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It didn’t take Glenn long to check his email, but he busied himself for a couple days by surfing the Web. He’d been a quail for a year, so most of his friends had long ago given up on hearing from him. As he told me, many had given up on him once he starting…
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Surprisingly, there was something different about me compared to most tarantulas. I had skills those others could only dream about. There was also the depressing fact I am a man, containing the intellect I possessed back when I had two legs and two arms, a neck, and a belly button. That’s not what…
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Gagged on pop culture, polluted by depression, comes Mantula! A special fiction series! NEWS: Don’t forget to check in to “Mantula’s Crappy Little Apartment” the next time you happen to be playing around on Facebook while visiting lovely Cottonwood, Arizona. Maybe you’re having drinks at the Chaparral Bar near downtown, or hooking up with someone on Tinder,…
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We made our way up the wet stairs leading to my crappy little apartment with little incident. Monsoonal moisture pounded Cottonwood and we were both elated we’d soon escape the torrential downpour pelting the rundown Arizona city. I knew the front door would be locked. I always locked it. Even on a drinking binge, such…
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Rain fell in icy sheets the morning we escaped from the crazy woman’s house in Cottonwood. I could feel the monsoonal moisture seeping intomy body and creating a slick, watery layer between ManQuail and myself. Every drop that hit my body felt like an icy stinger shot from heaven itself. The downpour continued all morning,…
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It had been a long time since I’d seen a beautiful woman take her clothes off. It had been so long that I had a difficult time remembering when exactly, but I remembered the feeling immediately, that sexual mix of shock of awe. Shame played a small part as well. Usually when a woman took her…
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I could feel the little passenger car vibrate under me as my stalker, who made me a bit nervous, drove the twenty-minute stretch between Cottonwood and the city of Sedona. I considered falling asleep for the ride,but my companion wouldn’t have it. Maybe he’d done so much meth in his human life that some of…
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Gagged on pop culture, polluted by depression, comes Mantula! A special fiction series! My second day as a tarantula quickly turned out tobe just as weird as the first one. Here I sat in a meditation garden in Sedona, speaking telepathically with a former meth addict who was now a quail, about heading to my…
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Gagged on pop culture, polluted by depression, comes Mantula! A special fiction series! Besides figuring out how to speak telepathically, Glenn knew a thing or two about my predicament, which he shared, but didn’t seem as bothered by it as me. He’d been in the body of a quail for almost a year he told…
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Win your very own handmade MANTULA cardboard figure. You could be one of four to get a Doug of your own by commenting below on what you would do if you woke up in the body of an eight-legged tarantula! Each cardboard Mantula comes with a letter from the man himself! Four winners will be drawn…
Patrick Whitehurst 