No, not ‘Jump Around’
Not ‘Jump for Joy’
This is a story about sadistic nihilism.
Yes, kiddies, your old pal has another short story to share with you. You’re welcome.
This beautiful tale is called ‘Jump’., a part of the wonderful new anthology ‘Surreal Nightmares’ published by James Ward Kirk Fiction. As previously stated, it’s kind of nasty little tale. If you’re expecting sunshine and applesauce, then why the fuck are you here? You know me. You know what I’m all about.
Pizza, coffee and my Guns N’ Roses tribute band ‘Roses & Pistols & Drugs’
‘Jump’ is definitely me at my most nihilistic. In this story, I take a poor woman, a very nice, lovely person and shove her in a terrible, unimaginable situation. She wakes in a room with no doors, no windows, no way out except for one: a giant, big ass hole in the wall. Not a real problem, right?
WRONG!!
The room she’s trapped in just happens to lie numerous stories above ground, enough to set her brains and the pavement up on a blind date. This poor soul has no water, no food, nothing. The only semblance of human contact is the sign her captors have left behind for her.
A spray-painted word. ‘Jump’.
Want to know what happens next? Buy the story then.
I came up with this idea when I was sitting in my ophthalmologist’s office one day. The room was waaay back in the office and, sure enough, had just a single exit. So, I wondered: What if I was stuck here? How would I survive? Is there any way I could escape? The answer was: no. I would have probably chewed through my wrists and drunk my own blood and then died. #KileIsARayOfSunshine.
The greatest thing about ‘Surreal Nightmares’ is that it is in one of my favorite genres in which to write: transgressive. Expect the unexpected when you pick up this baby. Want poetry? You got it. Want illustrations? You got it!
Pick this one up. You won’t be disappointed. Deets here.
Kile the WonderBoy!! 