“Fire…embers…parts. Parts of bodies sprinkled all around to rot in this sodden mud. This mushy, mildew teeming with pools of bubbling malady. If you were lucky, you’d only catch a whiff of it, and see only the stained white skulls, having already shed their fleshy coating. Lifeless…on display…like trophies. There…

“The immortals used to run the world. They carved our mountains, and dug our oceans with their bare hands.” “What happened to them?” asked a snotty little pubescent boy by the name of Marcus Hill. “As far as we know, they died,” answered the town’s wiseman Hermes. “So if they…

“Oh, fuck! Jill, stop! We’re gonna crash!” Santa tried to pull the naughty woman’s head out of his lap, but it was the only thing keeping him warm on this frigid, winter’s night. “Jill!” yelled Santa again at the twenty-year-old blonde college student coupled with his pelvis. They were crashing…

It all started with a solar flare, or so they told us. We couldn’t actually see it. “We’ll be expecting to see immaculate aurora borealis and aurora australis throughout the week,” they told us via an article. “Don’t worry, we are perfectly safe.” We were reassured by the world’s experts…

From the peaks of a long and lanky mountain, the indecency of all things living trickled down, infecting the pool of humanity congregated below. Many called her a witch. Little did they know that she was Nature. The so-called “Mother” of it all. A tumbling force of the balance of…

Once upon a dead day, a scientist by the name of no one gives a shit, looked through a microscope. He was perplexed by the limitations of belittlement. So, he took to the skies instead to seek out his answer. He looked through a telescope and saw something that he…

The man sat in the chair, strapped and ready to receive his gift from Zeus. He smiled at the executioners, who wore long faces. Genuine long faces or the kind of faces that come with the nature of their profession? Who cares? He smiled back with a mouthful of metal…

’Twas the night before Christmas and the sleigh tumbled through the sky, speeding nonsensically liked a crazed hummingbird. “Fuck” hissed Santa as he clipped the roof of the Waterson residential home a bit sharper than he’d intended to. He mumbled to himself, untangling his unkempt beard with one hand, while…

Another glass of wine. Scratch that. Make it blood. Another glass overflowing with blood. Though pain needs to be pulsating through it as if it were its own wrathful taskmaster, churning into oblivion. It needs to be alive you see. I don’t want dead blood that has been reduced to…