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Doppelgänger Dark, Part 1
This thing is total crap; bad enough that I lose my phone for a week but I have to deal with a low-end burner piece of shit, probably stolen, so…
God Has Foolishly Answered Your Prayers
That’s what it said. I was in my usual mode for walking about outside: eyes forward, determined-if-glazed expression on my face. If someone had…
Terror House Radio, Episode #6: Syd and Bryden and Matt and Beer (with Syd Senex)
On this episode of Terror House Radio, Matt Forney and Bryden Proctor welcome comedian Syd Senex to the show to discuss alcoholism, the best…
The Columbine Pilgrim: Prologue, Part 1
My name is Tony Meander, and I am a Columbineoholic. Does that sound corny? Like I’m trying too hard to be clever? Aren’t all of these “-oholic”…
Birds in a Gilded Cage
The flames danced and bobbed, twin lights fighting for dominance in the darkened chamber. The great lady sat, unattended, in the corner. Mercifully…
In the Shadow of the Belt, Chapter 7: Again, the Transience of Being, Part 2
Deaf The whole village knew of Semenych. He was deaf. But Semenych was not deaf from birth; he became so from the war. He was commissioned back in…
Drop Out!
There is no art. Fuck art! “Art,” as we so-call it today, is not what art is. What passes for art today, here (on this website, indeed this page of…
The Islands Tell of It, Chapter 8: Emergency Interrupts
The farmhouse, an American saltbox-style two-story, appeared to have had a significant facelift. The light celery-green paint job with stark white…
Tap Tap
Chris Curtis woke up on a lovely Christmas Day in his lovely and warm terraced house. He was twelve years old, as he had been for the last 30 years.…
