Under the Papadome

Under the Papadome is STILL FREE for a limited time, grab it by the pussy while you can!

The Torture Twins have had enough. Fed up with socio-political trends on Earth, they enact a dramatic, historic plan to save the planet and redirect human progress. Featuring key political leaders, pundits, and reality stars, this revenge tale cleans the human slate and solves global warming.

And Donald Trump gets schooled. It’s incredibly gratifying. The most gratifying. Trust me. I KNOW gratification and this is THE BEST gratification.

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Dead Leaves: A Collection

Dead Leaves: A Collection is STILL “pay what you want” for a limited time (that’s basically FREE, baby!)

Inspired by the classic White Stripes song, this collection of six macabre revenge tales will drive you mad and probably give you ideas. From the slums to the glitz, from bare bones basic weaponry to modern media warfare, they all share one thread: Dead Leaves and the Dirty Ground.
Can you take it?

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The Aardvark and the Alien Goldmine

The Aardvark and the Alien Goldmine is still available FREE for a limited time! It’s EXACTLY as weird as it sounds, and is soggy with fart jokes and tentacles.

Creepy-crawlies, slime, tentacles, gravity, and FRICKEN LASERS, MAN. And that’s BEFORE lift-off! Will Steve the Aardvark outwit his mysterious captors, or will his big mouth and voracious bodily functions spell his own doom? There’s a lesson in here, somewhere. Wipe the slime off and you’ll find it.

Yellow mine waste water is seen at the entrance to the Gold King Mine in San Juan County, Colorado

Tentacles (a #31ShortHorrors special selection)

Darkness surrounds her

Fog swims in her ears

See flailing, flayed open thoughts

Tentacles sliced top to tip

Writhing and thrashing

Gelatinous overflow blurs thin jagged borders

Slimy trails of entrails

A broom a mop a sharp edge

Flip and flop and gather and miss

And the edges slide under

Rolling slithering slime escapes and

Covers, darkens the cold cement

Frantically, panicking limbs try to scoop

And a mouth sucks and slurps but the

Entrails spilt from filleted tentacles

Squirt and slide and roll away

A dark trail of sick leading away in a web

Catching touching grinning licking

The fishnet of horror bleeds away from the center

Contaminates, cuts the darkness

Shrieks of crimson strike bolts of ice and

The gentle fog drops sharp as hail

Tentacles dry up, wind up, curl tight, thin, empty

Skins await the growth and bubbling expansion

Of another metastatic matched set of agonies and fears

And the wheel spins and the moon rises

And again she hopes to cleanse another year.

Copyright 2017 Shannon Cooper