Uncle Bunk
Bio
“The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all this bullshit.” -Howie P.
Stories (3/0)
“Deloused in the Comatorium” by The Mars Volta
Through wonder, horror, tranquility, mourning, confusion, and those emotions too subtle for us to have words for yet, this album takes you on a path to the outermost and inner-most reaches of imagination and human experience.
By Uncle Bunk11 months ago in Critique
Two Minutes. Content Warning.
Hundred twenty. Cold sweat evaporates in the spotlit night air as my silent flight crosses dewy grass towards the facility. No time for missteps, errors, or anything without purpose. Five long months, but sixteen even longer. Hundred ten. I close the distance on the three story climb up the brickwork on the northwest corner. Handholds secured in recessed mortar, wiry strength on adrenaline high propels me vertically. Eighty. Outside of the records office. Don’t mind that backwards drop. Seventy. Sidling onto the windowsill, I grab my hammer. Once the window alarms go off…
By Uncle Bunkabout a year ago in Fiction
From Patala
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. The reputation of the dragon amongst the nomadic peoples of this land seems to have endured since anyone had memory of the foothills, the plains, and the winds that howl through the mountains. But the emergence of dragons in the Valley has always been treated as a fairly recent thing among the myths of the region. Though, there supposedly never even was a Valley before they came. You must let me shed a little light on this tale before I continue with my own. Being as how this tale has been told around the last smoldering embers of a night’s fire all across the steppes since ancient times, I feel I’m obliged to take advantage of this dimming bed of coals between us now. It would do you well to listen.
By Uncle Bunk2 years ago in Horror
