Officially, there’s one more: Election Night Theater. I’ll reblog it, although it is now —blessedly— less relevant than it was four years ago. Note that it is the only story I’ve ever written while angry.
Informally, there are others that I consider part of the series. For example, How Things End is me attempting to play with the Theater format by first replacing the usual “monomaniacal steamroller” male voice with a quietly determined girl voice, and then removing the crutch of give-and-take from the dialogue. I like playing with little gimmicks that make what is essentially a speech feel more like an interaction.
In a similar vein is one of the untitled stories that spun out of an ask… in my head, I think of it as Parental Controls Theater. Like HTE, it’s less smirking mindfuckery than inter-generational tragedy, but with the added bonus that the steamroller is back and offended to his core.
And then there are a few recent posts —all replies to asks, I think— that are rapidly-written, minimally-edited, “brute force” versions of Theater pieces. They look like Theater stories, and for the base purposes of my more disgusting readers, probably do the same job. But like those readers, such stories are dumber than the rest… they’re half-baked writing exercises that the public gets to see.