Fiction
Short stories, novels, and creative fiction
Why I'm Going To YouTube
Greetings, fellow Lavish Mates. This is just me announcing my new YouTube Channel @TimKailCreates. Dissatisfied with the film festival submission...
Hamlet Prepares
Greetings, one and all. Here is my latest short film. It tells the story of a community theatre actor who lands the role of a lifetime. Enjoy and l...
I'm Writing A Book!
I'm writing a book! The Work Of Wrestling: A Book About Art is a combination of my best work over the past decade with entirely new writing on the ...
Vertical Cut
The building had no name, just floors stacked like bad decisions. Rain turned the concrete into glass. Kade was already moving when the first knif...
INDIANA JONES AND THE BLOOD SUN CROWN
The rain came down hard and hot, turning the Guatemalan jungle into a steaming graveyard of mud and insects. Indiana Jones hated jungles. He hated...
Wolverine : No Survivors
The rain comes down like nails. Neon bleeds across the wet asphalt. Logan smells them before he sees them, gun oil, cheap cologne, fear trying to...
Author J.J. McGee On Next Week's Work Of Wrestling Podcast
If you've been a member of the pro-wrestling community over the past decade you've likely come across the work of J.J. McGee aka MithGifs. J.J. app...
2060 Poster
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2060
I've begun work on my next film, 2060, a sci-fi short that shows the day in the life of a man living 34 years in the future. Here's one of my favo...
Breath Before Impact
Lantern light. Wet stone. He stands still long enough to be mistaken for afraid. Footsteps rush in. A punch, he doesn’t block. He empties the sp...
Soft Hands, Hard End
Night. Rain. Stone. Liang waits. Three men step in. Steel whispers. No threats, only breath and intent. The first lunges. Liang shifts an inch. ...
IRON TIGER, NEON BLOOD
The city breathed steam and neon, exhaling heat through manhole covers like a wounded animal. Rain slicked the streets until every light doubled i...
Hamlet Prepares Short Film Trailer
Hello, all. Here is a trailer for my next short film, Hamlet Prepares. It's currently doing the rounds in a few film festivals so I can't share th...
To Be An Indie Filmmaker Or Not...
This past year I fully embraced the concept of being an independent artist. What does that mean? In a nutshell, it means I make art simply to make ...
That time I was on Stone Cold's podcast...
When I started my podcast, The Work Of Wrestling, in 2015 one of my goals was to be on Stone Cold Steve Austin's podcast. A couple years later it a...
THE SALT-WOLF
The wind came off the black sea like a blade being sharpened. It worried the long grass into whispers and pressed salt into the mouth of the nigh...
NEON TIGER, BLACK LOTUS
The rain came down hard enough to bruise the city. Neon bled across wet pavement, signs buzzing in Cantonese and English, advertising sins you cou...
OFFSET ERROR
The call came at 02:11. Christian Wolff was awake already. He lay flat on the narrow bed of the Airstream, hands folded on his chest, eyes open, c...
RECONCILIATION IN BLOOD
The file arrived on a flash drive the size of a thumbnail. No return address. No note. Just a single spreadsheet, a set of shell companies stack...
MAX PAYNE: AMMUNITION FOR THE SOUL
The city was locked and loaded. You could feel it in the air, like static before a lightning strike. New York didn’t sleep, it chambered a round a...
THE PALE WRAITH
The wind came first, thin, needling, full of ash. He rode where the land broke its own bones, where stone jutted like exposed teeth and the sky ha...
007 : THE DEAD DON’T CLOCK OUT
The first thing Bond felt was cold. Not the romantic kind, no poetic rain, no moonlit reflection. This was institutional cold, the kind poured i...
007 : NO FLAG BURNS FOREVER
The dead don’t haunt you all at once. They come back in pieces, reflections in glass, names you never say out loud, the smell of cordite when rai...
007 : EXECUTION CHAIN
The man died without a sound. Bond watched him slump forward across the café table, the espresso still steaming between them, a thin red line runni...
The Punisher : THE MEASURE OF MEN
The rain came down sideways, the kind that felt deliberate. Like it had been sent. Frank Castle stood under a flickering streetlight three blocks s...
