Short Story: Hues of Fear

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This story is dedicated to Phil Western. He helped me edit the content, namely the kill scene, which made for a richer story. He had an unmatched sense of aesthetic and truly understood mood, tone and pace in literature. He was first and foremost a musician, but he was also quite literary. When I went to his home it reminded me of my own: stacks of books were piled high in all directions. It wasn’t widely known, but Phil was working on a memoir when I met him. In fact, I may have been the only one who knew because he was intensely timid about his writing, even though the quality was exceptional – his love for literature shone through in his ability. He sent me a few excerpts and asked my opinion, clearly mortified I’d trash it. But it was gold! I immediately encouraged him to pursue the authorship of an autobiography. I wish I had continuously asked for more pieces because I’d edit and publish it, posthumously. I still have the excerpts and plan to craft them into something when the grief of losing my Love of all loves subsides a bit more. I wish a secret stash of his journals would somehow manifest and make their way to me so I can bring his story to life. Make it happen, internet! If you have any Phil stories, please email me: jaime.dunkle@gmail.com. If I get enough material, I promise to eventually compile a book of his life and memory.

Hues of Fear exposes the quintessential narcissistic predator in any goth scene, but particularly takes place in mid-90s Miami. Clayton, an elitist parasite, feeds on the desperation of scenesters. Literally. Emotional energies manifest in delectable streams, invisible to others, for him to savor. His favorite dish: the hues of fear. Chronically hungry and horny, Clayton seduces a fangirl and devours her psychical energies while killing time to stalk his favorite androgynous club-goers. Although fiction, this story is based on actual people I’ve encountered. Beyond the surface, it’s a social commentary on the paradox of depravity-desire in subcultural hierarchy.

Read the story: Hues of Fear

 

 

 

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