Mad scientist week — …continued from Monday VICTOR FRANKENSTEIN FELT HIS FACE with his hands, exploring every pore and orifice. He wished his brother Viggo had at least left a mirror so he could see his new visage, but he was lucky to get a chamber pot. The morning sun washed across his room…

Mad scientist week — DR. EVIL STEPPED DELIBERATELY THROUGH HIS LAB, stopping to inspect each station and insure every cog in his evil machine was in proper working order, every henchman alert and ready for action should the moment for action arrive. By the time he reached the platform jutting from the control center…

Mad scientist week — DR. WILL D. BEEST REPROGRAMMED the variables in his formula and pressed enter. Now he needed only to sit back and watch the monitors while his Mix-O-Matic machine blended the chemicals, refined the mixture, applied the appropriate pressure, and delivered the product drip by drip. He crossed his fingers. This…

Mad scientist week — DR. PROMETHEUS’ WIFE DORIS MISTAKENLY BELIEVED her mad scientist husband should dress from the pages of GQ. When he refused to let her drag him to the mall to “upgrade” his wardrobe, she simply bought new suits and left them in the closet for him to find, and, miraculously exchange…

DeSantis: “Keep this filth from our kid’s eyes” — “We’ve banned a lot of books, but never one as filthy, perverted, and woke as this one,” Florida Governor Ron DeSantis announced Monday in support of the Okefenokee School Board’s decision to ban the Bible from school libraries. To demonstrate his seriousness…

Mad scientist week — VICTOR FRANKENSTEIN WOKE IN HIS LAB — distressed, disoriented, and strapped to the bench he slept on when he stayed too late to walk home. He tested his restraints, but nothing moved. He recognized those restraints — the same restraints he’d planned to use for the creature until they were…

Post-Postmodern Hybrid Fiction — Note: Hybrid fiction combines multiple forms of narrative and literature, including poetry, nonfiction and journalism, even graphic elements such as maps, photography and collage to enhance the readers’ appreciation of the story being told. FOLKS IN THE TRAVIS HILLS NEIGHBORHOOD argued over everything, property lines, pesky pets shitting on lawns…

Post-Postmodern Fiction — WALLY SPERMSLINGER TELLS ME he has trophies from every wife he ever nailed. Even shows me Carol Sanders’ panties to prove it. Although why he’d hold on to her panties is beyond me. Carol Sanders is no trophy. Hell, she’s slept with half the husbands in Springville. And those Double…