The Whammer Jammer Whompass Show

The baseball bat had nails driven through it. The points stuck out little more than a quarter inch. But they did the trick. You’d get a nice, wet, smacky sound and a bit of a blood splatter.


The baseball bat had nails driven through it. The points stuck out little more than a quarter inch. But they did the trick. You’d get a nice, wet, smacky sound and a bit of a blood splatter.

A Chapter from “After 2012″ Early one morning when a fog began to evaporate revealing ever more detail in the scene below, Diane crouched by a large tree at the crest of a hill and strained her eyes for any movement in the thinning mist. Their water had run out and she could just see [...]

A Chapter from “After 2012″ The greatest threat of 2012 was not an astrological alignment, solar flares or a geological catastrophe. Instead, it was man himself. Global nuclear war, instigated by religious fanatical sociopaths, left only scattered pockets of desperate refugees and roaming gangs of thugs. The great societies of the world had fulfilled their [...]

What marital secrets will sneak their way in when Clarinda is home alone on a Friday night?

(continued from: “The Bishop”) A sudden draft made me shiver, and as I was wondering how this was possible in this heat of summer, the door of Mother Ferocia’s office swung open, revealing a stocky, authoritarian woman. ‘Greetings, my children, may the lord bless you and your loved ones. Please step into my chambers’, she [...]