Wahl’ter Dinsdale has been the master accountant for the tribe of the break-room for many seasons. He has secured the sacred vending machines against all attackers. He has skinned the mighty naugahyde sofa. He has mastered the art of the spreadsheet. But even he is not prepared when strange rumors reach the tribe of an unsettling phenomenon - a window, opened to another world outside the office. Now, with his friends: vicious administrative warrior Jo’see, and Bertram the Train-or, he sets out on a quest to find the source of the unrest. But Wahl’ter will have to make his way through all the tribes in the building first, from the HR wraiths to the sorcerers of marketing, and this office meeting will not end with cake and coffee, but with violence.

It's time for Jesus to attempt his second coming, but linear time progression doesn't apply to extra-spatial deities, so he ends up coming "again" long before the first time - the Jurassic period. Once he arrives, expecting to see a bunch of human beings who've been waiting for him for two millennial seasons, he is surprised to find himself in a weird civilization full of thunder lizards. Jesus goes into Predator mode, arming himself to the teeth and slaughtering them wholesale, trying to find someone who's capable of nailing him to a cross so he can get back home, however, dinosaurs don't have thumbs. What they do have is the "hum," a magical frequency capable of shaping the world. They have mythical metals. They have a sensible social contract. They have a bizarre, but seemingly decent civilization going. Mammals however, are the most disgusting, rotten, violent things imaginable, and they seem to be evolving into something worse with the help of a little cosmic power. Something has been providing them with products that shouldn't be invented for another billion years or so, from the as-seen-on-tv catalog, and they're taking full advantage of it. Who is behind this forced evolution, and what could they stand to gain? Is heaven full of heroes, or gibbering lunatics? It's up to J.C. to set things right and stop the apocalypse and figure out whether the universe really should be run by a bunch of insane deities, or whether it's better to wipe out heaven and let them sort it all out themselves! Action, adventure, insanity and good ol' fashioned heresy!

George has owned the bar for years, and it's mostly been the same old thing - serve the drinks, keep the locals happy, clean up the mess. Of particular note is the graffiti that some joker keeps leaving behind in the stall of the restroom. It doesn't seem like anything special, until George notices that one morning, it reads more like a murder confession than the random sex jokes and vulgar rhymes that he's used to.

In this apocalyptic alphabet primer, award-winning author Michael Allen Rose teams up with famed Bizarro artist Jim Agpalza to walk through the end of humanity one letter at a time. Beautifully illustrated and powerfully written, this primer offers up 27 apocalyptic visions and accompanying illustrations. Each spread features a short story written by Michael Allen Rose with an original piece of art created for this book.

A darkly comic noir about a chicken living in a world of anthropomorphic eggs who's wanted for a murder he didn't commit. Life's tough for an "embry." Considered a vestigial organ at best and a parasite at worst, chicken embryos are usually aborted by the egg folk early in life. Once in a while one survives and slips through, hatching into an embry, an ostracized, lower caste anthropomorphic chicken. They have their own ghettos, and are barely tolerated by polite society. Our hero wakes up one day to find that some upstanding citizens have been scrambled. The king, his horses and his men are now after our hero for a crime he didn't commit and proving his innocence is going to be nearly impossible. Thank goodness he's armed with spurs, or the rotten eggs prowling the alleys of this strange grocery item city would fry him good. Delving deeper and deeper into the mystery, Embry uncovers his own bizarre background and finds he is hunted by a secret society who revere the most famous egg of all time, the very egg he himself emerged from during the great fall. From the author of Boiled Americans and Party Wolves in My Skull comes a dystopian crime story that will have you asking: Which comes first, the chicken or egg?

Whisper House Press's first anthology: a collection of suburban, social, and psychological horror shorts. Contributions from diverse contributors including award winners as well as new writers.

Norman Spooter awakens one morning to find that his eyeballs have fallen in love with each other. They proceed to tear themselves out of his head, steal his car keys, and take off for parts unknown... So he does what any of us would probably do in that situation... he goes back to bed, hoping it'll all resolve itself. Unfortunately, in the middle of the night, a pack of WOLVES moves in. The worst thing is, they're party wolves... BUT they gave him a security deposit, so he decides he's going out to get his eyeballs back. He joins forces on his epic quest with a woman named Zoe, who has a mysterious secret almost as crazy as Norman's Party Wolves. Besides, she needs him too... She's on the run from her psychopathic ex-boyfriend, who happens to be a dangerous sociopath, a classic car enthusiast and, worst of all, a fully grown walrus. The road trip/chase novel is flipped on its head with everyone chasing everyone... explosions, battles and madness are the drivers in this particular race, along with a few stops in such places as the Motel Sick and a cult town in North Dakota featuring some dangerous hooded guys who'll pretty much marry anything to anything. With violence and insanity nipping at his heels and a race against the clock to get his body parts back, this could turn out very badly for Norman Spooter.

He is a typical American. He was shot five times. She is a typical American. She was shot six times. He is Segundo Morris. He feeds on violence, and breathes bullets. She is all of us. His indifference is our indifference. Her refuge from the storm is found inside us. This book was inspired by actual shootings over the 4th of July weekend 2014 in Chicago, IL. The bullets are real. Mixing journalism, absurdist prose, scripts, autobiography, shape poetry and other forms, Boiled Americans is a puzzle box in book form, inspired by the violence of living in urban America and exploding the tendency to forget or ignore. You are in this book. So am I. Breathe.

A surrealist journey through language and violence in contemporary America. A study of linguicide in the 21st century. Chaos theory in prose form. The violence of language. A performance lost to the ages, and presented here to unlock your lizard brain. From the author of PARTY WOLVES IN MY SKULL.