Tag Archives: noir

Winter Woods

Posted on May 30, 2022 by John Biscello

Wendigo-psychosis: A culture-specific disorder, which entails an intense craving for human flesh and fear of becoming a cannibal. In some indigenous cultures, environmental destruction and insatiable greed are seen as manifestations of Wendigo psychosis. I recalled what Mack had said … Continue reading →

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Stop Motion

Posted on May 25, 2022 by John Biscello

She stood on the podium, beaming, and began waving to everyone in slow motion. Her hand glided right to left, left to right, a panoramic benediction that didn’t miss a single soul. The bouquet tucked near her bosom exuded a … Continue reading →

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Shadow Play

Posted on May 25, 2022 by John Biscello

I saw her again the other night and I followed her. This time she had green eyes and copper hair. I wanted to ask her about that night, what happened between us, had it meant anything, and if so what, … Continue reading →

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What Lonely Places

Posted on May 25, 2022 by John Biscello

An Algonquin legend describes the wendigo as a “giant with a heart of ice. Sometimes it was thought to be entirely made of ice. Its body is skeletal and deformed, with missing lips and toes.”The Algonquin people claimed that during … Continue reading →

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The Longing Hour

Posted on May 24, 2022 by John Biscello

We stayed up until dawn. We talked a lot, covering a wide range of topics, from werewolves to failed relationships to family dysfunction. We watched the Home Shopping Network, Callie pretending to buy things, then we watched several episodes of … Continue reading →

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In Dreams Begin First Person

Posted on May 23, 2022 by John Biscello

I am running.It feels like I’ve been running for a long time.I want to turn around and look behind me but my neck is locked into place.So I can’t see who or what is chasing me, but I know it’s … Continue reading →

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Autumn Colored Souls

Posted on May 22, 2022 by John Biscello

Does Bevel know that the color of Lucy’s soul is autumn? As Lucy danced, I could see her branches sprouting in different directions, while yellow leaves flew everywhere, like star-pointed birds. You want to kiss me really, really bad, don’t … Continue reading →

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Wendigo Talespin

Posted on May 20, 2022 by John Biscello

My sixth novel, No One Dreams in Color, started as a story, titled Wendigo. Which then became a film script. Which eventually turned into a novel revolving around a man, Paul Kirby, who had written a story which he had … Continue reading →

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Broken Land at Ten

Posted on May 3, 2022 by John Biscello

This month marks the ten-year anniversary of my novel: Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale. I am feeling a bit sentimental about this ghostly noir tale, not only because it was the first time I experienced having a novel published (I … Continue reading →

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Psychic Noir

Posted on December 6, 2021 by John Biscello

NO ONE DREAMS IN COLOR: Man Vanishes Without a Trace. This, the dramatic headline which stirs Andrew DiBenedetto’s curiosity, and initiates a life-changing course. The vanished man is Paul Kirby, whose nine-minute film, Wendigo—the only film Kirby ever made—was one … Continue reading →

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