A few friends of mine were joking yesterday about “The Making of Trump,” a documentary aired last year by the dubiously named History Channel.
I told them he probably talked them into it by promising them a wall to protect them from “Ancient Aliens.”
Hey, gang — my colleagues and I over at The Bees Are Dead are just thrilled with the submissions we’ve been receiving after the launch of our transatlantic webzine! As you might know from my blog right here, we’ve been honored to launch the site with a powerful poem by Scott Thomas Outlar. And Eddie Skelson’s “Fort Hope” was a wickedly clever post-apocalyptic zombie story.
Again, we’re interested in your very darkest visions of worlds gone bad — the editorial focus of The Bees Are Dead is dystopian and post-apocalyptic prose, poetry, art, photography and reviews. Our submission guidelines are actually fairly flexible; click here and take a look:
Submissions – The Bees Are Dead
If you have submitted already, thanks! If you are working on a submission, then keep at it! And if you enjoy stories or verses about fearsome futures or world-ending catastrophes, then bookmark us and remember to visit! We hope to keep you entertained!
Photo credit: By yumikrum – escaping the dome, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=48418763
I’m tickled to report that The Bees Are Dead’s first published prose work is a damn good zombie apocalypse yarn — Eddie Skelson’s “Fort Hope.” Skelson’s wickedly surprising tale focuses on the survivors, rather than the monsters themselves — but, trust me, “Fort Hope” is fun, dark stuff. I highly recommend it, and it’s free! (If it’s one thing that the Internet has taught me, is that there are a lot of people out there who love a free zombie apocalypse story.)
So head on over to The Bees Are Dead and check out our very first short story. And if you enjoy it, as I did, then send the link along to a friend.
If you haven’t already, please stop by The Bees Are Dead and enjoy “Suicidal March of the Worms,” by Scott Thomas Outlar! This is the very first poem published at the site:
“Suicidal March of the Worms,” by Scott Thomas Outlar
I recommended the “I Didn’t Write This” series last night to a poet who is a new friend of mine.
I absolutely love this series. It’s incredible how good it is.
Detail of bull, horse and elephant from Attributes of Beg-tse in a Tibetan “rgyan tshogs” banner.
So all my British friends are lamenting their country’s departure from the European Union.
I tell them I’ll cheerfully trade them our Trump for their Brexit. I’ll even throw in a gun problem and Kanye West.
“Octopus, Octopi,” by Eric Robert Nolan
Octopus, octopi
Your faux grammar is a lie.
Forget that shit you heard;
“Octopi” is not a word.
Here is what the truth is:
The plural’s “octopuses!”
(c) 2016 Eric Robert Nolan
This is dedicated to my pal, Carrie. She detests pulpo as a dish, but I know she appreciates decent grammar.
Who battles Grendel and also loves Joannie?
Scott Baiowolf.
[UPDATE: and is also a fucking moron?]
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