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Strange Stories

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Excerpts of the latest fiction submitted by our visitors…

>>>THE LATEST FICTION

  • 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…
  • White Room
    by Lee Sentes
    -Strange – 2 Pages – The room was white. The walls, ceiling and floor were white. The man sitting at the white table was dressed in white. The door opened. A robot entered. “Your Highness, Emperor Napoleon.” The man looked up and nodded imperially at the mirrored-face. “Warden Friend,” he returned sternly. “I hope you…
  • History of a Hot Sauce: The mysterious Origins of Wassabassco
    by R. Andrew Heidel
    by R. Andrew Heidel and William Morton Our recipe, and Kiki’s lineage, begins in Japan during the waning years of the Edo era when the Tokugawa Shogunate commissioned the Sushi Sensei to discover a wasabi hot enough for the emperor himself. After many years on his dangerous quest, the Sushi Sensei discovered a pure strain…
  • River People
    by Andy Henion
    -Strange – 2 Pages – As far as I can tell there are two types of Tennessee river people and they travel in competing packs and consume washed up fish or this ubiquitous leafy vegetation that I with my northern bearings will only later come to know as kudzu. There are the stoop-shouldered people who…

Columns

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  • DO NOT BE ALARMED
    by Spamrider
    DO NOT BE ALARMED There is a seven and 33/42nds dimension beyond that which is known to Science. It is a dimension as vast and timeless as infinity and twice as sexy. It is the middle ground between wakefulness and sleep, between classical and quantum physics, and it lies between the pit of man’s stomach…
  • The Journey To HR, Part 110!
    by Stephen Johnson
    “Where am I?” Bob asked after he was done with the belching, groaning and flatulence. The HR lady walked over to him and looked down. “IN MY OFFICE!” she declared. Bob tried to get up but she pushed him back down with a foot. “Why?” he asked. It must have been the way he asked…
  • The Squealing of the Pigs, Part 4
    by Bob Senitram
    By Bob SenitramThinking up the nonsense, ’cause, that’s my job… Bob just made it to the exit gate when Hector calls out. “Agent Senitram! I can give you more than Hopalong Hank!” Bob stops. “I can provide what you desire the most!” Hector says slyly. Bob swiftly walks back to Hector’s cell. “And what’s that…Dr.…
  • So I Guess I Can Talk About This Now
    by Spamrider
    [Editor’s Note: I found this weeks Spamrider column in an unopened box of Count Chocula. What I mean is I opened the box and there it was. My wife had just brought it home for me from the grocery store and just in case you’re thinking there was some fishy business there were witnesses the…

Memes

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Comics

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Random Strange Stories

  • Discourse on a Hill

    “The country needs you,” the guest implored, short of breath following his lengthy climb. “An entity such as yourself should have no problem bridging the gap between our two parties. Please, accept my offer.” “I am not the man for whom you search.” “Why so humble? We both know how perfect you’d be for the…

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  • No Small Thing

    By Tom Shay The ebb and flow of pedestrians made Sascha seasick. Schools of cars passed down the road, staring at the throng. No bird is as free as me, she mused. With ruddy hand she cleared her eyes. In the distance construction continued, but the creation only added to the dead weight pulling on…

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  • DABBLING IN THE DEPTHS OF HER SOUL

    by Evgeniya Seizova Year by year a beautiful young lady was gazing with Her spiritual eyes in her own destruction… Was she a human being anymore? She stared her tired and too dilated pupils once again in the impassable Darkness trying to find a ray of light. So many impossible efforts. They’ve been crushing and…

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  • LIFE FACTORY

    LIFE FACTORY Here comes one. I wonder what he’s thinking about. He’s got to be around twenty-seven I suppose and the smart casual dress gives a hint of lower clerical day duties. As he approached I got ready to merge with him and soon I’d begin to experience his mind.     As he passed my…

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Random Columns From Years Gone By

  • An interview I recently did

    http://www.journeytotheunknown.com/interviews.htm Interview with P.S. Gifford – Horror WriterP.S. Gifford is a horror writer presently residing in Lake Forest CaliforniaVisit his site at www.psgifford.com How old were you when you first became inspired to write? I learned to read at an unusually young age- and from the age of seven or eight was always to be…

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  • People Make Me Sick!

    Last week Stephen Johnson, decided to grace TheWeirdcrap.com headquarters with his presence… WE INTERRUPT THE REGULAR PROGRAM TO BRING YOU THIS IMPORTANT MESSAGE: 20 years ago, Randy Bone submitted one of my favorite stories, “The Not-So-Politically Correct Tale of Joe Poe“. If you haven’t read it…go read it now! 20 years later he finally submitted…

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  • More Pieces Adding Up To Four

    The Devin Townsend Band—“Synchestra” MoTW—“Cat Ballou” And so it continues with the hope that my issues and pains help someonesomewhere…. The whole problem with vengeance was finding the right vengeance toprove my point about something to my parents. I first thought about running away, figuring they would worry enough tobreak down in tears and beg…

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  • The Hunter

    BY P.S.GIFFORD The thin mist curled grey against the lush green, patch of grass, nestled like a haven almost directly in the heart of Grainger woods. The morning sun rose slowly in the near cloudless sky. Our hunter fluently and with obvious skill, traveled over the blades of grass almost without disturbing it. He spied…

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  • Phone Sex?

    Note: Due to the writer’s strike, we are posting some of Melissa’s favorite columns, including this phone sex deal-e-o! I was going to offer some more tips today, but I haven’t learned any new ones. Sorry if you were expecting that but my life is kind of rough right now and I can’t cater to…

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