Monthly Archives: November 2015

Doug kind of likes California California’s nice if you can find parking. There’s ocean here where I live with Diana, fog in the summer, rain, humpback whales breaching in Monterey Bay, and dolphins of all types shoot the tubes along Marina Beach. It’s a lovely place. It’s also a place where regular folk are chokedContinue reading “MANTULA Part Forty – Mantula will not return”

Doug fights through a room full of weirdness. The inevitable chop never crashed hell upon my outstretched hand and head. Instead the ax fell to the ground, right beside me and my dismembered leg, with a quiet thud. Thanks to a well-placed kick by one of my quickly-disappearing spider legs (undoubtedly a reflex action), theContinue reading “MANTULA Part Thirty-Nine: The Battle of the Cursed Part V: Finale!”

Doug begins to be human. Smoke choked the streets. I felt as if I were still standing next to the fire, even though ManQuail and I were now far from the burning apartment complex. I’d probably been burned – if only slightly – or my spidery human flesh was just way too sensitive. I focusedContinue reading “MANTULA Part Thirty-Eight: The Battle of the Cursed Part IV: Beware the Man with the Ax”