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tawneybel · 1 year

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Note: “How about Ryan Torres finding the reader 💅👌 herself in the backrooms? Idk man😭 I'm just a Ryan Torres simp.” (“Break room” and not, like, “The Backrooms,” right?)

Imagine Ryan finding you touching yourself in the back room.

Ooh, she meant polishing her pearl, not her nails.

Ryan smiled. Trent Reznor’s crooning had you enthralled. He had been planning to prank Heather, but this’d be more amusing. Besides, her tolerance for his antics wasn’t as high as yours.

Song’s seven minutes. Better get moving if you want her to finish before “Closer.”

No glove, no love, Ryan remembered as he headed back to gather some fun things.

You looked up, parted mouth quickly shutting when you noticed the door was ajar. You unstuck your back and bare rump from the wall. As well as your middle finger from your clit. Slick was running down your leg, you were so horny.

The door had not only been shut, but locked, while Ryan closed up. Your excuse would be he liked to pull pranks and you didn’t like being startled while painting nails. Five down, five more to go. It took some self control not to grip your bare thigh when jillin’ it.

You were about to use your sticky hand to pull your under-wear up, then nudge the door closed. But the approaching climaxes couldn’t be ignored. Your finger found its way back to your clit, then you stepped forward.

Just before the door swung shut completely, a skeletal hand shot out. No, a black glove with white bones. Some poor trapped mall goth looking for an exit?

Skirt, panties, and tights pooled around your ankles. No time to pull ‘em up. A leering skull entered next, sockets hollow yet seeming to catch a glimpse of your vulva, before your painted hand covered it.

You want a finger, ______? Or a tongue? Ryan wanted to ask, but the intruding spirit inside him was too eager to continue encroaching. His host's coworker was dripping ready.

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danielstalter · 8 months

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The first book of The Cataluna Chronicles trilogy is an odd one. There was a lot I liked, and a few things that I wish had been more developed. I read all of these books as a kid, but remember very little aside from the fact that I named our family dog Misty after one of the characters. I hadn’t realized how much of the Netflix Fear Street movies, 1666 in particular, pulled from The Evil Moon. That was a fun discovery. I also really liked the narrative for Bryan’s character. It felt like a departure from the tried and true formula for a Fear Street protagonist, and that was refreshing. Catherine’s narrative on the other hand felt like a tired rehash of better books. I wish her story had been given more time to develop, and that she had been given more complexity and depth. It’s still not yet clear exactly how Catherine and the Cataluna are linked, but it’s clear that they are. Given Catherine’s humble beginnings as a village outcast, I would have hoped she’d turn out to be something more than an evil laughing voice in a haunted car that thrives on killing teenagers. Cartoonish villainy with a black-and-white notion of good and evil gets very tiresome. Lack of nuance aside, I still really enjoyed reading this one. The Evil Moon proved to be a solid kick-off to a new trilogy. Let’s see if the next two books can live up to it.

Score: 3.5

For my extended recap and dee-dive take on the book, you can find it on my website blog: https://www.danstalter.com/the-evil-moon/