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Fearology: Paradox of Mortality

08/20/2018 // 10 Comments

    Fear is a biological mechanism which can either kill or save you. All of us are scared of something, however, some people are either paralyzed by fear or motivated to wrestle the hungry polar bear. If a Mack Truck is blazing a path of hell down the street, and you so happen to be standing in the way—there are only 3 choices: fight, flight or become roadkill.         Fear preserves life or causes it to prematurely deteriorate into perpetual death. Everyone felt the cold hands of fear wrap around their soul. A hideous phobia has the potential to put [Click Here To Read Article...]

Fearology: The Frailty of Flesh

08/16/2018 // 13 Comments

    We’re just like flowers—painful circumstance is the foot which crushes our petals. People often forget how vulnerable they are. Many of us hop inside the cockpit of our car and fly down the street…forgetting that metal and humans don’t mix very well. A dull knife can pop our soft body like a balloon, but that doesn’t stop anyone from slicing and dicing a tasty apple. A common fever can evict our soul from our biological house. It’s odd that anyone reaches adulthood because it seems as if everything has the ability to punch our life ticket. If you [Click Here To Read Article...]

Deadliest Bloodsucker: Tick vs Vampire

08/05/2018 // 41 Comments

    The world is full of bloodsuckers. Some are large, and some have eight legs. The vampire is a creature of the dark: Widow’s peak, sharp fangs and velvet cape—the gentle pressure of sunlight cause these pale-skinned bloodsippers to explode into flames. Ticks are 20-million-year-old arachnids, and they were evolutionarily designed to chug the red stuff inside your veins. But… …which one is the deadliest bloodsucker?   Battle of the Bloodsuckers There are many depictions and adaptations of vampires. We don’t have time to piss and moan about the [Click Here To Read Article...]

FTM Short Story: Bobby’s Organic Maple Syrup

08/02/2018 // 9 Comments

  Spider fangs glitter as they twitch inside a dead locust. Red goo drips from the tree’s open wound, while a sticky ruby river slithers down the dry bark. Sugary sanguine droplets cling to a twig as a windy whisper ripples along the gooey spherical surface. The droplets shiver and then descend upon the spider—eight legs tangle inside the viscous prison—while the arachnid solidifies inside an amber coffin.   Sometime Later    “Oh…my Bobby boy…are you ever goin’ to learn to quit? Huh? You said you were gonna stop three summer’s [Click Here To Read Article...]

Fearology: Scared to be Alive

07/26/2018 // 14 Comments

  When the Sun goes to sleep—imaginary monsters wake up. Secretive abominations hide underneath our beds, while Boogeymen stalk the unseen corners of our closet. Nocturnal furry things live in the woods, and their territory is just beyond your cozy bed. A wall separates you from the wild unknown and that’s why you shit the bed (don’t tell mom). No nightmare is complete without a watery abyss. Do you remember the first time you went fishing? The tasty worm danced on a rusted hook, and then the sacrificial bait sank below a realm of docile waves. Something ate the worm. Your [Click Here To Read Article...]

FTM Short Story: Clown with a Frown

07/22/2018 // 15 Comments

    I never understood why people are afraid of clowns. Are they scared of pretty colors or perhaps oversized shoes? If everyone knew what’s behind my makeup, they would never go to the circus. I’m a zombie clown. Please don’t kill me. My static, joyful expression is just face paint. The red smile hides my frown, and trust me, you don’t want to see my frown. Do you want to know what happened to the last person who saw my frown? Come closer. I’ll tell ya. I promise I won’t bite you. Stan was an animal trainer, and he owned three hungry lions: [Click Here To Read Article...]

Poetry Absurdity: Improvise Mesmerize

07/06/2018 // 11 Comments

  I don’t know what I’m going to write. Many thoughts come to mind, I don’t care if I’m right. My creativity is at stake, now is the time to design every mistake. Think too much and the expression will be convoluted. Doubt makes the message diluted. Someone has something to say. Read my inner voice. The words are never my choice. If I can’t fly, I’ll crash and die. Soar above the landscape of my imagination. Don’t need no damn destination.   [Click Here To Read Article...]

FTM Short Story: Dead Magic

07/04/2018 // 24 Comments

  Audience members squirm and squeal—their anticipation is hotter than an astronomical fireball. “Hello boys and gals! My name is Franz. Are you ready to see a magic show?” He says. Impatient children cheer. Older folk sip on silence. “Okay, I’ll be back in five minutes.” Franz says. Ten minutes later, a large speaker screams inside the ears of a sweaty woman. The heart inside her chest skips a beat or two. “Are you ready to see some real magic?” Franz says. The audience would like to answer the question. But the heat evaporated their [Click Here To Read Article...]