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Strange Stories

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  • “The New Job” by Rance Treakle
    by Rance Treakle
    [A Halloween Special from the 2003 Archives] I thought the devil was red and had a tail. I had braced myself for His appearance, His style, even His odor if need be. So what happens when I call Him? He shows up at my door in a three-piece suit, looking like a successful businessman. OK,…
  • THE MICROWAVED CHICKEN HEART
    by Craig Snyder
    The Microwaved Chicken Heart bellowed in triumph as his hideous six-inch fangs tore through the President’s colon. The Chief Executive shrieked in agony; his hopes for a pleasant Wednesday shattered in a few bloody moments. “I don’t believe I’m going to be re-elected,” he whimpered brokenly. The day had dawned so calm and fresh, like…
  • AND THERE WAS LIGHT
    by Chris Harris
    By Chris Harris We as a race, were the essence of eternity. But there was only ever one race, which like time itself was both infinite and finite. All creatures and all time were merely parts of their respective wholes. For as a second might regard a minute as impossible, so does the cell of…
  • Infinite Being — by Dovin Melhee
    by dovinmelhee
    Infinite Being By Dovin Melhee ————— There was an infinite being. Infinite in ability. Infinite in power. Infinite in knowledge. Infinite in intelligence. Infinite in possibility. Infinite and limitless in everything. The being considered itself and was satisfied that it was limitless, perfect and complete. But then the impossible happened. The being thought of something…

Columns

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  • The Journey To HR, Part 116!
    by Stephen Johnson
    Suddenly, Bob sat up. The applause and my crying stopped. He looked at me. “We made a movie about 60 or 70 years ago,” he said. “Do you remember that?” I nodded. “We had a couple Betamax players and hooked them together. Then we got some cheap beer, think it was Keystone, and, since it…
  • The Squealing of the Pigs, Part 10!
    by admin
    By Bob SenitramBringing the nonsense to light… That night, Cannibal Hector escaped. A daring escape involving cunning, patience, blood, gore, and the eating of faces. Not really. Actually, he leaned against a wall and that got the whole ball rolling. It was the shoddy construction that went into the temporary prison. It was made-on-the-cheap years…
  • Buried Memories
    by Spamrider
    I had planned something else this week but Bob and Stephen’s recent columns jarred loose an old memory buried in my noggin that I hadn’t thought about in years. It happened not long after I first became a Time Traveller.  I was still pretty green and I was still getting the precision down on my…
  • The Journey To HR, Part 115!
    by Stephen Johnson
    Bob pointed at me. “You! You I remember,” he said, giving another evil laugh. “Gosh. Really?” I responded, getting a little bit bored with this whole thing. “When I was in kindergarten, I used to chase you home every day. You lived down the street from me. I have no idea how it all got…

Memes

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Random Strange Stories

  • The Do It Yourselfer

    Humor – 4 Pages – “When we finally came to rest, I was spread-eagled over an obese, senile naked lady in a lake of diarrhea..” I’m proud of the fact that I’m self sufficient in the ED. And it irritates the fire out of me to see prima donnas, read surgeons, come into the department…

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  • A Cream Filled Existence

    5 Pages I watched his pudgy face devour the ho-ho. The cream filled kind. The tubby little man did not even stop to savor the ho-ho; I wasn’t even sure he was enjoying it. He didn’t love the ho-ho. I loved the ho-ho. He just ate them; like a savage. “Hey pal,” I said, making…

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  • The Bell Tower

    Our story begins deep in the heart of Terrebonne High, where a dark secret lies, waiting for a not-so-bright student like Marsha Johnson to come along and knock at its door. Many years ago some strange events happened at this high school. Please come with me now as I describe to you the story of…

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  • Phone Games

    4 Pages The payphone is occupied. Another person, a man, a quirky man, hovers around its perimeter; he closely resembles a jabberwocky. “Excuse me, do you mind if I stare at you for a minute? I want to remember your face for my dreams.” Says the man. Though unquestionably a preternatural pariah, the mans behavior…

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Random Columns From Years Gone By

  • The 2010 Roadtrip: Part 6

    Therion—Sitra Ahra MoTW—A New Leaf Wednesday 8/4 6:30 am: Woke up. Turned channel to TBS. Put on sweats and went outsideto smoke, drink a diet Dew and read. 6:55 am: Back in to room and in bed. Watched whatever was on. 7:30 am: The woman woke up and we talked about something, probably notimportant since…

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  • Career Day!

    I was very proud that I was able to attend career day at a local school!! At first I was a bit apprehensive since I am a dancer, but I figured that since I do live in Nebraska and the only jobs for women in this state are either convenience store clerk or go-go dancer,…

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  • Good Will Hunting: Part III

    In last week’s column I was reminiscing about the time that me Stephen had big plan to go hunting and shoot them lovely springtime birds and shove them in the freezer for free food. We was up in two trees ready to shoot them birds. As it turned out, me and Stephen decided to shoot…

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  • Bastard F*ck Demon of the Storms

    This weekend was supposed to have been a fucking camping weekend. The plan was that we would go and, well, chill the fuck out. No work, just sun, fishing, drinking, and maybe some naked frizz bee on the beach at night. Which really freaks out the Jesus freaks; the beach regulars and the old folks…

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  • My Xmas Present To The World

    Jane Wiedlin—Jane Wiedlin MoTW—Red State I really wanted to write something last week, but couldn’t. I was allprepared, had some thought, was wearing my writin’ clothes but then itwas all ruined by the woman bitching and moaning about how I do nothingbut sit around the house, eating, drinking, drugging, porning andwatching mainstream movies. This got…

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