The Haunting of Elon Musk

Elon stepped out of Twitter headquarters to the sight of losers and sounds of yelping nonsense. Media parasites…

Mothman

~ a short story / X-Files fan fiction.

Around a large table the shape of a trueform heart, seven fanged fops sat and bristled.

This was the last word the dentist ever spoke.

Bruce hunched across from his doctor.

The wanderer’s steps fell under the serious moonlight.

They say the one that brings the rain is the only one worth the worship.

What a strange, stupid — hilarious — device to go to all this trouble for…

A wolf. A giant. A god.

The thrum of deep sound hearkens me to *return.*