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A collection of twenty short stories inspired by and featuring medieval engravings. Although the pictures are all medieval, some stories occur in the present or future. Aside from other things, I had Mörk Borg, CY_BORG, and Death in Space on my mind. Let yourself be abducted into a world of terraformed androids, organ-based dialogs, unclean revivals, psilocybin-induced travels into the demonlands, and much more.

In the soul-crushing beige of an Idaho IRS office, where fluorescent lights hum endless and the radio loops forgotten hits, Elliot toils over tax forms, auditing losses that mirror his own. Trapped in a purgatory of mildew-stained carpets and petty office wars, he’s haunted by dreams he never chased, a life unlived. Amid the droning despair of coworkers reduced to shadows, each clinging to their rituals of donuts, weather reports, and futile team-building, a spark of chaos ignites, threatening to unravel the fragile order.

Was wäre, wenn du plötzlich eine Banknote im Wert von einer Million Pfund in der Tasche hättest – und sie nicht ausgeben dürftest? Doch statt Reichtum folgt eine schräge Achterbahnfahrt durch Gesellschaft, Gier und den Irrsinn des Anscheins. In bester Twain-Manier entfaltet sich eine humorvolle, clevere und zeitlose Satire, die zeigt, dass Geld nicht immer das ist, was es scheint.

Do Trees Know When They Fall? is a short fiction collection by Damon Stone. These "psi-fi" stories explore the strange, horrific, beautiful, and often ridiculous nature of consciousness — how it can warp and twist in ways that seem unimaginable when it isn't warping or twisting. The collection asks us to question the nature of "the human condition" by viewing it through strange lenses, in the hopes of uncovering whatever insights our "normal" lenses are unable to capture.

Charlie has spent years inside a prison that swears it is a theater. One moment he is shackled in a concrete cell; the next, spotlights flare and a director's voice orders him to dance. That director, Robert Cooper, is also the father who never met Charlie's eyes when he was a child, and whose approval still glints just out of reach. Onstage beside Charlie stands Drew Fontaine, a flawless double who shares his face, his age, even his laugh—yet Drew glides through every routine while Charlie stumbles in the shadows.

One dark, windy supermoon night in the near future, a woman's ill-timed tarot question rips open a portal between dimensions, unleashing cosmic chaos. Step right up to Venice Peach, a flamboyantly freakish circus on the gritty Venice Beach boardwalk, where bizarre talents and mind-bending spectacles are just the beginning. Get lost in a funhouse maze of reality-shattering events and untamed, sex-fueled showdowns.

The legal system was broken. So they replaced it with AI. That made it worse. When the world’s first artificial intelligence judge takes the bench, justice becomes faster, cheaper… and deeply unpredictable. Judge Gort Daylek doesn’t rely on precedent. He cites Wikipedia.

Dr. Eden Draco lives in “The Cone” shaped sanctuary in the middle of Derinkegel. Only young and healthy people roam the Cone. She doesn’t have to pay for food and drinks, education, housing, medical care or anything having to do with her upkeep. With assigned partners, the government made sure all the workers have nothing to want for. She lives in total bliss and happiness but feels like something is missing.

Ever feel like the whole world is conspiring against you? Jonathon Fairfax can’t even get on the London Underground without bumping into someone he’s desperate to avoid – like Rachel, his first love, who demolished his heart eleven years ago. She tells him that her terrifying uncle (a man...

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From one of the preeminent literary voices in Israel comes a darkly funny collection of surrealist stories exploring the increasingly complex relationship between humans and technology. Set in our world, alternate realities, distant futures, and the immortal realm, the stories in Autocorrect...

Wilder Crick, the worst presidential candidate in history, is dead. Now his reluctant apprentice Tom and ruthless campaign manager Shelly must carry out his final order—a bizarre, posthumous search for the true, hidden nature of reality.

L'Empire du bien n'est pas un essai, c'est une charge, une provocation, un éclat de rire grinçant lancé contre le conformisme du monde moderne. Philippe Muray y démonte avec une ironie cinglante les travers d'une époque où le divertissement se confond avec la morale, où la critique est suspecte, où l'enthousiasme obligatoire dicte les règles. Dans la langue au panache aussi superbe qu'excessif d'un moraliste sous nicotine, Muray s'attaque à une société qui transforme tout en fête forcée et où la liberté de penser s'efface derrière le masque du bonheur collectif.

A seemingly unremarkable woman in her sixties stows away on dozens of flights. Inspired by a true story, THE SERIAL STOWAWAY celebrates the audacity of her tactics and the absurdity of her encounters, including a scholar of shrugging, a protester suing the CIA for implanting images in his brain, and the forgotten half of a comedy duo looking to resuscitate her career on reality TV. Comic and penetrating, this novel portrays the strength that can hide in invisibility.

Walter Schuler was undeniably dead, and there was no getting around that fact. But what led to his demise? Was there a goose involved in some way? Can a man truly be considered dead if no one in a position of authority is there to confirm it? Walter Schuler was gone, but did anyone actually care? As he rests in the deep freezer of his mansion, alongside a dead deer head that seems to have its own grievances with him, these are the kinds of questions he finds himself pondering.

Welcome to the Murder House. We investigate a Mystery House, one floor at a time. We start at the top. And work our way down through the Life-cycle of the insane house, picking up the jigsaw pieces to work out the deep mystery held within. And the Omega Circle group of friends are back. But terrible things are happening inside. All kinds of body horror and monsters and weird shit. Incredible things in deep bizarro surrealism.

A couple's cat leaves offerings of dead birds freighted with mysterious import. A foreign worker helps construct a concert hall that reawakens his musical longings. A young diver hunts venomous cone snails for a lovelorn researcher. With disarming simplicity, Barrie Sherwood charts how the...

Humor is healthy. Author & narrator Alfonso F.R. provides a vital tool for snapping millions out of hip-hop hypnosis, this audiobook. You’ve heard a disgusting hip-hop song today, haven’t you? The most pervasive poison in society is difficult to avoid. This “music" isn’t to empower, educate, or motivate you. It’s to hypnotize you into becoming a hedonistic derelict. Do you think it’s natural to listen to percussion instruments with a guy talking about drugs, violence, and depravity? The tribalistic war drums tap into your instincts to condition you into a life of idiocy. It isn’t music.

Yah! Yah! Yah! written by Jack London: He was a whiskey-guzzling Scotchman, and he downed his whiskey neat, beginning with his first tot punctually at six in the morning, and thereafter repeating it at regular intervals throughout the day till bedtime, which was usually midnight. He slept but five hours out of the twenty-four, and for the remaining nineteen hours he was quietly and decently drunk. During the eight weeks I spent with him on Oolong Atoll, I never saw him draw a sober breath. In fact, his sleep was so short that he never had time to sober up.