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The Skwib: Skin harvesting on a pretty blue planet
G’lak T’ung really thought the humans were disgusting, ever since he’d been on the expedition that surveyed the pretty blue planet they inhabited. And he certainly couldn’t imagine why so many on the Thringian home world would want to wear things made out of their skin. But they did. Belts, mandible covers, and this year, […]
Continue readingThe Skwib: Toulouse Le Grandfig’s Summer Vacation: Departure
December 37, 1932 My voyage begins on the Ukranian Steam Ship, the Plotnik. On the first day, I met our captain. A diminutive, if stern fellow, by the name of Agamon Destroyer of Life. His constant companion was a mute who went by the name of Piffles. (Though he also answered to “Ahoy Gregor you […]
Continue readingThe Skwib: Toulouse Le Grandfig
[From the Oxfjord Compendium of Not-So-Good Painters] Born in Sarlat (France) in 1895, Toulouse Le Grandfig was a minor painter and surrealist writer who’s most important contributions are the dadaist works: “Le singe de vol mange le ciel,” [1922 (“Flying monkey eats the sky”)], and “Singe dans la casserole de cerveau” [1923 “Monkey in the […]
Continue readingThe Skwib: Peter Gzowski returns to radio
Bill Freedman woke up in Bucolic City like he always did; the clock radio clicked on to the familiar sound of the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation. He hated listening in the summer, but what could you do? It was the only talk radio he could (barely) stomach. “Oh great, more reruns,” he thought, as he listened […]
Continue readingThe Skwib: The Device
When Charlie hired on to Doctor Machinica’s Traveling Hospital for Female Hysteria, he had no idea what he was getting himself into. He certainly didn’t know anything about The Device. The Doctor was a respectable-looking fellow, if a bit short of stature and brawn (except for his unnaturally thick right forearm, which looked like it […]
Continue readingThe Skwib: Under the Blue Curve (Short Fiction)
When Elisa sat down for lunch, Henry Overduin had no idea how much she was going to change his world. She and her colleagues from the Department of Corporate Oversight sat in Henry’s section, but he would have noticed her even if they hadn’t. There was something different and magnetic about Elisa Taper. The rest […]
Continue readingThe Skwib: Rozie
Rozie was a helluva’ dame. She could sink those rivets faster than a two-dollar fancy-girl could peel the wrapping off a sailor on shore leave, after he’d been at sea for several months, writing bad poetry and extended metaphors that ended up just kind of petering out, the way that an old man with a […]
Continue readingThe Skwib: The Pillage People
Though they were best known for their aggressive neo-fascist jazz stylings of classic Tyrolian folk tunes, The Pillage People were equally popular with a certain sect of gigantic silly hat fetishists. (You know who you are.) Pictured, from left to right are: Amanda Uhgenkitz (flugelhorn and pistol), Betrand “Stumpy” Russell (sousaphone, vocals and umbrella), Dennis […]
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