The cult section of the literary world
by Chris Meekings The curtain opens. The fairies in the audience rustle restless in their seats. They eat sticks of marzipan, noisily. Lights up. Enter an announcer. He’s dressed in a full black suit. His hair is immaculate and plastered down to his skull with soup. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he […]
by Bob Freville “I don’t believe in the Great Man theory of science or history. There are no great men, just men standing on the shoulders of other men and what they have done.“ Jacque Fresco The ammonia stink of his dwellings, the scorched floors and stained walls, were nowhere […]
by Eric LaRocca The soles of his custom-made patent leather Oxfords click anxiously on the tiled floor of the doctor’s exam room. Jonathan McCoy can scarcely contain his delight. His hand rests on his wife’s thigh as he sits beside her, rubbing her leg, his fingers occasionally harassing the hem […]
by Frank J. Edler To dream that you are inflating something represents intellect, awareness, knowledge and a higher power. Alternatively, it may symbolize your inflated ego or inflated sense of self. The yogi cradled my lifeless vessel in his arms. He was gentle and caring like a guardian; tender and […]
by John Wayne Comunale I lost my keys after I slept in a bed cursed by an Inuit witch doctor and woke up with what looked like giant snow-crabs dangling from my balls. I figured the reason I got snow-crabs was because my dazzlingly white pubes sparkled like the light […]
by Julia Long There was a little it inside of Shem’s chest cavity.A pine cone, in his chest cavity.A disgusting little pine cone.The little chest pine cone was made of nubile naked skin.The little skin pine cone in Shem’s heart caught hellfire.It. Shem was taking a creepy bath. A lot […]
by Shawn Milazzo In public, we wear masks. I’m walking the dense roads of society. The world around me only becomes more populated. They removed our faces, our personalities. It is unknown to us who they are. All we know is they came to our planet, many years ago. They came from […]
by Nicholaus Patnaude Lorna clicked on the link in the anonymous email directing her to Juglicious.com and fought back the urge to vomit – Gerald had promised never to show the photos to anyone, unless their exposure would help give clues to the whereabouts of her missing daughter, Hannah. Somebody […]
by John Wayne Comunale “Your suffering will be legendary . . . if you eat this and happen to be lactose intolerant.” The child, not more than four years old, stared up blank-faced at the former Cenobite as he added the third and final scoop of fudge-ripple to a large […]
by G. Arthur Brown ACT I (An average family American 1960 sits at an average family table for an average dinner. Eugene Ionesco is not among them. FATHER sits at one side of the table dressed like an American father 1960. MOTHER sits at another side of the table dressed […]
by Pedro Proença There is a problem with language. In itself, it’s just a way of communicating uselessness. What we are are mere specks of something on a big beach. The beach is connected to a desert, and beyond that, we can’t even imagine. Once I swallowed a car. It […]
by Scott Unfried Garda Ruth O’Gruagain, stood reticent and radiant, at the edge of a cliff overlooking the calm waters. She was not an ordinary officer, her skin clearer than most, her eyebrows more pleasingly plucked, her brown hair shinier, and brown eyes that made a beautifully beefy gaze. Those […]
by Cade Michael Quinn Chucky was a dragon. A big, scary dragon. That’s what Momma told him. “Am I big ‘n’ scary?” Chuck asked Momma. He stretched his wings and dug his claws into the wood-panel floor and growled as big as he could. “Am I big ‘n’ scary, Momma?” […]
by Kevin Strange I was happy when everybody’s butts was getting bigger cause I’m a butt guy, myself and there’s some fine lookin’ women out there that just needed a little more caboose to be considered mighty fine in the humble opinion of this here self-proclaimed booty master. But when […]
by Brian Auspice I argue with a stranger about something insane. I walk away. I drive to a pet shop. I go inside. It smells like a pet shop. All sorts of exotic-looking fish swim in tanks of deep blue, except for one, which has gone belly-up from lack of […]
by John Wayne Comunale You know that old Elvis song, Guitar Man? I guess if I had to blame this all on something, anything; I would blame it on that. The moment after I heard that song I knew what I was supposed to do. It was like a blueprint […]
by Danger Slater #1: (Actually, before I get started on this list, I just wanted to make it clear that I in no way mean any disrespect to the women on it.) #1: (Really, though. I mean that. I am an affectionate man with a gentle touch and a sensitive […]
