Jacob doesn't know what to think anymore, after the bizarre debacle of Cain's trial. Cain has given up, and Jacob feels utterly alone as he stands again Cheerslaughter's injustice. When Will turns the tension up past 11, Jacob knows what he has to do.The Rosy Mirror owes a debt of gratitude to Steve’s Bedroom Band, for their rendition of Karl Nawratil’s String Quartet No. 2, Op. 21, IV, Allegro vivace, made available under a <a target="_blank" href="https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/">Creative Commons 3.0 Attribution</a> license. Accessed via the <a target="_blank" href="https://musopen.org/music/43566-string-quartet-no2-op21/#google_vignette">Musopen Library</a>. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit <a href="https://rosymirror.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1">rosymirror.substack.com</a>

Jacob doesn't know what to think anymore, after the bizarre debacle of Cain's trial. Cain has given up, and Jacob feels utterly alone as he stands again Cheerslaughter's injustice. When Will turns the tension up past 11, Jacob knows what he has to do. The Rosy Mirror owes a debt of gratitude to Steve’s Bedroom Band, for their rendition of Karl Nawratil’s String Quartet No. 2, Op. 21, IV, Allegro vivace, made available under a Creative Commons 3.0 Attribution license. Accessed via the Musopen Library. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit rosymirror.substack.com

Jacob doesn't know what to think anymore, after the bizarre debacle of Cain's trial. Cain has given up, and Jacob feels utterly alone as he stands again Cheerslaughter's injustice. When Will turns the tension up past 11, Jacob knows what he has to do.The Rosy Mirror owes a debt of gratitude to Steve’s Bedroom Band, for their rendition of Karl Nawratil’s String Quartet No. 2, Op. 21, IV, Allegro vivace, made available under a <a href="https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/" rel="noopener noreferrer">Creative Commons 3.0 Attribution</a> license. Accessed via the <a href="https://musopen.org/music/43566-string-quartet-no2-op21/#google_vignette" rel="noopener noreferrer">Musopen Library</a>. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit <a href="https://rosymirror.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast&amp;utm_campaign=CTA_1" rel="noopener noreferrer">rosymirror.substack.com</a>

Overture, No. 4: Jacob gets a new perspective.

The Rosy Mirror publishes new episodes of epic paranoir serial audio fiction every Tuesday at 3. Now playing: a symphony in prose, Silence Fell, the dark and alluring saga of Cadence Marie Cheerslaughter.
Time and place: the City of Los Angeles, first quarter of the 21st century.
Something stinks in the city streets, even worse than the homeless. Wealthy developers make and remake the luxury face of Hollywood, while downtown is overwhelmed with the unhoused. LAPD is hiring all applicants, no questions asked, barely maintaining order.
An interconnected network of tarps, boards, and other makeshift shelters has completely overtaken Skid Row, and the cops have largely abandoned the district. Chaos reigns within. And yet something new, a movement perhaps, is struggling to be born. Deep inside Tent City, in the heart of Skid Row, the homeless are organizing.
At first, the Mayor insisted the Movement was a myth. Then he tried to say it was just a bunch of thugs. Still he can't acknowledge that a genuine new power has come onto the scene. Their leader, identity unknown, hides out in the warren of tents, emerging to heist medicine and food one truckload at a time. He proclaims the start of a radical new order in LA. As the freshly-dubbed Robin Hood says in a viral clip, fist up, mask on: "for the people, for the culture, for the Movement."
But Cadence, twenty-one, has no part in that. Daughter of Will Cheerslaughter, a powerful developer, she's insulated from chaos in her father's fortress house. From the Hollywood Hills, she looks out her window at the skyline in the distance. Cady's demons are more literal—and they're in the bedroom with her.
Besides her hundreds of stuffed animals, her only friend is Max. The boy she met in the psych ward. Sneaking around only makes things hotter, but something's wrong with Cadence that the doctors don't understand. She says she sees the future, "everything that's going to happen," and her predictions keep coming true. Still the doctors don't believe her when she says that she keeps hearing someone whisper from the shadows.
Max is haunted by the ghost of his mother, the woman he couldn't save. But it's society that has the problem, and Max set out to prove it. Failing, he despaired, of his mission and his life. There, at rock bottom, he met a girl named Cadence. Suddenly he had a reason. He'd been nearly homeless, but now he was determined to make something of himself, if only for her sake. Of course he found his way into the Movement.
Cheerslaughter's syndicate stands against the Movement. He and the Mayor claim to speak for respectable people; Robin Hood speaks for the poor. As events unfold, it becomes clear: the truth of the matter is more complicated. Everyone shows their true face eventually.
At all points, personal and political, the pressure is increasing; fissures appear in the foundations of things. An unknown order guides events, a destiny. Call it supernatural if you will. But science has yet to study fate, or suss out the laws of history. Whatever sickness of the soul is eating at Los Angeles is eating at Cadence too.
For these are the sunset years. When entropy rules and empires decay. When symbols lose their meaning, and unions bear no offspring. Tyrants rise and Death flies over the land, for although the farms are fruitful—although we are still rich—the edges are beginning to fray. The signs of decay are everywhere. They can no longer be ignored. Soon will come the night, a dark age, long and cold but with sunrise on the other side. Let's cling together tight, and hope we live to see it. <a href="https://rosymirror.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast">rosymirror.substack.com</a>

