In The Body Electric, Marcus finds himself a guest in a mysterious house with many locked doors and a mischievous 9 year old veiled matriarch who suffers from a peculiar condition. Carl Fuest’s rendition maintains the atmospheric eeriness of the original text while visually exploring its deeper meanings. The Body Electric can be read on this site in both English and Romanian. All credit for the audio performance and visual representation of the story go to The Breakroom Stories. The video was first published on 3 April 2017.
Do you have a dream, my friend? You there with the million books unread. You, the model inside that plump shell. You, billionaire extraordinaire hiding in your parents’ attic. You, beautiful maiden with a cock. You, with the Nobel Prize on your cubicle desk. Do you have a dream? I am here to strike a deal, will you not listen to my whispers? Will you not greet my friendly shade when it stains your walls with darkness? Will you not listen for my steps in the night, oh weary travellers of a world so gloom? I am a friend. I
In the beginning, there were two. She, wandering barefooted in the snow, clutching the torn and bloody dress to her chest and he, a bulky old warrior, covered in wolf skin, sword by his side. They noticed each other in the distance, mirroring shadows in flight. Their trajectories seemed to glide together naturally against their better judgement and desires. The first real glimpse they caught of one another equally frightened them. She thought him a monstrous wolf of legend. He saw a spectre, draped in white, with a fiery halo wiping up around her face. But the storm receded and