These are speculative short stories. A little horror, some sci-fi, a little fantasy, and a LOT of weirdness. Enjoy! Oh, and there is some graphic violence in this book.
Hello, Reader! Now, if this is your first time reading one of my books, then that warning up there is for you. These stories are going to be dark. They are also going to be weird. Now you may think you’re hard because you read Harry Potter, but I’m here to tell you my stories are much darker and weirder. I killed a dolphin in my last book and that wasn’t even the most disturbing part. If you don’t like violence, remove yourself FAR AWAY from this book or any other that I’ve written. Just start running and don’t look back.
“I would never hurt anyone,” says Maggie Fran. “I’m a vegan.” Maggie’s at home in her small, one bedroom apartment watching her favorite cop show, Stinky Bad Guys. “I don’t eat meat or food products that are cruel to animals,” she tells the television set.
As she sits on her old couch, her cat, Mr. Crazy Head, jumps into her lap. Maggie reflexively pets the feline. The fuzzy gray cat purrs and accepts Maggie’s affection. Petting the cat relaxes Maggie even more as she watches Stinky Bad Guys. Oh! Here comes the best part!
The detective saunters over to the criminal and says, “I knew it was you all along.”
“How did you know?” the criminal asks.
The detective replies, “I can always smell a stinky bad guy.”
Cue music. Roll credits.
“Yeah,” Maggie hoots, pumping her fist in the air. “The bad guys lose again.”
“Meow,” says Mr. Crazy Head.
Maggie translates, “Get up and get me some food, woman.” Maggie sighs and follows her feline master’s orders. Her cat reminds her of her boyfriend, Johnny, another bossy carnivore. Maggie grabs a cleaver and hacks off a piece of meat from a slab laying in the kitchen. She cuts up the hunk of flesh into bite-size pieces and disposes of the bones. She puts the fleshy feast into Mr. Crazy Head’s bowl. The cat sniffs the meat and accepts the tribute.
Maggie stares at her cat as it eats. It reminds her so much of Johnny. After a wild night of sex, Johnny just moved in like he owned the place, like he owned Maggie, but the sex was SO great. Maggie looks at her arm. She has a scratch on it from Mr. Crazy Head. The cat was in a bad mood when she tried to pick it up. Mr. Crazy Head scratched her. Johnny does the same kind of thing, only he does more than just scratch.
Maggie moves back to the couch. She almost trips over a bag of trash in the kitchen. That Johnny, Maggie thinks. He forgot to take out the trash again. Still something about the trash bag looks familiar, yet strange. Where did she get that hunk of meat from? Maggie looks down at Mr. Crazy Head happily eating its well-prepared meal. Maggie dismisses the thought and continues her move back to the couch. Another episode of Stinky Bad Guys is starting.
Maggie watches another episode of her favorite show and wonders why Johnny couldn’t get into it. How could he not appreciate the never-ending battle between good and evil? The show’s plots are formulaic, but that’s just to make the show simple and easy to enjoy. So what if all the bad guys have a distinctive smell that the hero can always detect. Realism doesn’t necessarily equal entertainment. Some people enjoy campiness. Sometimes Maggie doesn’t want to think. Sometimes Maggie wants to just sit down and escape from reality. Reality can be cruel sometimes. Why couldn’t Johnny just let her escape?
As the show goes on, Mr. Crazy Head jumps on Maggie’s lap. It purrs as she pets it.
“You like Stinky Bad Guys, don’t you, Mr. Crazy Head?” Maggie asks.
“Oh, you miss Johnny?” she asks the cat, “That’s okay. He’s at work. Y’know, he finally got a job. He’s gonna help take care of us, instead of me doing it all on my own.”
“Do we have to watch this?” Maggie translates. Her nostrils flare. “What do you mean, ‘Do we have to watch this’? This is a great show!
The cat starts to back away from Maggie, as she rambles, “This is probably the greatest show ever aired on television. You should feel privileged to watch this show. If you really loved me, you wouldn’t try to take this show away from me. I do EVERYTHING for you, Johnny, and now you say I can’t even watch my show!”
Maggie catches herself. “Sorry, Mr. Crazy Head. I didn’t mean to yell. I… You’re not Johnny. How could you be? Johnny’s at work. He finally got a job. He’s doing so much better now.”
She sees something on Mr. Crazy Head’s muzzle. “C’mere, kitty. C’mere, Mr. Crazy Head.”
The cat is hesitant, but comes closer anyway. Maggie examines the cat. Its muzzle looks reddish, but the cat doesn’t appear to be bleeding
“What have you been doing, Mr. Crazy Head?” she asks the feline.
Maggie gets up from the couch and looks at Mr. Crazy Head’s empty dish. There’s a red fluid around it. A whiff of foul odor tickles her nose and she looks at the trash Johnny forgot to take out. The bag is leaking red fluid and somehow the red fluid got into her cat’s food bowl. Hmm…
Boom, boom, boom!
“Open up! This is the police!” a baritone shouts through the front door.
One of the cops steps into the kitchen. “Oh my God!” he exclaims.