, collecting micro-dust in my laptop for an entire year until it ate away in my brain, wanting to leap toward the finish line of completed stories (instead of being trapped in the strange land of forgotten unfinished story hell). 

I completed ‘The Michigan Multiplex Massacre’ fall 2015, right before I relocated to Florida.  And yet - it still sat in my hard-drive.  I wasn’t quite happy with it - and I needed a book cover.  I did publish the story on this very site last year, but it was still rough, needing some upkeep.  It is still a rough beast of a cut-throat story, but it’s safe to say, I am content with how it turned out. 

I know I am not a great writer (though, I can honestly say - I am a better writer than our current President, ahem!)   However, I love writing.  I always have.  I always will.  I love the ability to create this fictitious ‘verse, and honor the written pieces that made me fall in love with the written word.

Really wanted to turn this into a paperback book on Amazon, but in need of a book cover (anyone, anyone... Bueller, Bueller?) 

In the mean time - wanted to share for those interested enough to read it. 

...enjoy your show!...

[buffintl-blog]

[khelinski]

"Michael was 13 years old when he went off to Camp Lost Lake Scout Reservation, located in Lost Lake, Michigan.  He was part of a Boy Scout troop.  It was a weeklong venture.  Apparently, the entire property was haunted by a spirit name George.  In fact, if you call out George’s name in the forest at night, he will appear at your tent.  When Michael had heard of this, he mocked the entire thing.  And as a result, he was dared by some of his troop mates to go out in the woods and call out George’s name out loud.  Michael did just that.  He went out in the woods and called out George.  And even mocked George for a little bit.  Michael was by himself in the woods, and was not afraid of whatever nonsense his friends believed in.  Later that night, Michael had a dream about a big raccoon.  The raccoon came out of the woods, unzipped Michael’s tent, and stared right at Michael for the longest of times.  Michael immediately woke up, and did not see a raccoon, big or small.  But he noticed his tent was opened.   He interrogated his friends the next day.  No one confessed.  Although he did not believe it was a pissed off George, his interest in the paranormal started at that very moment."