An “end of the world” piece with the charm it deserves. If this is how it all goes down, then count me in. I’m sure I still have a copy of Coltrane’s A Love Supreme around here somewhere. This is my second piece to appear in Untoward Magazine and a special thanks to Matt Rowan for making that happen as well as to Peter Markus for the English skills, and finally, to the late Kenneth Patchen whose influence, I hope, albeit most sloppily, graces this story. It’s difficult to stand on the back of giants, but, hey, it’s the end of the world. Enjoy.
Thank you, Joe Jablonski, editor of Three Minute Plastic, for jumping on this weird story. This is a “sword & sorcery” world condensed, populated with surreal oddness: “Squalchor the Squandering Magus,” “pig-witches,” “Owldoom Temple,” etc. Not to mention that our hero is not much of a hero given his antics at the story’s end. Or, are we experiencing the story through the villain’s eyes? If you like this, I recommend my short story for Pulp Metal Magazine: Night of the Cannibal Priestess. Thank you, Joe, and thank you all for reading.
This one was a lot of fun to write and I’m proud that Untoward Magazine picked it up. Be prepared. It’s a bit over-the-top and absurd, but I think we’ve all had the experience of meeting that guy at the party, comes out of nowhere with some oddball story to tell and we just can’t get away. Well, maybe, but this is a bit different … and what does it have to do with giraffes?