Trevor Dawkins

A young woman will do anything to avoid her ex at a secluded house party. But a supernatural virus passing through the partygoers may take care of him for her.

Divine sex worker, Liam, bikes through Chicago delivering snacks and pure satisfaction to his love-hungry clients, while a serial killer begins targeting his clients that leaves a trail of blood to his innocent lover's own bed.

The products of the human brain appear as autonomous figures endowed with a life of their own, which enter into relations, both with each other and with the human race. So it is in the world of commodities with the products of men's hands. I call this the fetishism which attaches itself to the products of labour as soon as they are produced as commodities. It is nothing but the definite social relation, between men, themselves, which assumes here, for them, the fantastic form of a relation between goldfish crackers, haunted furniture, and poop.

A man tries to save his family from the throes of poverty by investing their savings into speculative cryptocurrencies. His life soon becomes an anxiety-inducing nightmare as his investment strategy turns into a full-blown gambling addiction.

A maintenance man for a seedy motel embarks on a path of self-destruction through the alleyways of Chicago after he discovers a hidden stash of powerful hallucinogenic worms.

Joe, a programmer and obsessive self-quantifier, and Emily, a budding comedy performer, are happily married until they decide to use one another in their work. A dark comedy about love, technology, and what can’t be programmed.

That thing where you had such a great time last night that you can't remember the murder. Inspired by actual events.