An Invitation To Join Us At Echo Bay’s Premier Gentlemen’s Club: “The Corsair Cabaret”

If you’ve ever thought about stepping out of your ordinary life and experiencing something extraordinary and memorable for just one weekend, the time to do it is now! The Retrogressive Motion of The Aquarius Wave is at its Prime Temperature this weekend and we’re celebrating! From Friday June 14th until Sunday June 16th, under the influence of the Aquarius constellation, the waters of Echo Bay will resonate with the bioluminescence of the annual psykotrix algae bloom. This is a time when you should open yourself completely and accept the influence of outside innovation and change. It’s an ideal time for rituals, especially those involving transformations and new beginnings and that’s why this weekend only we’re waiving all cover charges at the Echo Bay’s Premier Gentlemen’s Club!

Claudette Nootka Is Ugly Inside And Full Of Hate

“Seems kinda slow in here today.” Caspian Shipley remarks lifting his glass and glancing around at my empty bar. I should note that it’s 3:30 in the afternoon on a Thursday. What Gentlemen’s Club is a grandiose circus in the middle of the week on a workday? He knows nobody comes in here at this time because he’s always in here at this time. He waits at the door for me to unlock it at 3:00 every day.

The Lodge of the Ancient Order of Közeron

Sent: June 4, 2024 – 11:42am To: ericvandersmith@gmail.com From: james.devin@lodgeofkozeron.org CC: james.kevin@lodgeofkozeron.org Subject: Application for Membership with the Lodge of the Ancient Order of Közeron Hello Initiate Eric! I’m Devin. My brother Kevin and I shall be your stewards during your time as an Initiate with the Lodge of the Ancient Order of Közeron. This email serves as your official notice that the Lodge has received your application and granted you the opportunity to proceed. As your stewards, we are responsible for conveying essential information and answering any questions during your Initiate phase. Kevin is copied on this email. Please use “reply all” when responding to ensure both our email addresses are included: james.kevin@lodgeofkozeron.org. Add us to your contact list to prevent our messages from landing in your spam folder. As you know, this brotherhood is unlike typical university fraternities. We’re not a keg party house or part of “Greek Life.” We have much older traditions. Read More …

Messages From “Lori”

Everything you are about to read is true. I come from a large, close-knit family and I write a lot of fiction on this site, but what I’m about to tell you is not fabricated. I have been contacted a scam artist and I’ve been saying the most long-winded and insane shit I can think of and they just keep replying to me. My mom has 9 brothers and sisters. Janice, Andy, Lori, Suzi, Lisa, Adam, Julie, Aaron and Raquel–and supposedly one of them sent me something very strange this week…

The Legend of Mermaid’s Roost

We look the same and we always have but we couldn’t be more different from each other. I think that’s the best place to start with this. Some identical twins have a lot in common. They like the same foods, the same things on television, some even spend their entire lives dressing in the same clothes, but we were never those girls.

I’m The Head Librarian, Actually

Before I begin to tell you everything that’s happened, I think it is important to ask yourself whether you think a madwoman would be able to hold the position of head librarian at Echo Bay’s prestigious Eldertide Polytechnic University for 19 consecutive years? Do you think something like that would be possible? It’s a rather difficult job to manage such a vast collection of reference materials–to ensure that they’ve been organized and categorized and reshelved correctly and logically once they’ve been borrowed and returned. It really does take a lot of skill.

True Love Burns Twice As Hot

The first week of October signaled the end of hurricane season. Or at least it should have. We were passed over nearly every storm before Hurricane Patty hit us. That’s what Hayden said it was called. I never saw the reports: I wasn’t allowed to watch the news. Only Hayden was allowed to use the TV. “She’s a big bitch,” she told me. “Bigger on the radar than the state of Texas. Shit, that’s almost as big as you, Emma-Jean!” “That’s very funny, hun,” I said as she laughed.

Sow The Seeds And Give Thanks

Part I Norma Gacy I guess this all started with the flu…or at least that’s what I thought it was. I’m not so sure anymore. I’m hesitant to share this experience with anyone, least of all you because you’re going to think I’m nuts but who better to tell this about than strangers? It doesn’t matter if you judge me. We’ll never meet so your opinion about me doesn’t really matter. I woke up a little over a week ago with a fever. Every part of me hurt and the sun was radiant and blinding through my bedroom curtains. It set the motes of dust that fell between the window and the space where I lay, fresh from waking, on fire blinding white. You’ll think it’s hyperbole, but it’s a fact–in that moment, never before in my life have I wished harder to be unable to see…more strongly even than Read More …

I Keep Your Secrets

I could write you a book about cleaning. If I did, it could have an entire section devoted to getting out your stains. I clean houses. I’m sort of a maid, I guess. I’ve learned a lot about people while doing this and the most important thing I’ve learned is that they’re pretty horrible. Including you. The second most important thing I’ve learned is keeping my mouth shut. I could tell you how to get the bloodstains out of the curtains at 4829 Barren Drive, Apartment 7 — but I probably shouldn’t. Nobody will ask anyway. There wasn’t a spot on them after I left. I cleaned up your mess. I keep your secrets.

The Ones Who Dreamed To Change Their World

They shone in the moonlight, scattered all directions on the sand. Glistening with the borrowed shine of distant stars.  Some came in their slippers. The majority forged their way through the howling dark in socks or the bare feet they rose with. Abandoning their beds in the quiet dead of after-midnight, the hordes of somnambulists shuffled through the drifts of New Mexican desert sand, painted black dark. From every compass point, the masses shared one destination.