Howlietzer Publishing

Modern American Mythology.

Stories

  • 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.  

  • Splitzo Frenetica: Chapter 2

    Terrance Stone It’s been three months since my parents left me here at Wellington Asylum. The best thing about it is I get plenty of rest. I get shots that calm me down and pills. Lots of pills. I’m always eager to take them. I’m sixteen, but in here there is no age. I have…