This is the online writing home of Tony Pisculli (I do other stuff in other places). You can find links to my published stories and interactive fiction, with notes on produced plays coming soon. Th…| Love, Blood & Rhetoric
Placeholder page for some extended playwright notes on The Magic of Polly Amnesia. I need to establish this URL for inclusion in the program, but I won’t have time to flesh this out till late…| Love, Blood & Rhetoric
2 am: Bill Clinton calls, desperate for advice. What tie to wear for inauguration? Chide him for forgetting five-hour time difference, suggest he wear an Aloha shirt, go back to sleep. [2] 8 am: To…| Love, Blood & Rhetoric
“A little warm for a fire, don’t you think?” “It’s for inspiration, not warmth.” “Well, it’ll burn better if you stop poking it.” “I’m tickling it. To amuse it. You know, Shakespeare? Oh, to amuse …| Love, Blood & Rhetoric
Harold had expected the last dragon would be … larger. “Disappointing, I know.” The dragon, barely three feet long, spoken in a voice like a bamboo flute—high, thin and melancholy. “Hardly a …| Love, Blood & Rhetoric
“So, how does this work, exactly?” “First step is intake. That’s what we’re doing now. We’ll determine your goals and map out a strategy for how to achieve them. You’ll train in our bubble—the enti…| Love, Blood & Rhetoric
“Do you see anything you like?” “Yes. Could you tell me about the Donzheur?” “Ah. It’s pronounced Danger, just like it’s spelled. But I’d love to recommend something else. Do you know what you’ll b…| Love, Blood & Rhetoric
“Did you know, Mr. Peterson, that a human being can drown in just two inches of water?” Stephen Peterson did not know that. Nor did he care. He did recognize the false charm of the obsequious fuck …| Love, Blood & Rhetoric
A gray bus under a gray sky makes its way along a lonely rode to who knows where. The passengers, in identical gray uniforms, don’t speak to each other, even those sharing a bench seat. Perhaps the…| Love, Blood & Rhetoric
Jacob tugged his older brother’s hand. “Can we go in? I don’t like it.” “It’s a nice night,” Carter said. “Get a bug bite?” “C’mon, we can watch something.” “Cable’s still out. Less you want to wat…| Love, Blood & Rhetoric
