A Christmas Harrow (in the Bedville Series)

Bedville Series, Horror, Humor, Thriller, Writing

I began pursuing my undergraduate degree in Studio Arts in 1994 from a well-known conservative evangelical Christian college in the midwest.

In those days of yore, a good friend and I used to write collaboratively, utilizing an early website for hypertext fiction authors called Addventure. It’s staggering to recall that we were using dial-up modems in the dorms back then, and queuing up in the computer labs to get the better connection. Heck, the internet was just in its infancy for us.

Our writing is still there after all these years. My username at the time was The Author.

Anyway. We also used to nip off to a local arcade/bowling alley/pizza joint in the early afternoon when it was virtually empty and do classwork as well as write together in the party room. After graduation, we spent a few years living around the college town and managed to write more together in that time. All up we surely had several dozen stories written, mostly focusing on the absurd, sci-fi, thriller-type scenarios set in places very similar to our quaint evangelical college town populated by characters very similar to people we had known there.

In our stories, we called this town “Bedville”.

Here is one story from that time.

 

ONE

STEVE TRAPPER SLOWED HIS CAR to a crawl and eased it into an empty parking space across from Bedville’s old art supply store.  Christmas wreaths and red ribbon bows were hung from every streetlight and telephone pole, while a soft drift of snow obscured the brick and stone landscape.  An old man clad in black perched on an old cast-iron bench, hands in pockets and white breath billowing out.  Steve eyed the man cautiously as he locked his car door and strode toward a large red brick building across the street.

Bollards FC Crest

Artwork, Design

EasterBollards

This past Easter, a buddy of mine from college sent me a pic of him wearing the t-shirt from our intramural soccer team “back in the day”. I had designed the crest for it.

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Newly inspired, I decided to redesign the crest for kicks and send out to our team.

Bollards FC 2014Referring to a important events in our collegiate life, the soccer ball and frisbee represented our intramural teams, the hexagon behind the frisbee referred to a large hexagonal piece of furniture* we had alleypicked and filled with ice and drinks for a party… it resided thereafter in the basement of our townhouse and was referred to as “the hex”. The grey alien was a nod to our love of the X-Files, and the bomb was what we were going to drop on our opponents. Bollards had been recently installed around campus (and had been stolen as pranks on various occasions and relocated around the school), and were chosen as our team name. Our motto was “$150 Fine For Passing A Bollard”.

Classic.

* We were never really sure what the thing was. It had no top surface, but rather a deep inset halfway down with a hexagonal mirror for a surface at that point. The inset allowed us to fill the thing like a container with ice and drinks. It was probably some strange department store furnishing.