Littlewit Philips
Bio
Short stories, movie reviews, and media essays.
Terribly fond of things that go bump in the night.
Stories (78/0)
A One-Star Trip to the Lake
Hey Philips, I'm assuming that you accidentally sent me this document early? I can look over it if you want, but try to get it a bit closer to the final product first, okay? Also, make sure you remove that short-term-home-rental site's name from the final version. We don't need any legal trouble, do we? Take care, JT
By Littlewit Philips2 years ago in Fiction
- Top Story - October 2021
Do You Fear His Gods?
1. We were dead before the battle ever started, and we knew it. This whole campaign was a death wish. We had fools and bumblers giving us our orders, and they had the greatest mastermind who had ever led soldiers in battle. He might as well have been a god.
By Littlewit Philips2 years ago in Fiction
"Dune" REVIEW
Writers in the audience, take note: In the early 1960s, Frank Herbert wrote a serialized story about a desert world. Eventually, he decided to expand this serial story into a full novel. Once that was completed, Frank Herbert submitted this manuscript to over 20 publishers, all of whom rejected it. As a last-ditch effort, he submitted it to Chilton Books, despite the fact that sweeping sci-fi epics weren't exactly their bread and butter.
By Littlewit Philips3 years ago in Geeks
Loved DUNE? Here Are 4 Great Sci-Fi Novels You Probably Haven't Read
Dune (dir. Denis Villeneuve) brought in over 40 million dollars last weekend when it opened in the United States, and if you were one of the many people who adored it, I have great news: there's a lot more where that come from.
By Littlewit Philips3 years ago in Geeks
The Prisoner
Alexander Elijah Chamberlain might not have noticed time's warping had he not been vacationing on the banks of the Pigeon River, by the upper falls. The world had been moving by too fast, and he knew that he needed to slow down. He could only handle so many radio interviews, podcast interviews, TV interviews. At first they'd been thrilling. Now he felt like a circuit at the point of breaking. So he wrote an email to his girlfriend, an email to his agent, an email to his publisher, and then he secured a rental property off in the woods. With nothing except a bag of books and some food, Alexander Elijah Chamberlain retreated from the world.
By Littlewit Philips3 years ago in Fiction
"Night Teeth" REVIEW
There's something wrong with the two passengers in Benny's car. They've hired him to be their chauffeur overnight, and they seem a little bit off even before Benny finds their bag of bloody money. And is there something wrong with their teeth? Maybe, maybe.
By Littlewit Philips3 years ago in Horror
The Castle Of Constant Night
On the coast of a sea that I will not name, there is a castle where it is always night. If I told you the sea's name, you might try to find the castle with GPS, but that would not work, and then you would doubt my veracity. In all probability, you are already doubting me because I told you about the constant night, but that detail cannot be omitted. I do not understand how it is possible, but it is true. The castle sits at the crest of a hill dotted with jagged stones. Some of them sparkle in blues and greens. Others are pure obsidian. On most sides, the castle is protected by impassable mountains. The only way to reach the castle is via the sea and a long climb up a winding path.
By Littlewit Philips3 years ago in Fiction
"The Trip" REVIEW
Lars and Lisa take the "'til death do us part" of their vows very seriously, it seems. Their marriage isn't working out so great anymore, but will this couple seek out a divorce? Maybe some counselling? No, they have a different outcome in mind. One with more fatal consequences.
By Littlewit Philips3 years ago in Geeks
Bloodlust at Camp Carpenter
While the screen is still dark, the rattling, repetitious sound of an old-timey projector plays in the dark. Of course it is an affectation. The film is being played from a digital projector, and the retro sound-effect is playing through the speaker system. Light pops across the screen, jittering up and down. Five words coagulate out of those bursts of light:
By Littlewit Philips3 years ago in Fiction
The Sledgehammer of Dreams
The dreams always progressed down the same route: first the woods, then the lake, then the bottom. But that only happened when Ed managed to sleep, and for months he'd felt his control of nocturnal habits slip away. The worse it grew, the more he worried. Now it was the only thing he could think about by the time he sat down for dinner. Would he sleep tonight? If so, for how long? Was there anything he could do to improve his chances? What should he do if he went to bed and he tossed and turned? Should he call the doctor and change the medication again?
By Littlewit Philips3 years ago in Fiction