Fiction

Drama

The Rosy Mirror publishes new episodes of epic paranoir serial audio fiction every Tuesday at 3. Now playing: a symphony in prose, Silence Fell, the dark and alluring saga of Cadence Marie Cheerslaughter. Time and place: the City of Los Angeles, first quarter of the 21st century. Something stinks in the city streets, even worse than the homeless. Wealthy developers make and remake the luxury face of Hollywood, while downtown is overwhelmed with the unhoused. LAPD is hiring all applicants, no questions asked, barely maintaining order. An interconnected network of tarps, boards, and other makeshift shelters has completely overtaken Skid Row, and the cops have largely abandoned the district. Chaos reigns within. And yet something new, a movement perhaps, is struggling to be born. Deep inside Tent City, in the heart of Skid Row, the homeless are organizing. At first, the Mayor insisted the Movement was a myth. Then he tried to say it was just a bunch of thugs. Still he can't acknowledge that a genuine new power has come onto the scene. Their leader, identity unknown, hides out in the warren of tents, emerging to heist medicine and food one truckload at a time. He proclaims the start of a radical new order in LA. As the freshly-dubbed Robin Hood says in a viral clip, fist up, mask on: "for the people, for the culture, for the Movement." But Cadence, twenty-one, has no part in that. Daughter of Will Cheerslaughter, a powerful developer, she's insulated from chaos in her father's fortress house. From the Hollywood Hills, she looks out her window at the skyline in the distance. Cady's demons are more literal—and they're in the bedroom with her. Besides her hundreds of stuffed animals, her only friend is Max. The boy she met in the psych ward. Sneaking around only makes things hotter, but something's wrong with Cadence that the doctors don't understand. She says she sees the future, "everything that's going to happen," and her predictions keep coming true. Still the doctors don't believe her when she says that she keeps hearing someone whisper from the shadows. Max is haunted by the ghost of his mother, the woman he couldn't save. But it's society that has the problem, and Max set out to prove it. Failing, he despaired, of his mission and his life. There, at rock bottom, he met a girl named Cadence. Suddenly he had a reason. He'd been nearly homeless, but now he was determined to make something of himself, if only for her sake. Of course he found his way into the Movement. Cheerslaughter's syndicate stands against the Movement. He and the Mayor claim to speak for respectable people; Robin Hood speaks for the poor. As events unfold, it becomes clear: the truth of the matter is more complicated. Everyone shows their true face eventually. At all points, personal and political, the pressure is increasing; fissures appear in the foundations of things. An unknown order guides events, a destiny. Call it supernatural if you will. But science has yet to study fate, or suss out the laws of history. Whatever sickness of the soul is eating at Los Angeles is eating at Cadence too. For these are the sunset years. When entropy rules and empires decay. When symbols lose their meaning, and unions bear no offspring. Tyrants rise and Death flies over the land, for although the farms are fruitful—although we are still rich—the edges are beginning to fray. The signs of decay are everywhere. They can no longer be ignored. Soon will come the night, a dark age, long and cold but with sunrise on the other side. Let's cling together tight, and hope we live to see it. rosymirror.substack.com

