PopHorror Let's Get Scared
I was first drawn into the world of “bizzaro sock puppet horror” with Jamie Kort’s, A Puppet Scorned. This sequel opens up that world even further, with the inclusion of … HUMANS … and what our socks truly think of us and our world.
Synopsis:
This short story precedes the events of the sock puppet erotic horror, “A Puppet Scorned.” Become entangled in the frayed mind of Brad, the depraved sock puppet, as he bears witness to a monstrously inspiring vision of horror!
My Review:
“As I lay in that pit of despair I could feel my sanity fraying and in desperation I cried out to the Holy Ball Of Yarn for help, for the pain of my mistakes to fade from my mind, but my prayers went unanswered and after a time I fell deeper into the blackness until I found myself begging for my body to fully unwind; for bleach to rain down on me; for moths to lay eggs and have their larvae consume my yarn so that I might leave my woven body and fly upward into The Great Rectangular Sanctity. I wanted to be stuffed in the back of that Heavenly Drawer with all of the other forgotten socks.”
When we first met our puppet protagonist in A Puppet Scorned, he made a choice that changed the pattern of his knitting forever. In this fantastic sequel, Brad becomes intertwined with “the Horder,“ who rejuvenates Brad’s love for his knitted life when he takes his own tools to perfect his companion, “the mad bitch.“ Just then, Brad knew it was a sign from the “Holy Ball of Yarn“ and “it was time to unravel“ once again.
Jamie Kort stitched together another glorious tale of puppets, but this time he takes it up a notch and sews in some inspiration in the form of human depravity. I absolutely loved reading Brad’s thoughts on humans “I could only guess at how they might un-purl or un-stitch each other,” amongst other observations that led him back to the one that started it all, “the Camille.”
I cannot adequately describe this story without giving away too much. You need to read it to truly understand the depths of creative depravity knitted by our dear author. I flew through this in a few minutes, but in this case, size didn’t matter – this is a very large sock tale in a deceptively small shoe.
“As I bent to my work I allowed myself to indulge fully in the profound sense of arousal I experienced as I began unstitching the Camille , and I began to laugh – for even if I failed in my task, there were many, many more Camilles…”
I, for one, cannot wait to see what form Camille takes next!