by Bradley Sands a deleted scene from Dodgeball High, available ONLY on the Belgian import PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE I go in, and Burt Reynolds says, “Hey, there, little fella. Ha ha ha ha!” This is so not fair! Why isn’t Principal Tug in his office? Principal offices are for principals, not guys who […]
by Julia Long I filled my face with life, like, all day. Cool. I get home from school and see my roommate in the bathroom wiping something down. I fill my face with life when she sees me back. She fills her face with life and there is some shared […]
by Cornell R. Nichols I’m not quite sure how it happened but, at the age of thirty, I found myself stuck in a dead-end job, with virtually no prospects for my dead-end life. I guess my ideas were to blame. I have foolishly dared to dream of becoming a journalist, […]
by Craig A. Buckley The good Rev. Johnny Elwood loosened his tie. His black Sunday jacket lay draped over the chair behind his desk. His wife would have been in a tizzy if she’d seen it. That’s what hangers were invented for, Johnny, she’d say, to keep out the wrinkles. […]
by Douglas Hackle When Mrs. Eleanor Henderson called upon me—Douglas Hackle, Licensed Private Investigator—to solve the case of her husband’s murder, the case had been closed for over three years. On June 4, 2009, Mrs. Henderson’s husband, Gregory, was killed by a chainsaw-wielding maniac named Dizzy-o Parcheezy on a busy […]
by Brian Auspice Hamstring lies in a hospital bed. Tubes feed out of his right arm into a large 1970’s mainframe computer. He watches his blood slowly get sucked through the plastic. The computer beeps. A nurse walks in. She places a stereo on a nearby table. “The doctor will […]
by Eric Hendrixson Even as a child he was like that. In school, during the class on fractions, he told the nun she was a liar and refused to listen. He was suspended for a week. He said, “You can’t have anything part-way.” When October came, he dressed up like […]
Missed Part One? Never fear! Click HERE to catch up! The House on the Rock is an architectural anomaly, a spectacle, an autobiography in clutter, and a museum of hoarding. It holds vast, unrelated collections of of artifacts, some of them authentic. It is said to be the most popular tourist destination […]
by Jeremy Maddux It was about midday when all the commotion started out on Brightway Boulevard. A man in pinstripe business attire was coming back from lunch with the routine sugar buzz of his franchised coffee kicking in when he noticed something on the ground. He went to his knees […]
As midnight approached, we were far from the highway, on the kind of country road that starts a third of the horror films made in the ’80s. That’s when the GPS signal dropped out. My wife hadn’t told me where we were going. When we decided to take a trip, […]
That’s right. No FFF this week. We here at Bizarro Central are in dire need of content! If you have a bizarro story, 2000 words or less, attach it as a .doc or .rtf and send it to garthurbrown@hotmail.com. Please include a brief, single paragraph bio. Here’s a fun gif:
by Márió Z. Nemes. Translated by Zoltán Komor Red Water In the village of the dwarfs everyone’s about four inches long. They shoot the ones who grow taller, keeping a gun around just for this purpose. The dwarfs call it Mother’s anger, but they also like to use the saw. […]
by Harbor Rungwarty The vet’s waiting room was carpeted in a color that would hide poop and vomit stains easily. It clashed noticeably with my shoes, but I did not let this disturb me. Chim-cham, my faithful Senegalese, had been off his feed for nearly a week. I was getting […]
by Bob Freville They’re spilling out on to the rickety termite-ridden runway. Woo daddy! We can see them lumbering out now! Oh yes! Those adorable little gals! Our bright shining stars of the tomorrows that may never come! Yep, ladies and gentlemen! They’re a sight for sore, empty eye sockets […]
by Justin Grimbol Gwen saw two beached whales and became so excited she started jumping up and down. “Mom? Dad?” she called out to them. The whales looked at her. “You’ve come back for me!” she yelled. She ran up to them. She tried to hug them but they were […]
by Bob Freville He always loved to sniff things, to whiff things. He always dug fresh smells. His first olfactory hallucination occurred in puberty. He got it bad after graduation. Bands of cilia saturated in what looked like rotting corpses but smelled like strips of cotton candy. Years had passed […]
by Harry Brawngrout He stuck the end of the crowbar into the dead boy’s mouth and tried to pry the jaw loose. A centimeter of space and then it snapped right back shut like it was spring loaded. Tight. The dead boy grinned where his lips had been ripped away, […]
by Chris Kelso 233, I take time over the stress of every word. Do you like to write? You like to read though…right? To be an artist is to suffer. The deliria can be rather disorientating, so I decide to connect the rooms in my house with lines of taut […]