The Rosy Mirror publishes new episodes of epic paranoir serial audio fiction every Tuesday at 3. Now playing: a symphony in prose, Silence Fell, the dark and alluring saga of Cadence Marie Cheerslaughter.
Time and place: the City of Los Angeles, first quarter of the 21st century.
Something stinks in the city streets, even worse than the homeless. Wealthy developers make and remake the luxury face of Hollywood, while downtown is overwhelmed with the unhoused. LAPD is hiring all applicants, no questions asked, barely maintaining order.
An interconnected network of tarps, boards, and other makeshift shelters has completely overtaken Skid Row, and the cops have largely abandoned the district. Chaos reigns within. And yet something new, a movement perhaps, is struggling to be born. Deep inside Tent City, in the heart of Skid Row, the homeless are organizing.
At first, the Mayor insisted the Movement was a myth. Then he tried to say it was just a bunch of thugs. Still he can't acknowledge that a genuine new power has come onto the scene. Their leader, identity unknown, hides out in the warren of tents, emerging to heist medicine and food one truckload at a time. He proclaims the start of a radical new order in LA. As the freshly-dubbed Robin Hood says in a viral clip, fist up, mask on: "for the people, for the culture, for the Movement."
But Cadence, twenty-one, has no part in that. Daughter of Will Cheerslaughter, a powerful developer, she's insulated from chaos in her father's fortress house. From the Hollywood Hills, she looks out her window at the skyline in the distance. Cady's demons are more literal—and they're in the bedroom with her.
Besides her hundreds of stuffed animals, her only friend is Max. The boy she met in the psych ward. Sneaking around only makes things hotter, but something's wrong with Cadence that the doctors don't understand. She says she sees the future, "everything that's going to happen," and her predictions keep coming true. Still the doctors don't believe her when she says that she keeps hearing someone whisper from the shadows.
Max is haunted by the ghost of his mother, the woman he couldn't save. But it's society that has the problem, and Max set out to prove it. Failing, he despaired, of his mission and his life. There, at rock bottom, he met a girl named Cadence. Suddenly he had a reason. He'd been nearly homeless, but now he was determined to make something of himself, if only for her sake. Of course he found his way into the Movement.
Cheerslaughter's syndicate stands against the Movement. He and the Mayor claim to speak for respectable people; Robin Hood speaks for the poor. As events unfold, it becomes clear: the truth of the matter is more complicated. Everyone shows their true face eventually.
At all points, personal and political, the pressure is increasing; fissures appear in the foundations of things. An unknown order guides events, a destiny. Call it supernatural if you will. But science has yet to study fate, or suss out the laws of history. Whatever sickness of the soul is eating at Los Angeles is eating at Cadence too.
For these are the sunset years. When entropy rules and empires decay. When symbols lose their meaning, and unions bear no offspring. Tyrants rise and Death flies over the land, for although the farms are fruitful—although we are still rich—the edges are beginning to fray. The signs of decay are everywhere. They can no longer be ignored. Soon will come the night, a dark age, long and cold but with sunrise on the other side. Let's cling together tight, and hope we live to see it. <a href="https://rosymirror.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast" rel="noopener noreferrer">rosymirror.substack.com</a>

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