Factory

Our newest Brilliant Disguise story is prepped and coming down the line at you: “The Working Life,” by Matthew Oldridge, based on Springsteen’s “Factory.”

The machine was usually used to punch a hole for the electrical cord in the side of a nearly finished chest freezer. The freezers rolled down the assembly line twelve times per minute, which was the company’s required speed. Except for the times when the line went down. That was bad for the company, but good for the workers. Production is down, morale is up, we always say. Hard to keep morale up when the machine is latched onto my arm.

You can check out the whole story by clicking here.

You Can Look (But Adam Lucas Better Not Touch)

We’ve got a new Brilliant Disguise story for you this week: “My Mother’s Bra Size,” by Adam Lucas, based on the lyric Yesterday I went shopping, buddy, down to the mall from Springsteen’s “You Can Look (But You Better Not Touch).”

We were sitting in the food court at the mall when she made this observation. A short, pudgy guy, probably twenty years old, was standing in line with his mother, trying to buy a slice of pepperoni from Sbarro. His mother was even shorter than him, top-heavy, looked a little bit like Yoda.

Out of nowhere Darley said, “I’d like to sleep with him.”

Short, funny, and kinda dirty? We’ll take it. And it’s true to the spirit of the original song. Seriously, you ever read the full lyrics to “You Can Look…?” Bruce isn’t as clean cut as most people think.

Don’t forget, we’re always looking for more Brilliant Disguise submissions. You can check out the full guidelines here and try and add yourself to our growing ranks.

T.S. Mallow’s Circus Story

It’s time for the third story in our Brilliant Disguise venture to make it’s debut. “Seven of Swords,” by T.S. Mallow, based on the lyrics A ragged suitcase in his hand, he steals silently away from the circus grounds / And the highway’s haunted by the carnival sounds from Springsteen’s “Wild Billy’s Circus Story.”

The fire-eater – John didn’t know his name – had been passed out on Magda’s bed when they arrived. He had yet to move. Magna said he needed to recuperate, didn’t say from what.

Jonesy (rigged games) passed over the bottle of cheap tequila and John took a drink, hoping to God the alcohol would kill whatever contagions might be floating inside.

He knew for a fact Jonesy’s name was fake. He’d helped name him right after the robbery went wrong and fucking Perry had shot the cop and they’d gone into hiding. The circus had been Jonesy’s idea, transient people that didn’t ask too many questions. Hide out for a year or so, constantly on the move, that was the plan.

You can read the entire story by clicking here. This is T.S. Mallow’s first story with Jersey Devil Press, and, in fact, her first published story overall, but, if you’re nice enough, maybe she’ll bring the circus back to town again.