During the rainy winter nights of Portland, Oregon a group of young people live well enough: they have jobs, they drink coffee, they smoke cigarettes, they read books and eat psychedelic mushrooms. In a spirit of noir, not dissimilar to the long winter nights of the Pacific Northwest Psychotomimetic Peacocks is a sound somewhere between a scream, a peacock's call and the incessant rain.
In Northwest Portland, a neighborhood where anything can and does happen, an unlikely group of young people bond over coffee and cigarettes and news of the “bedroom smother,” the local serial killer. Every night this group of neighborhood kids convene over the day's events: parties, tarot card readings, murder and recounted tales of trespassing. Each page moves the characters closer to the killer, and the killer moves each page closer to the characters until the final blow in the bedroom.
206 Pages. 45,000 Words.
Monday, February 2, 2015
One of Mine: Psychotomimetic Peacocks
Psychotomimetic Peacocks
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