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Strange Stories

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  • In Green, Remembered
    by Christopher Nadeau
    I awoke knowing the link had been severed.  Tears stung my cheeks as I yanked the blankets off my body and stumbled out of bed, feeling sick and disoriented.                By the time I made it to the bathroom sink in anticipation of throwing up my late night trip to Taco Bell, the feeling had thankfully…
  • Ziontology
    by Mikel Davis
    By Mikel Davis “You slimy sack of fish shit!” Deputy Ploggard slammed his hairy fist down onto the grey metal table which separated the two men. His hand landed with such force that it left a fist-shaped dent in the middle of the table. The noise which followed echoed off…
  • “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…

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  • The Bullshit Machine
    by Spamrider
    What humanity has created with AI is the ultimate bullshit machine. Everything it creates is bullshit. But creating bullshit is the easy part.  The difference with AI is that it creates bullshit that is ever more and more believable. And we are gobbling it up even as it’s being force-fed to us. We’ve already gobbled…
  • The Journey To HR, Part 119!
    by Stephen Johnson
    “Probably not,” I said as the torn apart body parts began to move around, connecting with each other until Bob was whole again. “See?” The HR lady sighed. “Look,” she said. “This has gone on long enough. If it was being written in parts here and there for some website that nobody ever visits, we…
  • The Squealing of the Pigs, Part 13!
    by Bob Senitram
    By Bob SenitramThinking up the nonsense, and then some… Hopalong, aka Stephen burst thru the door with a gun pointed at the head of Bob’s trainer from the academy. “Nameless trainer guy, wwwwwwww-what are you doing here?” Bob says, surprised. “You think Benson would trust your sorry ass in this case! He sent me down…
  • Stupid
    by Spamrider
    People say this is the stupidest timeline and truth be told they aren’t that far off from being correct. But there is at least one even stupider*.  I know because I got stuck in it one time. Now at this point you may be thinking to yourself, “This guy sure gets himself stuck in a…

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Random Strange Stories

  • Creation By Fire

    A burned and battered man turned slowly, rolling over on his back. Pain shot through his body. He started to lift his right arm, but stabbing agony shot through it, causing him to moan and clutch his arm with his other hand. The moan echoed in the burned, stinking room. “Help! Can anybody hear me?”…

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  • The Black Tunnel

    -Strange – 6 Pages – I pulled my blankets off in slow motion. My knees all but buckled under me as I put one foot and then the other on the floor beneath me. I dragged myself to the shower, trying without success to turn the spigot. I barely managed to put toothpaste on my…

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  • The Gray of the Streets

    There was a little girl with thin knees that sat in the back of the stage, behind the curtains, where the audience couldn’t see her, watching the dancer with rapt attention. The dance was slow and beautiful, and the poor little girl, for poor she was with thin, dirty rags for clothes and a thin,…

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  • Fabrications of Deranged Idiosyncracy

    Part 1: A Family Feud Government officials and those who remember the event, well, seem to agree that the boiling point, at least in the Smith house, occurred on a Sunday morning on the 12th of April. The location was Cory’s room. Cory’s pit. Cory’s revolting cesspool. Mary Ann Smith, the mother of a sloth-like,…

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Random Columns From Years Gone By

  • A Discussion on Dreams

    Jethro Tull—“Minstrel in the Gallery” MoTW—“Born to Fight” Let’s talk about dreams today. About 4 years ago, I received an email from someone wondering what theirrecurring dream meant. I decided to hold onto the email and wait forsomeone else to ask about their dream(s), which I eventually receivedabout 2 years later. I completely forgot about…

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  • The Journey To HR, Part 109!

    Two of the burly men left the room. The rest of us milled around aimlessly, sometimes stepping on Bob’s lifeless body, sometimes not. After a bit, the two burly men came back with a large vat. They took off the cover and threw it to the side. I went over to the vat and peered…

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  • A day in a life…

    By Bob SenitramThinking up the nonsense…just for the hell of it. In case you missed it, last week I discovered the meaning of life…it’s to reproduce cells and reproduce.Don’t read too much into it, that’s pretty much it. So this is about how that has worked out for me. Basically, my goal was to have…

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  • My Exposed Adventure in the Forbidden Time Zone: PART III

    In last week’s adventure, Bob found out that he’s definitely deceased. And now he wants answers. “So this is my afterlife, a lot more technical than I expected.” I said, my voice a strange, hollow echo in the darkness. “No, this isn’t an afterlife, but for you, perhaps. I never thought of it like that.”…

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  • Entombed

    Entombed It all began with a bet. I would suspect that a lot of bad things begin with a bet. Well, that combined with an evening down at the pub. This actually did not start at a pub per se, but at a rum shop, the Bajan equivalent. It was after the seventh rum and…

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