Howlietzer Publishing

Modern American Mythology.

Stories

  • Splitzo Frenetica: Chapter 4

    Rina Kasotome I can’t help but feel a deep reassurance that someone like Edward Thompson is inside me. To know that there is someone there who is watching out for me. It’s… nice. I don’t feel like I’m talking to no one when I talk to him anymore. I feel like he actually hears me…

  • Every Man’s Motion

    Forgotten lore from long ago, Reminded daily of where I flow. Encouraged daily by your presence; Established constantly by your essence.   Many a time I wish I new, What it was, I was to do. Capture freedom or living slave? Rocket mounted but Misbehaved… Wicked style that pervades my empathy, Foolish folly all leads…

  • Splitzo Frenetica: Chapter 3

    Edward Thompson “What can you tell me about Edward Thompson?” I woke up in my padded room. I had blacked out again. I have no idea what happened. I hoped Dr. Kinless was OK. All I remember is being strapped to the chair and the guards and the nurses and… I love the drugs. I…

  • Bigby, The Pink Unicorn

    There was an ogre attacking the city, and all that stood in its way were two frightened guards, Richie and Clayton, and a large, stone wall built around the city in case of such dire circumstances. Now these two were no ordinary guards; they were in fact the lowest of the low in strength, experience, and…

  • Night’s Reign

    Black… Dearest day that came from oblivion. Night was made. Which pierced the flesh with utter terror, Combing bare the soulless splendor of happiness long gone. Mindless staring, Hardly caring, Living softly upon the floor.