The Geriatric Ward
The night staff called him Doctor Hale, because that’s what the badge said. They never asked why he volunteered for the overnight shifts. Never q...
THIS IS LOVE COMING CHRISTMAS DAY
Greetings, one and all. Some of you know I'm an independent filmmaker in addition to being an indie podcaster. This summer I made my first feature,...
Do Other People (A Short Film)
In 2020 I was diagnosed bipolar 1 after suffering a psychotic breakdown. Before that event and subsequent diagnosis I always thought I was just a "...
Benjamin, Adorno, Horkheimer, And A Path Backward Through Hegel
I've been reading Benjamin, Adorno, and Horkheimer, and the more I do the more I realize how much of what they're saying comes from conversations with the thinkers before them. It feels like walking into a room where everyone’s already mid conversation. This deep dive is my way of tracing those voices backward. I want to understand where ideas come from, how they evolve across time, and what they say about art, memory, and what it means to create something that feels alive.
Dragonbone Alley
The rain hadn’t stopped since sundown. It ran in silver veins down the narrow backstreets of Mong Kok, where neon bled into puddles and cigarette s...
THE QUIET ROOM WANTS WHAT IT WANTS
The house arrived on a flatbed in sections, slid down the throat of the cul-de-sac like a coffin eased into its slot. When Ezra signed the papers, ...
Scales of Vengeance
Rain drums like static across paper lanterns, painting the night red and trembling. Inside the Dragon Palm Dojo, a hundred fists rise and fall in r...
Wolverine: Rust and Ruin
The night smelled like iron and wet ash. Logan stood in the alley behind a burned-out tenement, rain dripping off his jacket, pooling around his bo...
Strange & Necessary
Strange & Necessary is a deep dive into the gothic literature, film and folklore. It’s for the too-beautiful, the too-strange, the too-questioning creatures that unsettle the world simply by existing. Here I unravel history, film, and folklore while weaving in the threads of my own book. This is a candlelit diary of orphans, sin-eaters, poisons, crows, and heroines who reveal society’s hypocrisy and remind us that difference is not only strange, but necessary.
Whiskey Suns and Asphalt Dreams
I was an unlicensed weather system when the sun crawled over Las Vegas like a jaundiced tick, and the air tasted like burned coins and motel chlor...
The Echo Room
Evelyn arrived at the research facility long after midnight, her breath crystallizing in the air. The place was a concrete labyrinth — no windows, ...
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Ashes of the Fleet
The fleet had broken in the sky. Fire still rained in streaks, burning trails across the night like the heavens themselves were bleeding. Of the t...
Shards of Faith
The Metropolis skyline burned orange in the late afternoon. Traffic hummed, the air thick with exhaust, when the sirens split the streets open. Su...
Ashwood: The Marrow Hunt
The Ashwood was never quiet anymore. The trees whispered with the dry rasp of infected lungs, the ground crawled with the stink of rot, and the win...
Red Sky at Dawn
The sky bled crimson over the ravaged lands of Yomi-no-Kuni, a parallel realm twisted by ancient wrath and the sins of gods. The trees here grew wi...
Splinter Claw: Vermin Protocol
The city of Draymoor was choking on itself, flooded alleys, corrupt police, biotech gangs, and the smell of rotting wires. On rooftops, where the...
Resident Evil – Black Pines
The chopper blades tore through the fog as Chris Redfield stared down at the stretch of untouched forest below. Black Pines. It was supposed to be ...
True Detective: The Black Star Communion
The year was 1999. Detective Julian Marr, a burned-out Louisiana homicide detective, was reassigned to a cold case buried deep in the moss-choked s...
Indiana Jones and the Choir of Shadows
In the shifting shadows of post-war Istanbul, Indiana Jones sits beneath a flapping canvas in the back of a smuggler’s bazaar. The vendor across fr...
1917 : Weapon X
The war had already gone on too long. The fields were no longer green but churned with red, soaked in mud and sinew, veined with trenches like open...
Is everybody happy I am the god who created this cartoon
I’ve decided I’m going to attempt to read Thus Spoke Zarathustra. And I say “attempt” because that’s what it feels like... like I’m gearing up to c...