Rainy Mood

Tonight I just wanna give you an incredible way to listen to your noir favorite music like Bohren & der Club of Gore, quiet jazz or the soundtrack or an incredible noir videogame, L.A. Noire. Enjoy both together:
Rainy Mood:
http://www.rainymood.com/
L.A. Noire:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xiGKxCAg_0o

Feel the Mood...

Sunset Fiction - Chapter II: My job

Maybe you're thinking I'm a private investigator. But you're wrong, I'm a psychiatrist, and that men I'm following is one of my patients. He knows he had a mental problem and he comes to my consulting once a week, during the day. But when night comes he's like other person, and he knows it because he never remembers anything, so he asked me to follow him. He even gave me a photograph of him, because he told me he usually changes his appearance for the night. In fact, he discovered his problem when he found that photograph, taken one night, so he didn't recognize himself and got scared, so he came to me asking for help, and here I am, watching what he's doing while he doesn't recognize me.

The Mood

The objective of this blog is to create an atmosphere around you, getting you into the mood of a lonely rainy night, a night which you'll only need a glass of whisky and a cigarette to enjoy the reading. 

I'll talk about noir films, even about videogames which deserve it, but I'll also publish a story by chapters that will take you to the deepest place of this atmosphere.

When you feel lonely in a rainy night, visit us. 

Enjoy the Mood.

Sunset Fiction - Chapter I: Midnight Walker

It’s midnight. I watch from my car to the other side of the street a man walking in the rain. I glance to the picture that my client gave me and see that it's him. He didn’t say why he wanted me to follow him, just told me to follow him. Throughout the night, until he returned home. I lit a cigarette and started the engine, moving slowly and letting him take advantage not to notice of my presence. I parked as I turned down a narrow street where it’d be difficult to follow him without he realize it, and without losing him I continued following him on foot. Two minutes later he entered a bar which neon sign said The Last Night Dive. I had never been there despite my free nights when I usually end up in this kind of cold and sordid dens. I waited outside for a moment and then I got in. He was sitting at a table in the back, absorbed in his whiskey glass in the darkness. He didn’t even look up when I entered. I sat at the bar and ordered a whiskey with ice. I lit a cigarette and waited.