Early on in the Transmutation of Gary, there was a problem. Gary didn’t enjoy the idea of being transmuted, though he was open to the idea of transubstantiation. (A non-starter, obviously.) We settled on transmogrification, which didn’t ups… . . . → Read More: mark a rayner: The Transmutation of Gary
Gregorina awoke that morning feeling stranger than usual. She’d had vivid dreams of ravaging Leonides, their local butcher, with his own meat tenderizer. In the dream – or perhaps it would do her good to think of it as a … Continue reading →
Every year Jackanape’s Traveling Carnival made the arduous journey to Kamloops. The freaks preferred the train, but if none were available, a dog-cart was always an acceptable conveyance. Especially when piloted by canines with a sense style (and their own … Continue reading →
He was born Jars Peeblefrench, son of Bjorn and Nellie Peeblefrench, of the Stavenger Peeblefrenches — a family of well-established merchants in the toenail clipping district. Jars was tired of being Norwegian, and he left his family for a life … Continue reading →
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They had been looking forward to their honeymoon, but after meeting the captain, the newlyweds wondered if they shouldn’t just have gone to Brighton. Alltop went to Niagara Falls. The Ambassador, a photo by seriykotik1970 on Flickr.