6 Nights of Midnight« Previous Entries
If you wanted to name the face of Midnight, where would you look? To the mayor, Archibald Carrington, better known as the Duke, who may or may not have killed a man when he was a professional boxer? To the underworld figures, Carlos Vallmitjana perhaps, or the legendary Uncle Knuckles, who is probably not even […]
The kid from Shanghai likes to call himself Duke. He doesn’t realize the name’s already been taken. He’s been in Midnight only two nights. He doesn’t really understand what happened. He’d been running, yes, and hiding, but he never meant to disappear with such finality.
He sticks to the shadows. It’s easy to do so in […]
A child with an unknown key will believe it unlocks treasure until proven otherwise. Tommy was just such a child, thirteen years old, ready for adventure and romance, and he just happened to come into possession of a great old brass key.
The other children marveled at it. Though tarnished and, in some places, slightly green–Tommy […]
There’s a hot young artist in Midnight named Isabella. She does these wild, nearly abstract things on huge canvasses. While painting, she wears a red dress and heels and a modest bit of gold jewelry, maybe earrings, maybe a necklace or a bracelet.
It’s not the art so much as the spectacle. Her paintings are a […]
Under the streets of Midnight, beneath the subways and sewers, hidden from the mapped apartments and known hovels and illicit meeting places, deeper still than any of that, a woman wears chains.
Though thin, the chains are strong. They bind her wrists together and, with a little leeway, bind her to the floor. She has a […]
There’s a ramp that leads straight out of Midnight. But it doesn’t go far. It’s four lanes wide and stops abruptly between two massive pillars. A brief bit of asphalt balances precariously on the next pillar, but it’s not a jump for the weak of heart. Beyond that…well, they say if you can get that […]
Larry grins. That’s a rare thing. He lets his feet dangle over the side of the roof, lets his eyes stray over the Fairgrounds, where there are no rooftops, and even through the Mirage, despite that the garden’s also got a metro station.
Larry’s not comfortable underground, and so much of Midnight, too much of Midnight, […]
In one of the abandoned apartments near the subway, deep beneath the heart of one of the mountains, thirteen year old Ronnie found a skull.
It was an old skull, blackened by dust or dirt or age, transformed into something hard as granite, rough as broken cement blocks, and–to a boy like Ronnie–cooler than anything imaginable.
There’s a gallery on Vine, a narrow but deep storefront under the curator’s apartment, a very small thing pressed against the side of one of the mountains. The curator, one Joel Sebastian, was born in Midnight and plans to die in Midnight.
The current exhibit showcases the photography of Mileah Warde, who works at The Midnight […]
Doesn’t matter what city or town you call home, nor the languages you speak or don’t. Many roads lead to the City of Night.
Maybe you were running from a debt, escaping a former lover’s wrath, getting away for a weekend at the beach or camp or a friend’s condo on the beach, or maybe you […]