Wisconsin Hells #3: And a Happy Halloween To All of You At Home
This is my most ambitious Wishell yet! To explain why I should explain the rules I abide by. Wishells is inspired by comic books, in terms of pacing - each instalment functions well enough as a standalone tale whilst also advancing an ongoing soap opereseque plot. I also follow another rule from comics: each issue needs an action sequence! In your usual cape-centric funnybook this means fisticuffs, but obviously a slice of life story has different needs. So in Wishells you get boat-jackings and train-hopping. In this super-spooky Halloween issue I've done two, one the longest I've ever written and the other the most explicitly paranormal event to befall the Dells. The former is a sort of Rube Goldberg machine of missed social cues; the latter is a "director's cut" of last year's Halloween flashfic. I hope you like 'em! “We just aren't reaching that guy,” Satan elbowed Abaddon, mercifully using but four of his arms. “That man, down row seventeen of ...